Cristiano“Have you lost it?” Luca growled angrily, his fingers brushing his hair in frustration as he paced around the room. “What if he died?” He questioned. Luca happened to have been in my house upon returning home with the half dead Ivan.“I wouldn’t have let him die, Luca.” I waved off, crossing my arms, and watching the doctor to attend to Ivan. I wasn’t stupid enough to kill the one person that made me feel things I haven’t felt for long. “You are sick in the head.” He shook his head in disappointment, recoiling to the sofa next to me. I was sick indeed, but this was for Ivan’s good. I raised my head up when the doctor spun around, fixing the stethoscope around his neck. “Is he okay?” Luca mumbled in a small voice, his eyes wide in hope. He was way too worried, and I couldn’t help in reading meaning to his gesture.Alessandro—our family doctor cleared his throat, nodding in response. “Yes, Mr Vito. His blood pressure is stable now, however he might be out for a couple of day
CristianoHe was fidgeting in his seat. However I couldn’t tell if it was from the drugs, or fear. I turned my attention to the road, my hands slowly reaching for his thigh. He didn’t resist. My lips curled upwards, stepping on the gas. He was slowly becoming comfortable around me. Only a matter of time before he caves in completely.“Cristiano.” He muttered in a shaky breath as my fingers massaged his thigh, creeping a little higher into his shorts. I hummed in response, bending to a corner, and halting the car in front of the casino.“Get a grip, young man.” I teased, retracting my hands. He blinked in confusion, his eyes roaming around the area, growing wider as he realized where we were. He hated this lifestyle just like Luca, but he was far worse. Luca was involved in the underworld life despite the hatred he had for it, but Ivan ran at the mention of the underworld. That was why it was his perfect punishment. He won’t stop misbehaving except taught a lesson.“Let’s go, bébé.” I
Ivan“You smoke?” I asked Cristiano with disdain flashed in my eyes, staring at him sitting in the sofa lazily. He snapped his head my direction, taking a long drag, and puffing the smoke towards my direction. I coughed as the stream of smoke entered my lungs, throwing the sheets off my body, and storming to his direction. “I hate people smoking around me.” I snarled, taking the cigarette from his finger tips, and putting out the fire on the plate. “Says a drug addict.” He shot back with a hardened gaze. I balled my fist, shooting the bastard a death glare. “I’m not an addict.” I growled angrily, my gaze intense on his face. He chuckled, leaning into the couch, and crossing his legs. “You shouldn’t walk around me naked, Ivan.” He remarked mimicking the Spanish accent, his eyes twinkling in mischief. “You’ve seen me naked.” I shrugged off with a half lopsided smile, “there’s nothing much to hide.” I added with a sly smile, spinning on my heels. H drew me back, pulling me into his
Ivan “Let me go, you Italian bastard!” I squirmed around in his arm, throwing my legs in the air. He didn’t utter a word, and kept walking into the building. “Boss—“Not now, Lorenzo.” He growled, cutting the man off as he brushed past him, climbing the stairs. I might be high on coke, but I could tell he was pissed off. His jaw ticked countless times as he walked past my room. “Where…taking me?” I grumbled, my speech slurred. I poked his chest aggressively in an attempt to get away from him. He hissed in pain, lowering his gaze to my body. “I…sadist…masochist.” That was all I got out from his words before my body was thrown unto a soft surface. I blinked, my eyes wandering around the closed space. We appear to be in his room. I parted my lips in an attempt to form words, but nothing came out as I stared at the ceiling tiredly. My head felt blank, and awfully at ease after days of torture.I lowered my gaze when I felt the bed sink low, and saw Cristiano crawled to the bed, his l
Ivan “He finally let you out?” Carlos remarked, leaning on the headboard as I walked into his room, dragging my feet on the floor. I hummed in response, lowering my gaze on his bandaged leg. I sat on the side of his bed, guilt flickering in my eyes. He wouldn’t have been in such state if he hadn’t helped me. I left the house with the excuse of coming to see Carlos, though Dad suspected me.“I’m okay, Ivan.” He chuckled, sensing my stare. I raised my head up, sighing in frustration. That bastard didn’t need to shoot Carlos for helping me. No. He didn’t need to shoot anyone at al. “What is his deal with you though?” He asked in curiosity, his intense gaze on my face. I exhaled, gritting my teeth whilst deliberating on telling him the truth. “He wants to fuck me.” I confessed, chewing the inside of my cheeks as I waited for his reaction. He blinked his eyes, processing my words with an shocked expression on his face. “He wants to fuck you?” He repeated with eyes popped wide, “He’s i
Ivan“Why did you shoot Mia?” My father finally asked, pausing the friendly conversation they were feigning. I chewed in my inside cheeks, arching my head to Cristiano’s direction. I was eager to know how he planned on defending himself. The lies he plans on feeding to my father. The table turned silence, eyes fixated on the man as we all patiently waited for his response. “My hands slipped.” He state dismissively with a stoic expression. I blinked my eyes in amusement, the corner of my lips curling upwards. Hands slipped? That was the best he could come up with?“Your hands slipped?” My father repeated in a harsh tone, “You shot my daughter because your hands slipped?” His voice grew louder, and his eyes redden in anger. It was good to know my dad was still in there. I was starting to believe he had forgiven the bastard.Cristiano hummed in response with no emotion in his face, lowering his gaze to the plate. “She just happened to have a bad timing.” He shrugged dismissively, chewin