Chapter 4

Vincent's pov

Thursday 29th April 2021

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Damian is wonderful. He made me breakfast this morning after I woke up in his arms and then fucked me again. God his dick is amazing. I can positively say it's the best dick I've taken up my ass before. He knew exactly how to make me feel good and gave me a mind blowing orgasm with his fucking and touching. 

Unfortunately I've got to go home and do a job with my cousins so I couldn't stay for another round. My ass is sore but I manage to look normal as I step into the Romano mansion. I can hear my cousins arguing so I go into the lounge and stand in the doorway.

Lorenzo is sat on the couch cleaning a gun with a bored expression on his face. I'm pretty sure Enzo is a sociopath but I'd never tell him that, he has an extremely short temper and would probably shoot me. He doesn't show much remorse and only cares about his twin brother, Giovanni.

Gio is so sweet, he hates being in the mafia so he mainly does hacking and security on computers away from the violence. He still knows how to defend himself because his parents wouldn't settle for anything less.

The two idiotas fighting are Matteo and Luca. Matteo is very level headed and knows how to balance mafia and home life. He's very skilled and intelligent and always focuses on his job.

Luca is my second in command for when I take over as Cappo from my papà. He doesn't take anything seriously and is very playful and funny. It can be refreshing when you deal with our family business but it's gotten him in trouble.

My cousins live in the mansion with me and my parents. Luca's papà, Emilio, lives here too because he's my papà's second in command. Emilio is nicer than my papà because he doesn't think abusing me will make me a better leader. I can always talk to him when I need to but he doesn't know I'm gay yet. He would have to tell my papà and then I'd be six feet under. Luca's ma died when he was young, she was caught in the crossfire and I don't think Emilio ever got over her death, they were married since they were 18.

"Why are you fighting?" I ask sternly. They all turn to look at me and Luca looks straight to my neck where there are hickeys from Damian.

"Who ate you?" He laughs and Matteo even cracks a smile.

"None of your business, now what's the arguing about?" I ask again.

"Matteo wants me to help him overlook a transport but I want to go to the club and pick up a girl," Luca says.

"I'll go with Matteo. You go get an std from some random girl," I say to Luca and he rolls his eyes.

"I'll use protection," he sighs. Enzo leaves with a nod to me as Matteo starts explaining what we have to do.

"We're low on people working over the vinegar transport so Antonio wants us to go," Matteo says. Antonio is my papà's name and since he's ordered it, I better go.

The thing about my papà is he's a cruel and ruthless Cappo. He wants me to be the best and nothing lower which means he's pushed me so far. He wanted to make me tough so he's done everything to me that could happen if I was to be kidnapped. Not to get into too many details, but that's where my scars and fear of water come from.

"I'll drive," Matteo says as we go down to the garage. He gets in his flashy car and I get in the passenger seat, hoping we don't see my dad on the way.

I pull my phone out and send Damian a text to see if he will talk to me during the long drive. He replies quickly and I smile to myself as I tell him I miss his dick.

"Who are you texting?" Matteo asks.

"Damian," I say and he sighs. My cousins know I'm gay and they all promise not to tell my papà because they don't care.

"Isn't he too old?"

"It doesn't matter if he is old. He can still fuck me good," I say and Matteo gags. I laugh and keep texting Damian.

"Do you think you'll ever tell Antonio you're gay?"

"No way, he'd kill me on slight."

"On sight," he corrects and I grumble. He's always been the best at picking up English. Me and Lorenzo are the worst at it because we don't see why we have to speak perfect at it. Most of the people I know speak Italian anyways. My papà expects me to be perfect at it anyways so I have no choice. He even makes us speak English at home so we get better.

It takes an hour to get to the docks my family runs. I can see the boat coming in so me and Matteo go straight through the security gates and to the loading bay.

"I hate this job, it's so boring," I say as I light a cigarette and sit on a low wall. Matteo scolds me but I wave him off, watching the boat be docked up.

"Sta impiegando troppo tempo!" I complain.

"It's supposed to take a long time! This is our job! Stop whining or I'll call Antonio," Matteo says angrily. I roll my eyes but secretly I'm terrified of him calling my dad so I behave. I take a drag from the cigarette and stand up as the captain of the ship comes over to talk with us.

"Everything went well on the shipment, your people can start unloading now," he says and I nod. Our workers start unloading the huge crates of balsamic vinegar that we control the imports of. People always seem surprised when they find out we don't only import and export drugs. We will get involved in any business that will benefit us and a lot of that is legal, although our methods may not always be within the law.

I takes three hours to get everything loaded into trucks and driving away to warehouses.

"Are we finally done?" I ask and Matteo says yes, letting us go to the car to drive home.

"I hate boring jobs like this," I say and Matteo glares at me.

"I know, you say every time," he grumbles. "You also complain about the messy jobs, the dangerous jobs, and any job you have to do."

"I never got a chance to enjoy myself as a kid, this is me trying to make up for lost time," I argue.

"By fucking anything that moves?"

"I do not fuck girls, only boys."

"That's even worse. Antonio expects you to have a child, preferably a boy, that can take over from you. If you don't find a girlfriend soon you know he'll find one for you," he says and I sigh, because it's true. I'm really just hoping he forgets or miraculously becomes gay friendly.

