“Sir,” his low dark voice, rubs against my skin, as if it tickled my balls and sucked my cock. There's a look in his eyes, a smugness, as if he knows what I’m thinking. We’ve been playing this cat and mouse game for months now.
This world didn’t accept our sexuality. It is something I go to great lengths to hide. I have seen the painful truth of what can happen, the torture that has been laid on man for laying with another. A flash of green eyes flick in front of me.
“Take a seat,” my voice comes out harsher than intended as I throw him the photos of Roberto’s bloody body.
He picks them up slowly, flicking through each one.
“As you can see one of our Capo’s is dead, so I’m moving you up.” His eyes widen in surprise before he straightens and nods.
“Sir.” That one word sends goosebumps over my skin. I get stuck looking in those dark eyes, that hold a million secrets locked up tight like a vault. We both rise, my legs taking me closer; so close I can smell his musk aftershave. See the fullness of his lips. I don’t know who moves first but there's a brush of lips and a whisper of a kiss. My fingers thread through his curls as I groan into his mouth. Our body’s fit together like they belong, there is no coldness, it feels familiar. The kiss turns heated, our tongues fighting for dominance. Who will be the first to submit?
I jerk back when his lips disappear. Only to see him turn towards the door just as Caterina, Roberto's wife, walks in. Tears streak her cheeks. Of sadness or joy, I’m not sure. Everyone knows he was a bastard to her and where he met his end.
Dante gives me one last look before he disappears out the door. I curse myself because I am not a fool; I am the head of the Rosso family, and a mistake like that could ruin everything I have built, along with my life. It would be a deadly mistake. One I would not fall victim too.
Chapter Three
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I light up a cigarette, blowing out the smoke as I watch Luca laugh and shake hands with the bouncer. I don’t miss the small package exchanged. I step out of the shadows as he enters Sin nightclub. Where he cheats on his wife and meets his mistress every second Saturday. I enter the nightclub, where strobe lighting and the sweet sickly smell of sweat and perfume surround me. Pushing through the hot bodies, I stay on the edge of the room keeping Luca in my sights. The bodyguard will soon leave him alone as he goes to meet his mistress. A foolish mistake. One that tonight he will pay for as he is my number four.
Anger beats through me to the heavy base as I watch him laughing, drinking the finest whiskey. There is no guilt in his eyes, no remorse for his sins. I keep an eye on everything around me like a predator in the dark, and he is the helpless prey. He doesn’t know he is being watched, and that his time is up. Running out like sand in a timer.
At exactly nine, he makes his way through the crowd knowing Racheal will be on her break in ten minutes. I walk parallel to him, watching the way he walks through the sea of people as if he owns them.
As he puts the code in, stumbling through the door, I shove my foot in the gap before it locks. Taking one more glance around, I slip into the back hallways. The cold air hits me, and the sound of Luca’s feet hitting the bare concrete lets me know which way to track him. I keep my head down knowing where every camera is faced. Making sure there is no evidence of me to be found.
I walk to the doorway, seeing him bent over the white powder on the table, a fifty-pound note rolled between his fingers. Just as he leans down, I grab his hair, slamming his head into the glass table, it bounces off with a sickening thud, making him scream in pain. Lifting his face, blood pours from his nose and mouth.
“What the fuck!” he snarls, trying to focus on me through red rimmed eyes and tears. “Do I know you?” he growls, going to stand, only I push him back down.
“You did, a long time ago,” I hiss between my teeth, pulling out my piece. He freezes as the metal presses into the base of his skull. A nervous laugh escapes his lips.
“Come on man, you need money? I got loads.”
“No, I want you to take a line.” Another tense laugh leaves him, but he shrugs and leans down, doing one.
“Another.” I feel his body straighten.
“Brother,” he pleads.
“You are no fucking brother of mine,” I snarl, lifting the gun and hitting him across the head with it. He hisses in pain. “Now another or I blow your brains across the fucking room.”
He falters before doing another and another.
After the sixth line, I pull back the gun and sit opposite him. Watching as his eyes roll back, and the colour of his skin changes from flushed, to greyish, pale. Sweat starts to trickle down from his hairline, and as he tries to focus on me, his pupils blow wide.
“This used to be more fun.” I smirk, keeping my eyes on his neck as his pulse beats erratically against his skin. His mind too spaced to figure out the clues.
“My name is...Remy Marchetti.”
Luca tries to focus on me. “Wemy?” he slurs.
“Nasty little habit you got,” I snarl, slapping his face to bring him around more. “All it would take is for someone to swap your drugs for something else
