Lucas;He soon turns to us, and on seeing me in a wheelchair, his eyes grow wide as he stands to his feet. Towering in the middle of the room, like a threat that can destroy almost anything.“Lucas?? Why are you in a wheelchair?!” He demands, and I shut my eyes in exhaustion at the anger I hear in his voice.I was wrong. That’s going to take a lot to pacify. I massage my forehead as David wheels me closer to him.“Don’t yell, Elias. You’ll give me a fucking headache.” I groan, and soon I’m positioned opposite the chair he was on. However, David doesn’t leave. He doesn’t make to either.“Give me an explanation, Lucas!” Elias scolds, and the next thing I feel is David’s hand possessively placed on my shoulder.“He asked you not to yell!” He snaps at Elias, and I freeze in surprise. Elisa looks up at him, and I do too, but he doesn’t look at me.“And you are?” Elias questions rather disrespectfully, and I turned back to glare at him. “Mind your tone, Elias.” I correct, and he looks at
Attention:Hey there! Just a heads up: this book contains explicit erotic content, graphic descriptions, and LGBTQ+ themes. If that's not your thing, please take care of yourself and skip it. I won't be offended! And if that's your kink, welcome aboard. Let’s have our first trip together. Hopefully, you get to love David and Salvatore the way I love them.Proceed with caution (and an open mind)!********"Are you upset with me? "He questioned, and I just stared at him as he hovered over me. It was dark and cold, and the only source of light was the moonlight that poured into the room through the windows like liquid milk in cocoa.I looked away from him, and he leaned closer to me. His body giving warmth to mine under the sheets."Is it because I teased you so much? Are you not satisfied? "He spoke again, but I ignored him. Trying with all my might to control the emotions bubbling inside me."We can go one more round if you're up for it. "He then says, and I turn back to look at him wi
David;It all started one chaotic night. My job was to rob him. Dimitri sent me to do it, and when Dimitri gives an order, you don’t ask questions. You follow it, no matter the risks. So, I didn't ask questions. I just obeyed. Taking the risk.However, the risk I was taking for Dimitri that night was higher than anything else I had ever had to do for him. I wasn't just on another mission. No. This time, I was playing a game of peekaboo with death. I was sneaking through Salvatore's home, to rob him!One would think I was mad for agreeing to do such a thing, but it would also be madness to disobey Dimitri. So, what could I have done?For three years, I had belonged to Dimitri. I got tangled with him when I borrowed money from his men to treat my sister’s cancer. And when the time came to pay him back, I couldn't. Dimitri would have killed me, but he kept me alive with a preposition. My loyal service to him, in exchange for my life. It wasn't mercy. It was business.That monster knew ev
"You're gay. "The words rang in my head like an abominable insult, and I looked up at Salvatore with wide eyes."No, I'm not! "I yell with confusion and fright tight in my chest, but he scoffs. The sound was cold and dismissive. Like I didn't know what I was saying.I try to move, maybe to cover the humiliating bulge with my hands, but the sting in my wrists reminds me of the shackles that I'm in. There is no hiding this embarrassment.“I’m not gay. It's… Morning wood. “I lie, and he chuckles. This isn’t fucking morning wood. It’s a full-blown, undeniable erection that I do not know what caused."Those are the first words you're saying? People are usually careful when talking to me, and yet the first thing you do when you open your mouth is lie to me. "Salvatore says as he moves off the desk and begins to walk over to me.His torso and muscles flex as he does so. He moves like a predator. Slow, calculating, and dangerous."I'm not lying. I'm not gay! "I reply with desperation making m
Salvatore's POV:Can he really not remember me?He doesn't seem to. And that's quite understandable.I have changed a lot since we were roommates. Then, I was under a different name and looked completely different. David was a junior to me when we were at university.My father had put me in a cheap school to keep me hidden from his rivals. A plan that worked because when my family was wiped out, I couldn't be found. No one knew I was hiding in plain sight. No one except for my uncle. A man who has stood as a father to me since I lost my parents and older sister.David was a smart kid when we were in school. He was always coming out with top scores, and I remember hearing that he graduated with a 5.0 CGPA. David was my roommate for one year. He was always kind and funny. Funny for more reasons than one. One of those reasons was that David never knew that he was gay.I always knew that he was, but David never realized this truth. All those years ago, I could tell he was into men but Dav
David's POV;"Who the fuck are you!? "I question, reaching for my rope dart, but I freeze when I realize that I no longer have my weapons, and Vanessa is right there."Mr. Salvatore sent me. To keep the girl safe. "He says, and my eyes widen.I turn to Vanessa and she folds her tiny arms across her chest as she glares at me. Her pale face looks a bit happy to see me. Although she's trying so hard to let me know that she's upset with me, I can see that she's relieved and happy that I came here."You have every right to be mad at me. My little princess. I never forgot your birthday. I just... I was at work and... "I begin, but she cuts me off."It's okay. I understand. Your friend sent that man to tell me what happened. "She says, pointing at the man in the corner, and I freeze. Turning to the man with wide eyes, and then back at my sister."My... friend? He told you what... What happened? "I question, and she nods with her eyes softening, and my heart starts thudding. Mr. Salvatore coul
