ログインDamien's POVMy eyes peel open with Eric by my side, placing soft kisses on my face. He smiles looking at me, his eyes filled with pure joy. “Good morning, babe."I laugh. “Morning sunshine."He sits up, staring at me. “I am hungry."I raise an eyebrow. “Hungry, or hungry?”He rolls his eyes, laughing. "Gosh, you are such a spoilt man. I mean, food, Damien. Food. Although I don't mind the other kind, come on, you literally lavished me last night. I am famished."I laugh, sitting up. I cup his face and place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Do you know what you want to eat? What should I prepare?"He stares at me. “Can you cook?” He asked.No, I can't.I have never made an attempt to cook. Back in Italy I have everything I want at my beck and call. I have chefs who work for me and boys who would be at my neck and calling.But then again, I want to try.It might not be nice, he would tease me about my bad taste in food forever but it was worth it.Last night I had promised myself that I w
Damien's POVI place a soft kiss on Eric's wet hair. I am sitting on the edge of the bathtub while I try my best to wash him. Maybe this would make him talk to me.He has been silent since the shooting scene."Mike", I called out again. The seventh time since the whole incident. I cup his cheek, making him look at me with his empty eyes. 'Say something, baby. Anything, and I would make it work."He blinks at me and then removes my hands from his face like my hands are burning his skin. Heaved a sigh. “You let the one person who killed my brother go, and you expect me to smile at you. You want to make me happy? Then do this one thing: go back and bring that bloodthirsty man from wherever the fuck he would have run to and let me end him because I need to!” He snaps and walks away from the bathtub.I follow him inside the room, watching him as he arranges the room, changing the whole bedsheet and everything around it with a very controlled precision.He jumps on the bed. "You can turn of
Mike's POVMy eyes glitter with tears that are constantly washed down by the rain, my heart racing not with the pain of betrayal but with fear, fear of the fact that the boy who I thought I loved pointed a gun at me, ready to shoot me dead.More tears pour heavily, but I don't move, just let it wash me, wash my sin.There is no doubt that Damien is in his house. Maybe they are probably fucking each other or celebrating the fact that they almost killed me.Me? The foolish boy who had loved Eric more than anything.A car passing by splashes water on my body, shouting at me to leave the road, to go somewhere else, but I am just too tired, too scared to even do that.I want to go back into the house and tear him down for betraying me. For looking for every goddamn reason to make me seem like the bad guy.In my numb state I trail myself back to the Catholic Church cathedral where this whole forbidden love started.The cathedral is empty, with just some candles lit up and nothing else. Ever
Eric POVI have always thought that I had been a rational person, someone who acts within emotions and when I can't control it, I end up having a deep panic attack.But right now, sitting on my couch, a half-filled glass of whiskey in my hands, waiting for Mike to come as he had promised, I think I had judged myself wrongly.Very wrong.As funny as it is, I don't want to kill him. I don't want to harm him. I want Mike to look me in the eye and tell me that he was the one who sent Ashley. That he had indirectly taken my brother and yet mourned with me, wore black with me, stayed away from Alcohol for a while because according to him my brother told him that it was bad. And that's when he stopped, I would stop.The door creaks open, and Mike walks in, putting on a white hoodie and shorts. His eyes are tear-stained, his blue sad eyes stare at me.He heaved a sigh “You are drinking again. I thought we stopped after your brother died?” He asked.He takes the glass from me and places it o
Eric POV His hands slowly grace over my skin, slowly, my skin burning with every bit of anticipation. He places soft kisses on my neck, my chin, my cheeks avoiding my lips. “Damien” I whisper, more like pleading, wanting to feel his lips on mine. He draws back and stares at me, caressing my hair. “If you promise to be good, I will tell you everything. Everything Eric, And maybe you would know who killed your brother” This snaps me out of the mood. I pause, my body freezing. He has a clue about my brother's death. About the person who killed my brother and he did not tell me. I pull back, jumping from the table down. Damien rolls his eyes “Come on babe. What happened?” He asked, his voice laced with a little tease. “What.happend?” I asked, “you are asking me what happened. After what you just told me you expect me to wait till you fuck me before you tell me who killed my brother right?” I ask. He heavy a sigh “Consider it a reward for being a good boy today” I laugh, a ver
Eric's POVI have been staring into the air. Thirty minutes after Mike snapped my car door in my face.Doing nothing.Not thinking.Not strategising.Just quiet silence.My phone rings, the sound interrupting whatever peace I was passing through.I looked at the caller. DAMIEN.I turn the phone off.Don't need anybody.Not now.I run my hands through my hair.Who do I believe? Who is telling the truth?Mike's words echo in my head."Has it ever occurred to you that just the same way he sees cheap people, he also sees you as a cheap, weak prince?"The odds of it being true are one hundred per cent.After all, he is a mafia boss.He literally almost touched me under the table right in front of my mum.And he has no fucking control.Nothing.But if I decide to let him go, there would be nobody to turn to.Whether I like it or not.Only one person can stop Kelvin, and that is Damien.Because of that I would stay with him.He could use me all he wants, and I could use him all I want.And w
Eric povI push the lump that settles at the edge of my throat. Stopping me from talking.Mike looks up with a smile on his face and then at Damien. “You…you are his son?” I ask.He nods “yes he is my father and that make some your cousin”My mum stands up and walks up to them, hugging Mike “Oh dea
Eric POVI stared at my reflection for a while, taking in deep breaths as I tried to control myself. “It's okay,” I assured myself. took one last glance at myself and walked towards the door.I opened the bathroom door, trying to get back to the dining room. But instead, I met Mike standing in fro
Damien POVA dark, settling anger settled in my veins, lust covering it a little bit. I try to distract myself from his hands that have already found my pants, grabbing me while.I pull back a little bit. If I must say, I like this part of Muke. This all-controlling side of him.I pull back, glarin
Eric POVWhat the hell! What the actual hell!Mike and Damien together? How the hell did he get to Mike, and how did he could he convince him to fuck him within some seconds.One moment, Mike is begging me not to leave him and to stay away from Damien, and the next moment, he is fucking him.Bloody







