LOGIN~Cassius~"Yoo-hoo! You're back! All by yourself?"I turn and see Giulio standing by the rows of black sedans. He's wearing a purple suit with a red bowtie. His shoes and pants are the same color. I bet his underwear is purple too.His fashion is seriously too flashy and blinding. Giulio should be on the runway instead of being part of the Mafia."Alessio left.""You two aren't biting each other's heads off? Tell me. What changed? Come, tell me, tell me.""Why are you so interested in gossip about your brother, anyway? You don't work for the newspapers," I snort, brushing past him and taking the elevator up. Giulio follows me."Life is too short to stay serious. Gossip is my energy pills," Giulio shrugs."Is Alessio that busy?""You're no longer calling him a motherfucker. Improvement.""Answer my question.""Yes, he is. He's the head of the family. It's no easy feat."I walk into the closet to see that someone has arranged everything neatly. Alessio's drawers are back to normal. I'm
~Cassius~He grins and it's the most genuine and beautiful thing I've seen. He continues to push into me slowly but steadily. I feel his cock throbbing in me, pulsing, rubbing against my walls, stretching me."Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasp, my feet digging deep into his waist. He kisses and sucks my throat so hard that I'm sure there'll be marks tomorrow. I want more. I want him to leave his marks all over me. A sick part of me is begging him to claim and use me, like I'm going to use him. We're fucking using each other.Alessio rolls his hips and rams so fucking deep into me that I feel him in my stomach.Am I supposed to feel him in my stomach?"You feel so fucking good, baby. Your ass is swallowing my cock up. Can you feel it, baby?" He says between frantic and crazy kisses, sucking every part of my skin. He doesn't spare my ears, kissing and nibbling them. The stimulation is too much. I can't take it anymore.His movements are rough, hitting my prostate again and again. I don't want t
~Cassius~I know he's just using me because he thinks Kowalski was after him. Maybe he thinks Kowalski sees me as his weakness and tried to take my life.I stare at him, unblinking. "Then I have to disappoint you."The look of disappointment is evident on his face. He grabs my chin and crashes his lips into mine, shocking me. What the... fuck?Alessio nibbles my bottom lip. His kiss is raw, brutal and hungry. A bolt of electricity shoots down my spine, wrapping around my now aching cock. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, tangling and rolling against mine.Just a mere kiss is enough to turn me on. Fuck me and my brain. The way Alessio makes my body react is beyond comprehension. He grabs my nape and presses me against his body.It's fucking hot in here with the air conditioning blasting at the second highest setting. I run my fingers through his dark brown hair, my nails scraping against his scalp. He groans into my mouth before
~Cassius~I'm watching my husband and Jo cooking in the kitchen. Alessio is smiling at something Jo says and I'm burning with a sour feeling in my chest that it's not because of me.I'm wishing that I could cook. I'm wishing that I had Pamela's skilled and artistic hands. And I'm wishing that Jo would accidentally cut his fingers or hands off and get lost somewhere far away from my husband. He never smiles like this when he's with me. Alessio always has this stoic, serious-looking face as if the whole world owes him millions. The only time he ever smiles at me is when he's mocking me.Not like this. Not the happy, full of sunshine one he's giving Jo. Fuck him and fuck Jo.The aroma of the food is delicious but I'm not feeling it. I realize what a great cook Alessio is. His sleeves are rolled up, giving me a view of his tattoos and muscles. I think I'm addicted to the sight of him wearing an apron. What if he wore nothing but an apron? Great. Now I
~Alessio~Dimitri: Fabio's been seeing someone. A woman. She might know his hiding place."Enjoy your meal," I pull the apron off."You're not hungry?" Cassius asks, licking his lips. He looks at me like he has something to say."No," I purposely walk slowly in case he calls out to me or has some information about Kowalski. But he doesn't. He opens his mouth, then closes it and returns to his food.I cross the room and enter the little study. My youngest brother walks into the room. Giuseppe, or Jo as we call him, sighs and crosses his arms in front of me like he's taking a rebellious stance."What? Are you done?" I ignore the glare he's fixing me with and type a reply back to Dimitri.Me: Location.Three dots dance across my screen before his reply pops up. An address in Italy. The motherfucker has run all the way to Italy, hiding and enjoying himself. But that won't last long. I'll be sure to end his life in t
~Alessio~Leo and Jeffrey barged into the safehouse that Giuseppe was in. My youngest brother called me and I drove my car so dangerously fast that I nearly got into an accident. I don't know why I care but I'm surprised to find him hyperventilating on the floor. Cassius has slipped off the couch and is having difficulty breathing. Like the day at his house, his eyes are unfocused and dark. I'm scared. Actually fucking scared that something happened to him.Now I'm doing something that I've never done before, not to adults. He's on my lap and I'm stroking his nape, comforting him. I came across this technique to calm people down by accident from a social media post that Giulio shared to the group.It's strange, and even more so when I feel that I shouldn't be doing this. His incident has broken my schedule. I'm supposed to be at work, dealing with paperwork for the construction and finding Luca De Santis, that bastard traitor, but I burst out of
~Alessio~The moment I walk into my walk-in closet, I freeze. It's like I'm in a different place I don't recognize. The little motherfucker has touched and switched my clothes around, messing up my schedule and routine. I open the drawers to find that my underwear and socks are missing.
~Cassius~Alessio is lying on the couch, pointing the gun at me. His suit is crumpled and, Fuck, is that blood on his shoes? Not to mention that his white button down has red splatters over the chest and ribs. That's definitely blood. It doesn't seem to be his though. "Your place is guarded by ove
~Cassius~My stomach tightens, my balls are heavy and I shout to the ceiling. I come all over his fingers and onto my abdomen. I sigh, satisfied and relieved. Did I just get a handjob from my husband?I peek at Alessio only to see him staring back at me. He brings his fingers to his lips, licking t
~Cassius~He overpowers me. Alessio shoves me onto the bed, hard. I try to fight him but I'm no match against his brute strength. Punching him doesn't work. He doesn't wince or grunt. He's not even tired. Is he even human?Strong fingers wrap around my neck, choking me, and then my wrists are bound