David’s Point Of View;"I'll do it!"I finally blurted out, and the silence that followed was deafening. When I opened my eyes, I found Salvatore staring at me, with confusion. Confusion that soon morphed into amusement. “You’ll… do what, exactly?” he asks with a smirk tugging at his lips, and I grit my teeth. He wants me to say it. This bastard!“I’ll become yours,” I whisper, and his smirk widens,“You do know what you’re agreeing to, right?” He asks as he starts walking towards me. And with each step he takes toward me, I take a large one back.“You understand what it means for you to be mine, right? “He questions, and I swallow. Never breaking eye contact with him.“No… ”I admit with my voice trembling. “If you become mine, ”He begins, his tone dropping into a seductive growl that sends shivers down my spine. “You won’t just be working for me. Your body will belong to me. I’ll do whatever I want with you, whenever I want, and however I want. ”He says, and as my back hits the w
David's POV: "You've said that so much, It's getting irritating. Tell me. Is being gay so bad? What scares you so much? You act like you're afraid of me, but we both know what really scares you... It's admitting what you want. "Salvatore spoke, and something snapped inside me. What gives him the right to talk like he knows me!? "You have no right to say that. You know nothing about me, so don't preach to me about my sexuality. I know what I am! "I yelled, and I saw something shift in his eyes as his expression dropped. It was almost like I hurt him. But why would my words hurt him? It's no lie. We do not know each other. He knows absolutely nothing about me, so he's in no place to tell me what I am and what I'm not. He just met me today. "Listen to me, David." He then spoke with his voice was low and commanding. "I won't force you. I won't touch you unless you permit me. But make no mistake. You belong to me now. You work for me. You answer to me. You are mine. And if you try to r
Lucas;He soon turns to us, and on seeing me in a wheelchair, his eyes grow wide as he stands to his feet. Towering in the middle of the room, like a threat that can destroy almost anything.“Lucas?? Why are you in a wheelchair?!” He demands, and I shut my eyes in exhaustion at the anger I hear in his voice.I was wrong. That’s going to take a lot to pacify. I massage my forehead as David wheels me closer to him.“Don’t yell, Elias. You’ll give me a fucking headache.” I groan, and soon I’m positioned opposite the chair he was on. However, David doesn’t leave. He doesn’t make to either.“Give me an explanation, Lucas!” Elias scolds, and the next thing I feel is David’s hand possessively placed on my shoulder.“He asked you not to yell!” He snaps at Elias, and I freeze in surprise. Elisa looks up at him, and I do too, but he doesn’t look at me.“And you are?” Elias questions rather disrespectfully, and I turned back to glare at him. “Mind your tone, Elias.” I correct, and he looks at
Lucas;The drive back home was hell. David wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and Sal was oddly quiet. David feels guilty. I know it. It’s written all over him, and I can not help but feel like the biggest fuck in the entire freaking planet. I kissed him. Against his will. Out of the freaking blue like a fucking rapist.He belongs to Sal. I know that. He and Sal are the couple. Bumpy as they may be, they belong together.I have no place in this mix, and yet somehow I have managed to kiss both men in a matter of days. It’s disgusting to think about. How weak and grey my morals are. If David finds out I kissed Sal, heaven alone knows how he’ll take it. And if Sal finds out I kissed David!? It’s going to be chaos. I’m going to ruin everything. I’m going to fucking destroy everything.My friendship with Sal,David’s shot at happinessSal’s shot at happiness…Maybe I should just leave. I think it’s best I do. For years, I’ve been able to hide my feelings for Sal, but things aren’t the
Salvatore;It’s been hours. And the more time drags by, the slower it seems. David has been quiet. His knees are bouncing anxiously, and he bites his nails. I know he has questions… and fears. But he knows this is not the place to ask them. Neither does he have the courage to ask, and for that I’m slightly grateful.I do not know how to explain to him that I love him but at the same time am attracted to my bestfriend… Maybe even more than attracted to him. The more I think of it, the more questions pop up in my mind. What if all these years, the urge I felt to protect him… The peace I always got in his presence… The urge to see him often… How he’s always been able to reach through my self-hate and make me feel human– How I let him do it. What if it was deeper than just friendship?Now that I think about it, I never liked seeing anyone with Lucas. That’s another reason I dislike that Elias guy. It’s not like Lucas dated a lot… He only ever got in one relationship, and it didn’t la
