MasukDavid;I push the door to Lucas’s room open slowly.He hasn’t stepped out since he came back, and I'm worried about him. He could be sleeping, but I need to confirm that he’s okay, and then I’d let him rest.I peek into the green-themed heaven and pause when I see Lucas.He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, completely still, elbows on his knees and gaze lost in thought.I step in, and he doesn’t seem to notice me.That’s weird.Lucas always notices, even when he pretends not to.I close the door quietly behind me. The door clicks shut, breaking the silence, and that gets his attention.He looks up at me, and I can see his mind return to the present in real time.“H-Hey.” He greets, and I slip my hands into my back pockets as I walk up to him.“Hey,” I reply as I stop in front of where he’s sitting.For a moment, I don’t say anything else.I just look at him.The way his shoulders are set. The way his jaw is tight… and the way his eyes don’t quite settle on mine before drifting again.
Lucas’s POV;I walk into Elias’s office with the stack of documents in my hand.I could have sent someone to deliver them, but no. I have to do this. By myself. I’ve tried my best to salvage whatever relationship I hoped to have with him, but now I know that Lucas is a mess I can not understand. And if I don’t draw my lines now, someday, he will do something that will hurt me… badly.It’s best I pull away now. And my acceptance now is my first step in doing that. I came to bid farewell in person. He won’t be my brother, so he should just stay a stranger. The door shuts behind me, and the moment Elias looks up, I see excitement in his eyes. Excitement that soon contorts into something else as his eyes take me in properly.His gaze locks onto me, narrowing as it drags over the marks on my skin.Marks I deliberately didn’t make much of an effort to hide.“Lucas…” He greets with a certain stiffness in his voice, but I ignore it. “What the hell is all over you?” He adds, and I almost
Salvatore;Every word. Every tone, every glare. It all replays in my mind in the silence of the room. I stare at the sun ray gently scattered across the table as knots begin to form in my mind. A new kind of fear builds in my heart. Fear, that I do not wish to acknowledge or allow…I look up at David, who is now sitting quietly on the arm of the chair opposite me… The same chair Uncle Aldo was just in.His bright, curious violet eyes are fixed on me as he watches me in silence.He hasn’t said a word since Aldo left, but I can tell he’s thinking. One thing I have learned about David is that his silence is never empty. His mind works in ways and at a speed that can be almost terrifying. It’s something I admire about him. Something I admire and respect,Finally, he lets out a breath and breaks the silence.“Can I ask you something?” He whispers, and I look up at him. I think I know the direction this conversation is about to go, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face it.“You just did,”
David;“Ah, that’s… nice. But there’s no need for that now. This is a private discussion, David.” He replies, and I raise a brow.Sal’s eyes flick to me for a brief second… a brief, unreadable glance, and then he looks back at his uncle. “Oh, no, Uncle. Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of David.” He replies, and I battle in everything to swallow the pride and smile that consumes me at the words. I can tell that catches Aldo off guard, and his eyes widen as he looks back up at me, and I smile at him. Then he looks back at Sal.“I don’t think…” He begins, but Sal cuts him off, like it’s not a topic for discussion.“He’s my assistant,” Sal states with no room for argument, and the look Aldo gives me after that is venomous… hateful.It makes my skin crawl.He looks away from me and carries on, anyway… like he’s trying to reconnect to whatever… act he was putting on just a little while ago.“Then your assistant will understand I’m suggesting something in your best interest
David;“I’ll be back. It’s a quick meeting. I only want to fill him in on what happened at the meeting, and I’ll be back.” Sal’s words repeat in my head as I pace about the room.Uncle Aldo is here.Aldo Morano.I’ve never really had reason to think much about the man before. In fact, I don’t think I ever did.He was never my business.But now? For some reason, my mind has decided to shine floodlights on him.I don’t know what the reason is, but I’m suddenly… disturbed. By him. By the man Sal sees as a father.The few times I’ve seen him, I’ve grown to understand that he’s the kind of man who smiles with his mouth and schemes with his eyes. I know most men in the underworld are like that. I mean… You can’t be an open book and expect to survive, but this man…Something has started to feel off about him.I let out a sigh, knowing better than to doubt my heart.I pull the bedroom door open and begin to march through the house to Sal’s office.Sal may have been gone for just seven minu
Mrs. Lana;Wow! What are these?” Vanessa questions as soon as I set my plate in front of her, and I smile at her. “Egg muffins,” I reply, and she stares up at me with an impressed smile. “You made them in a muffin tray, so the omelettes come out like this?” She questions as she picks one of the muffins up to look at, and I grin as I nod. She’s so bright!I watch as she picks up a slice of toast and starts eating.“David, Mr. Sal and Huby would like this. Did you save some for them??” She then asks while kicking her feet, and my heart falls.I’ve been trying not to think much about them all morning, but I can’t help it. I’m worried out of my mind! “Did they tell you when they’ll be back?” Vanessa asks me again for the hundredth time his morning, and I let out a breath.“No, dear. They didn’t tell me, but I suspect they would be back soon.” I reply, and she nods as she stuffs her mouth with the omelettes she vehemently requested for this morning.I stare at her purple beanie, and I
David;I thank Salvatore as I take the bag from him and pull out one of the gummy packs, when a thought hits me.“Want one?” I question, and he nods awkwardly.“S-Sure…” He replies, and I reach into the bag to give him one. He got me so many…“Thank you.” He replies, and I force a smile at him befo
David;I let out a long yawn as I open my eyes, and I’m confused when my gaze lands on a black ceiling. Where the fuck…? What is this place?? Wasn’t I with Sal??I sit up in a panic, and relief washes over me when I find that I’m still in the car. I look back down at the seat in confusion, and I f
Lucas;“What if Sal hasn’t let himself love anyone else since Dimitri, cause… somewhere in his heart, he still… loves him?” I chomp on the chocolate cookies Mrs. Lana made me as I reminisce on David’s words.Sal can’t possibly have feelings for Dimitri. It’s impossible. Right?I’d know… For me, no
David;I stare at Sal as he sleeps, and I can’t stop my tears. They’re silent… But drowning. How hard is it to love me? Why doesn’t he love me? He wants me to stay… He needs me to stay… But he doesn’t love me. And that kills me. I couldn’t bear to see him broken like that… crying like that. I sai




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