LOGINMiguel's POV.This was the day I left for Brazil. I anticipated this for a while because it allowed me to get my mind off things.I got into the designated plane for the trip. It was a private flight and I expected solitude throughout the entire trip.I got into the plane and there he was, seated in the window seat,headphones in,eyes closed.I felt my heart skip a beat. “What is he doing here?”I took the seat beside him.He did not acknowledge meBesides me was the perfect portrait of indifference.I muttered a faint greeting just to make my presence and hopefully start a conversation with him but he was mute.That stung but I took it like a champ.The plane taxied. Lifted and the city shrank beneath us.Hours passed.I tried to distract myself, read, listen to music, and sleep. They all failed.My mind kept replaying his face when he said, “is that all you have to say?” It wasn’t all I had to say but I did not know how to say the rest without breaking his heart any further.Turbu
Miguel's POV The entire drive back home was an antsy one. I wasn't sure if Alejandro got the letter I left.I wished that he did, the regret was beginning to set in and I began to imagine a day without him in it.I have lived for long without him and now that I had him, it felt strange to be without him.“What if he has seen the letter?” I asked myself as we stopped at a red light. “Would he still respond the other way he did?” My heart was heavy with guilt as I thought about his innocence. I tried to exonerate myself, “I was just trying to keep him safe. Perhaps he understood that from the letter.”I nodded as I stared into the street from my tinted window glass. “Perhaps he did— or?” The only other options shook me with fear. I had never been afraid before, not even with a bullet placed in front of my head. Father had ensured that we killed whatever part of us responsible for fear, but here I was, scared to my depths.This fear was linked to one question, “what if he felt nothing
Alejandro's POV I rolled my eyes as I dropped the phone.Pedro walked in on me talking into the house phone and he was not having it. He went on and on about how I wasn't supposed to do that. “I told you that the master is in a meeting. What part of that did you not understand?”“I heard you, did it occur to you that he might have called?” I said with one brow raised, “perhaps he had a feeling that you would bother me and he called to check up on me.”“There's no way he would do that?”“Well I for sure did not call him, I don't have his number remember? You refused to give them to me when I asked.” I knew that was a lie but I was sticking to it. It was extremely easy to find his number on that phone. A quick search of the word “master” and I had him on speed dial.Pedro stared at me deeply like he intended to dig the truth out of me with his eyes— it would be easier for a camel to walk through the camel's eye before he succeeded.He gave up a few moments later, “next time, I answe
Miguel's POV. As soon as he walked through that door I was filled with regret. Not because of who he was or what he did, but because of what I might do. If only I had let Pedro stay a bit longer. Alejandro made his point clear almost immediately, “We've been roommates for a while now, I will be sleeping here” I almost smiled even though I told him not to stay here with me. I hoped he would be stubborn so I could have a reason to say “oh I tried” I ached and hurt all over but nothing would have hurt more than watching him walk out that door when I told him to without him putting up a fight. He got Into the bed, I didn't stop him. I was excited already, I mean I have shared a room with him before but this was different.Dangerous, raw. All through the night I was kept awake by the raw hunger that engulfed me. Looking at him made me realise what drug addicts felt when placed in front of their own addiction There he was, lying peacefully, his breaths coming out softly as his che
Alejandro's POV.My eyelids fluttered to the soft rays of the morning sun. I tried to recollect where I was and I found it hard to believe that this was the same house I was taken to after I was kidnapped.The air was soft and it carried hints of flowers as it passed through my nostrils.I tried to get up but I was restrained. I turned my head to see Miguel sleeping peacefully behind me, his body wrapped around me like a fur coat.I smiled and I took deep breaths. His unique musky scent filled my lungs. Nothing was more blissful than that.I snuggled in. I wasn't in a hurry to leave, besides, we could be here forever.I wondered at what point did he turn to wrap his body around me.He clinged tightly to me, if I didn't know any better I would have said he was scared to lose me, like I was going to sneak off and run away in the middle of the night.“You never have nothing to worry about that,” I made myself comfortable in-between his biceps, “I ain't going now here.” I thought.My mo
Miguel's POV.I winced in pain and closed the door behind me. In my haste to get to Alejandro I had cut myself on shards of broken glass.I got out my emergency first aid kit and started to clean my wound. The pain has me biting my lower lip but I had to endure and get all those shards out.Leaving them in there could cause the wound to get infected.“That looks bad,” “Perdo—”I handed him the tweezers, “thank God you are here, help me out will you?”He nodded,folded his sleeves and took the tweezers from me, “how did one simple mission turn out to be this nasty?”I groaned. His tweezers had gone too deep.“I am sorry master, I had to ensure that there was no shard there.”“It's fine,” I said, “the mission would have gone worse than this if Alejandro had not done what he knows how to do best.”Pedro brought out a tiny flashlight from his pocket and flashed it in my wound. He gave a satisfied nod and returned the light, “What else if not being an annoying brat?”I chuckled, Pedro was f
Alejandro's POV It did not take me long to start making observations. The house was a lovely space, I dare say it could rival Miguel's father's place. Their choice of decor was impeccable, if I had stumbled here without Miguel, I would not be surprised to come across a couple of reverend fathers
Alejandro's POV “From now on, you don’t speak unless I tell you to” he instructed, his words coming in low tones.I stopped in my tracks. This was a turn on for me even though it goes against the way I have lived my life, I always hated being told what to do, worse if you told me how to do them.
Alejandro's POV.Miguel was a good actor, if you asked me I would tell you that he had a better chance out there in the movie industry than here in the Mafia.What gave that away? The fact that he wanted me to have a bath in his bathroom.I am surprised it played out this long without me figuring i
Alejandro's POV Luckily, Miguel stepped in. “He was new to the house and got lost when he overheard the conversation and I made him tag along as the accusations were unbelievable even to me.”“I see” Miguel's father said, “same pattern with the accusations of the food being poisoned. Was he lost t





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