"That is my problem to deal with. I've found good fuck buddy who cares about me enough to make me dinner and breakfast so I'm happy. Even if Papà kills me, I'll die happy."

"That's bleak," Matteo says.

"What does beak mean?"

"Bleak. It means sad," he says and I nod.

"I don't care if it is sad. It is reality."

Matteo doesn't answer me, he just drives us back to the mansion and tells me to go report to Antonio. I go to his office and knock on the door firmly.

"Come in," he says gruffly. My anxiety spikes at his annoyed tone. I go inside and see him sat at his desk typing furiously.

He's the most terrifying man I've ever seen. He's covered in tattoos and has scars on his tanned skin. He never wears anything other than a fitted black suit and expensive rings on his fingers. He's started to get some grey mixed in his dark brown hair and a few wrinkles around his eyes but that doesn't make him less threatening.

"Ciao Papà," I say as I sit on the chair in front of his desk. He holds his hand up as he finishes what he's doing so I stay quiet.

"How did the loading go?" He asks in his thick Italian accent.

"It was fine. Nothing was stolen and it all made it to the warehouses," I say as my hands fidget. I try to hold eye contact but I end up looking away from his intense gaze.

"Why so nervous?" He asks as he leans back in his office chair.

"Non sono," I answer.

"English," he growls.

"Sorry."

"Just relax. You did your job so there is no need to be fearful," he explains and I nod.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do?" I ask, focusing on getting the English right.

"Help your ma cook lunch, then you can do whatever you want," he says and dismisses me.

I go to the kitchen where my ma is cooking with Emilio and ask if they need help.

"You can slice the tomatoes for the sandwiches," my ma says. I take off my jacket and cut thin slices carefully.

"Where is Luca?" Emilio asks me.

"He went to the club to pick up a girl," I say and Emilio laughs.

"What club is open this early?" He asks and looks to his watch.

"There's a 24/7 club that he goes to. I call it the STD club," I say and my ma gasps. She's a bit of a prude.

"He better not get an STD," Emilio warns and I laugh.

"He uses protection-"

"Enough of this talk while I am making food," my ma interrupts. Me and Emilio smirk at each other as we finish making the sandwiches.

I call for my cousins to come get theirs as we sit at the long dining table. My ma goes to get my papà as we start eating the delicious sandwiches. He comes down with her and sits beside me at the table.

"They are very good, thank you ma," I say and she smiles. I hear the front door open and then slam as Luca comes in.

"Food!" He cheers as he sits down and starts eating.

"Why did you slam the door?" Emilio asks sternly.

"It was an accident," he says sheepishly.

"Did you not find a girl?" Giovanni asks Luca with a grin.

"I did," he says and Emilio shudders.

"I don't want to hear about my son's sex life while I eat my lunch," Emilio complains.

"Sorry pops," Luca says and rolls his eyes, but Antonio sends him a dark look so he apologises for being rude. At least I'm not the only one afraid of my papà.

After lunch, I go to my room and my papà follows.

"What are those on your neck?" He asks as he crosses his arms across his chest.

"I was at a girls house last night and she gave me hickeys," I say as I cover them with my hand.

"I don't want you to have them again, I can't have people thinking my son is a whore," he says firmly before he leaves my room. I sigh dramatically and fall onto my bed.

My phone dings and I look to see Damian has sent me a picture. I open it and gasp when I see a picture of his erection inside his underwear.

Damian: I miss you

Me: I saw you this morning

Damian: but my dick misses you

Me: we can FaceTime if you want to see me jerk off ;)

Damian: yes please!

I lock my bedroom door and strip naked, turning on my laptop so I can position it in front of me. I lean my back against the headboard of my bed and cross my legs so my growing erection can be seen on the camera. I call Damian and he accepts straight away, his face in the camera. I connect my AirPods so no one walking past can hear anything and Damian positions his phone so I can see him sat on his bed.

"Hello Dolcezza," I say as I stroke myself slowly.

"Hello Vinny, already jerking off?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

"You send me a dick pic, of course I'd be horny," I say as I smear the precum on the head of my dick.

"You're so hot," Damian tells me as he pulls his underwear down and lets out his impressive length. My lips part as I watch him jerk off and play with his balls. My grip tightens around my own cock as I speed up my hand.

"My ass is still sore from you," I say and he smirks.

"We should meet up again soon," he tells me.

"Yes, I love your dick," I say and he laughs as he rubs his erection.

"There's so many things I want to do to your body."

"Like what?"

"I really want to hang your head of the end of the bed and fuck your throat," he says and a load of precum leaks out of my dick.

"Sì, what else?" I ask as my breathing picks up speed.

"I want to spank your ass until it's a bright red as I fuck you. I want to fuck you so hard your cute little asshole will be gaping when I'm done with you, just like this morning," he says with a wink. My cheeks flush red as my wrist speeds up and I get closer to the edge. I tip my head back, careful of the headboard, and moan with my hand over my mouth.

"I'm going to cum," I gasp as my balls tighten. I suppress my moan as I unload cum onto my chest, my legs shaking as my dick twitches. I can hear Damian moan through the headphones and I look to see him cumming.

"That was hot," I say and Damian nods.

"Now I just need you here to lick off the cum."

Translations:

Sta impiegando troppo tempo- it's taking too long

Non sono- I'm not