Salvatore;I blink at him in silence as his words replay in my head. A swarm of emotions that are stronger than my heart hit me, and I can feel the pain in my chest.“W-what?”I mutter, and he breaks down again.“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m… I… Sal, I'm sorry…” He sobs, and I don’t know what to do.I don’t know how to feel.At first, I feel betrayed, but then again… I’ve also kissed Lucas.Why did David kiss him? What is going on between them? Is… is David gravitating towards Lucas? Is he… is he replacing me with Lucas?“I…I swear it… I didn’t mean it, Sal…” he cries as he covers his face again in shame, and I swallow.Why am I not mad? Why is it fear I feel instead? Fear of David’s feelings for me slowly changing…“Do… do you hate me?” He croaks, and my heart breaks.His pain hurts me. I shouldn’t let him feel so guilty over something I’ve also done. “Do… do you love him?” The words slip past my lips before I can stop them, and David stares at me in stunned silence.His crimson eyes
Salvatore;David has been pacing for the past two minutes. He hasn’t sat down, hasn’t stopped pacing, and hasn’t stopped fumbling with his thumbs. On our drive here, he explained to me how they got attacked and how Lucas begged him not to be taken to a hospital. I understand that. Lucas hates hospitals. His mother had died in one. And it’s not as simple as it sounds. Her death was something that could have totally been avoided. Her death was something caused because someone was careless. His mother was admitted for a simple surgery, something that should have sent her home smiling the next day. But a simple surgery cost her her life, and Lucas his mom. A tired nurse injected the woman with an antibiotic she was allergic to, even though that detail was clearly written on her medical chart, plain as day.Lucas's mother seized and collapsed, to her death, while the emergency team scrambled like clueless rats unable to save her. The worst part is that Lucas was there to see the whol
David;“Lu-Lucas?” “Shh… Just a minute…” He breathes, and I feel shivers run up and down my spine. His grip on me tightens, and my heart starts drumming like it would erupt out of my chest soon.Lucas’s face draws closer to mine, and instead of pulling away, I feel myself melting under the seductive heat of him. What am I doing??“You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” He breathes, and I feel goosebumps rise along my skin.I move my other hand and place it on his shoulder, but it stays there… it doesn’t push him away. “You’re tempting too… It’s dangerous… Makes it hard for me to think…” He whispers as his eyes move from my eyes down to my lips, and I feel my body begin to respond to him… To how close we are.“Lucas.. You’re… you’re bleeding…” I try to regain control, but even my voice is weak. Why am I sounding like this? Feeling like this? Like a part of me has wanted this for a while.“You belong to Sal… I know that… I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t even thin
David;“You’re panicking.” He jokes, but I ignore him. “Shut up!”He scoffs as he winces again, and I look up at him with worry biting away at my mind.“I’m sorry…” I whisper as I take another gauze, but it soaks right through. He made me sneak him in, so Mrs. Lana wouldn’t see his wound. Sal is probably still asleep, and I’m here with Lucas in his room. Fumbling with my heart ramming in my throat. “The bleeding won’t stop…” I mumble in a panic as I take multiple gauze pads this time, and the buffoon laughs. He laughs!“Ugh… Look at me wasting a talent blood banks would love to welcome.” He jokes, and I glare up at him. “It’s not funny!” I scold before looking back down at the wound.My mind is blank. My thoughts are all over the place. What if he dies from blood loss??? I could try to stitch him myself, but I’m not a fucking Doctor, and this looks bad. What if the knife hit an organ?“I was stupid to listen to you. I should have taken you to a hospital. They probably need to stit
David;I crouch between the cars, peeking out as Lucas marches over the two thieves like some fearless action hero.It’s all fists and groans, and I watch with magnetic attention as Lucas fights like it’s something he’s been doing his whole life. It looks so easy for him, and although it’s two against one, I can already see that the two thieves are already getting tired. And the guy on the ground still hasn’t gotten up. Did I actually kill him!??My grip tightens on the car at the thought of being responsible for someone’s death, and I swallow.“What are you? A fucking wrestler!?” One of the guys yells at Lucas before Lucas plants a heavy blow in the guy's guts, and I smirk in satisfaction as I enjoy the show. Perhaps, he didn’t need my help all along…It’s almost too easy. The way he dodges punches and counterattacks… It’s like a scene from a fucking action movie. It’s so entertaining, I’m so close to starting to jump and cheer for him.I’m busy watching the display with a huge gri
David;“You are quite a character, you know that?” Lucas questions as we walk out of the mall, and my brows knot.“Why? What did I do?” I question, and he raises a brow before looking down at the bags in my hands.“Mrs. Lana sent us out to get just three things. Three things, David. And you went around shopping for art supplies.” He replies, and I smile sheepishly at him with a small shrug.“What? You had the money, and I needed a few things.” I reply, and he huffs.“Oh. I have the money. You didn’t even buy anything you can wear or eat… If you were going to max out my card on food, I honestly wouldn’t mind. But pencils and watercolours??” He rages, and I roll my eyes.“Oh, quit whining like a broke sugar daddy. I barely spent a hundred dollars…” I reply, and he scoffs.“A hundred and sixty dollars, little man. You spent $160 on pencils, charcoal… and what else did you buy?” He demands, and I stop walking. I turn to him with a hand on my waist.“Do you want me to repay you, Mom?” I fr