Chapter Fifteen
Remy
I feel Romeo quiver underneath me, hearing the groans falling from his lips, makes my thrust turn more violent, as I watch my dick disappearing into his tight body. I move my hand around his waist teasing him, making him squirm even more, until he is pushing that craved ass back on my cock making me grunt. I finally let him have what he wants, wrapping my hand around his cock, and giving it hard tugs.
His whole body freezes, before his yells echo in the small room, his hole clenching around my cock, squeezing my own orgasm. Only deep pants fill the air, as I pull out watching as a few drops of cum fall out. The sight has my dick already wanting back in that tight body. Before I can lift my face, Romeo is in front of me, his lips on mine, arms around my neck. It takes me a second for my arms to respond and wrap around his slim waist. It's been years since I’ve had this close contact with another person. When he pulls back his eyes are glassy as he reaches out to my jaw, a look of pure awe in his eyes. “Come on, I’ve got clothes upstairs.” His fingers wrap around mine as I wordlessly follow him into the kitchen. He doesn’t let my hands go, as he opens the fridge grabbing some packet meat, cheese and then passing me some olives.
Grinning, a full-blown smile covering his face. Tugging my hand, to the stairs, he walks in front of me, as he keeps looking over his shoulder as if he thinks I’ll disappear. Opening the last door, it is nothing like his room at the mansion. Light blues and navy’s and some gold hints. It looks inviting, cosy. “I come here when I need a break.” he rambles, going to a wardrobe he pulls out two pairs of joggers, chucking me a pair. “They should fit. We are around the same size.”
I put them on, a little snug, but fit. My eyes tracking Romeo’s movements to the bed. Where he sits crossed legged opening the food and taking a piece of the cheese and wrapping it with meat.
His head snaps up, a flush hitting his cheeks, as he pats the bed. When I don’t move, I swear he rolls his eyes. “Just come and eat. Then we can talk about all this,” he waves his hands around.
I move to the bed, not sure what I think of this normalcy. When was the last time I just sat with someone I had sex with and ate? The last time I shared a meal with someone. Not giving too much to the thoughts as Romeo hands me some meat and cheese, the taste makes me moan, and I realise how hungry I am. Had we even eaten in the last two days? With the hunger at bay, the tension in my muscles starts to relax slightly.
“Was it just five names on the list?” I turn at his quiet voice. “You really want to know?” He nods without hesitation. I grit my teeth as the tension seeps back in every pore. “No, there was originally six.” A small frown pulls down between his eyes, before they raise to mine. “My father.” I stare at him, at the boy I once loved and the man in front me. The same yet so different. “Yes.” there's no point in lying. His father was the master, the one who pulled all the strings. He chews on his lips “Why? I don’t understand. Our fathers were friends.” I stand unable to sit, “Because of us.” I growl, “Because they told my father to kill his faggot son, me! But he wouldn’t, so he made us all run,” my breathing comes out in harsh pants, red tints my vision.
“They killed my family, father, my mother, Sienna” my throat burns, trying to get the next name out. “Enzo. They killed my little brother while I was out cold. They thought they had killed me, I woke, and they were all dead.” Tears fall from Romeo's eyes, as he shakes his head, not daring to come closer, like a wounded animal, I’m ready to strike.
Then a dark look passes his face, changing all his features, to the one I’ve come to know, the Russo head. He gets up walking around the bed, his lips curl up in a joker-like smirk.
“What if I told you my father isn’t dead, that you can still take his last breath?”
Chapter Sixteen
Romeo
I watch as he stands still, not even breathing, as he sits on the bed and a long breath escapes him.
“What do you mean?” Remy’s voice is nothing above a whisper, a strange look on his face.
Making him look younger, “My father isn’t dead, he’s dying, cancer, had it for years. But he’s living in the Cotswold in a hidden house.”
Remy shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair, “Why are you telling me this?”
Stupid man! “Because the day he killed you, he broke me too. Because your family should have never paid for our sins. Because I don’t think what we did is wrong. We fell in love.” I risk sitting in front of him. “Because Natasha didn’t deserve it, Sienna didn’t and little Enzo, god Remy,” his breath comes out as a shudder, as he nods his head. When his eyes reach mine, they are glassy. “I’m gonna kill him.”
I nod. “I know.”
He grabs my jaw bringing me to his face. “You didn’t betray me?” Those green eyes, reach into my soul searching for the truth, “Never.” Just as the last letter falls from my lips, he attacks my mouth, his tongue curling with mine, in a kiss
