Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

GIOVANNIMarcelo wasn't picking my calls, same thing with Dad. I went to dad's penthouse earlier, but he wasn't at home. Same with his minions.I was worried sick about my brother. He was the one in charge of the warehouse that the feds raided, and the fact that Dad had already known about it didn't make me feel any better.If anything should happen to my brother, I would forget about doing things on the low end go straight to Price Russell and put five bullets in his damn skull.Why the fuck did he have to poke his nose in our business? We paid the higher ups, even the people that put uniform on him seek us whenever they needed to do something dirty but we're too afraid to get their hands dirty.We did their dirty jobs for them in exchange for our business to remained as legal as the feds would want it to be. So why can't Price Russell fucking drop out case and find something else to do?I was fucking furious right now, close to fuming in rage. My hands tightened on the steering whee

GIOVANNI After fucking Adrian's mouth to the point his voice had gone hoarse. I cum into his mouth and felt him swallowed every last drop of my cum before pulling out of his mouth. "Fuck." Adrian cursed, panting breathlessly as he tried wiping his mouth but since his wrists had be bound together, he had to use his tongue. I yanked him off the table and flung him over my shoulder, carrying him to the only room in this warehouse. Adrian grunted when I shoved him onto the queen sized bed. He bounced back a little and tried moving back but he was too tired to do so. I smirked down at him, knowing by the time I was done with him, he would not be able to walk out of this place on his own feet. Staring down at him, his sexy body did something dangerous to me and I cursed under my breath. Adrian was still in my shirt and I loved the way he look in nothing but my shirt that was overly too big for him. Cute. No. That was fucking sexy. I picked a knife on the table, walking ove

GIOVANNIMy brother, Nikola, sometimes call me a cocky bastard, and I meant, just anyone would be as cocky as I am if they were in my position.A wide grin took over my face as I carried Adrian to the car, he wrapped his arms around my neck and hid his face in my chest as he tried to hide his tired face from me.This was my doing.I was the one who made him this way, and it somehow boosted my already full to the brim ego.I loved the tired look in his eyes when he looked at me earlier, the way his eyes teared up as he begged me to stop, but the way his ass kept milking my cock made me feel like a fucking superman.Well, hello Satan, this is Giovanni Marino and I am reporting live from my domain. This boy right here in my arms loves my cock so much, so please don't take me now."Aren't we there yet? It's freaking cold." Adrian grumbled into my chest and I stared down at him, flashing him a wicked grin."Don't be too scared of catching cold, I mean, I'm here to warm you up." I beamed be

GIOVANNIAdrian excused himself to use the bathroom and I used the opportunity to put everything back in order before he returned.I knew that little shit would pressure me to take him home the moment he got back, and I still have to wipe the kitchen clean before I would go anywhere.I hated mess, and the state of my kitchen right now was anything but neat. I didn't mind leaving the kitchen dirty if Adrian asked me to fuck me, but aside from sex, nothing would make me leave this place before putting everything away.After I was done here, I decided to pour myself another glass of vodka so I could get myself busy. My dick was telling me to go meet Adrian in the bathroom, maybe he might let me go inside him again.But then, the elevator dinged and I felt blood rushing through my ears as I rushed out of the kitchen.That was definitely my brother, Marcelo. I had to stop him and send him out of here before he could stepped out of the elevator. But I was too late."Hey, brother." The idiot

ADRIAN "Carlos!" I gasped, eyes widening in shock. "What happened? Why are you crying?" I rushed over to where he was standing by the window, grabbing his shoulder and turned him around to face me. His eyes were swollen with tears. "Did you hurt yourself? Why are you crying?" I asked, frowning when he wouldn't stop crying. I cupped his face in both hands, turning his face sideways to see if he indeed hurt himself. But to my surprise, there were no traces of injury or bruises on his face. So what happened? Why is he crying? "Is it your Dad?" I asked, confusion plastered on my face. Carlos shook his head, his shoulders trembling as he tried to stop his tears but failed woefully. "I..." He sniffed, pushing his body against mine and hugging me tightly. He inhaled me. "I thought you left me. I thought you're not coming back." "What?" I chuckled, rubbing circle on his lower back. "Why wouldn't I come back? This is my home." "I know." He grumbled, rubbing his face against m