He’d known what he’d gotten himself into back when he’d decided to follow in his father’s footsteps, but this was one of the parts he’d never liked. Abhorred, really.
He turned down the mostly overgrown path he knew better than he would’ve liked, and once he reached the end of it, he parked the car and got out. He opened the trunk and pulled Antonio out, then grabbed the shovel from the trunk as well.
He dragged Antonio to a place in the forest where he knew no one would go of their own free will and pushed Antonio to his knees. He threw the shovel on the ground next to Antonio.
“Start digging.”
Antonio cried while he dug but Rome didn’t feel an ounce of pity for the man.
“Who else?” Rome asked.
Antonio stopped moving for a moment, then looked up at Rome.
“I don’t—”
“Did I say you could stop digging?”
Antonio swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He started digging again, his hands shaking.
“Who recruited you? Who paid you?”
“I don’t know. Never met him.”
“So what you’re saying is that you don’t know anything?”
Antonio went even paler as he realized he’d given away too much. That Rome would have no need for him alive.
“No. No that’s not—”
Rome pointed his gun at Antonio’s head and said, “Dig.”
He hated killing like this. Executing. There was no immediate threat to himself. No reason to pull the trigger other than having gotten the order to. Not that Antonio didn’t deserve what he was getting ‘cause he deserved it, all right.
“My kids—”
“You should’ve fucking thought about them when you were taking money from Serrano. Fucked them and yourself over pretty good, didn’t you?”
He didn’t let Antonio answer. He’d had enough of the whiny fucker. His kids would be better off without him. The asshole hadn’t seen them since he’d given up custody years ago, anyway.
Rome clenched his jaw and pulled the trigger, the sound deafening in the silent night. He let out the breath he was sure he’d been holding since Marco had given the order.
He bent down to push Antonio’s body into the grave, then he grabbed the shovel and started to fill the hole. He was pissed off and riled up. He needed to relieve some of that tension and there was only one place he wanted to go to do it. One person. And he fucking hated it. It wouldn’t stop him from going, though. He was too fucking selfish.
Juno
He was packing up when he heard angry voices from the front. He grabbed his gun, tucking it into the back of his pants. He walked out to the front of the shop to see Scar squaring off with none other than Rome.
“Does it look like I give a shit?” Rome growled.
Scar huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, standing her ground. “Does it look like I give a shit?”
Juno felt his lips quirk into a smile. It took a lot to get Scar agitated. Like, a lot.
Rome opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Juno walked up behind Scar.
“It’s all right, babe. I can take him,” Juno said.
Rome’s nostrils flared at the word ‘babe,’ making Juno’s smile widen. Territorial much? Normally, that wouldn’t be his kind of thing but where Rome was concerned, all bets were off.
Scar sighed and turned to mouth a, “Thank you,” to Juno before walking back to the desk she’d been working at. Juno held back a smile and motioned for Rome to follow him. He led the way to his room, feeling Rome close behind him the whole time. He walked inside and put his gun on top of the equipment dresser. He heard the door close and when he turned, he found himself slammed against the wall.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Rome’s mouth crashed over his, Rome’s tongue pushing past his lips. The kiss was a clash of teeth and tongues. Rome’s hands in his hair, his grip just the right kind of rough. Juno grabbed two fistfuls of Rome’s shirt, pulling the man closer. Rome pushed his body against Juno’s and sucked Juno’s bottom lip into his mouth. He bit down, making Juno wince, then moan. Lust burned through him, his whole body nearly thrumming with anticipation.
Rome tore his mouth away and before Juno could even catch his breath, he was turned and pushed back against the wall. He managed to get his hands up in time to catch himself before he smacked his head into the wall.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped out.
Rome pushed close, his hard cock against Juno’s ass. Juno nearly whimpered. He hadn’t had anyone take control the way Rome did, in a long time. Usually, he was the one in charge and he liked it that way, but Rome? Rome could do whatever the hell he wanted with him. He was glad he hadn’t had time to turn off his music because he knew he was going to get loud. There was no way he could hold back with Rome.
Rome kissed his way down the side of Juno’s neck while he unbuttoned and zipped down Juno’s jeans. Juno sucked in a breath when Rome slid his hands down the back of Juno’s pants to grab his ass cheeks. He groaned and pushed his ass into Rome’s hands. Rome squeezed his cheeks, then pulled Juno’s jeans down to around his ankles.
Juno’s cock was hard and aching. He wanted Rome so fucking much. Needed him. Needed to feel Rome inside him.
Rome took his hands off Juno and he nearly whimpered at the loss, but then he heard
