All Chapters of The Mafia's Boy Toy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Salvatore;“Stop!” I turn to David, and he stands up with his eyes fixed on me. “You’re going to Dimitri, aren’t you?” He questions, and I raise a brow. “I’m going to get my cousin,” I reply, and he shrugs.“Fine. I’ll come along.” He says, and my head dips in amusement as I stare at him.“What nonsense are you saying? I’m letting you come with me.” I rant, and he takes a defiant breath.“Why? He said you should come, and you’ll just up and leave? What if it’s a trap? What if he wants to hurt you? Do you trust him so much that you’ll just go to him with no guards or security??” He questions, and every emotion in his voice slices through me.Anger.Hurt.Insecurity…And Jealousy.Lucas looks up at me, and I swallow. I don’t have time to waste, but I also can not take David with me.“I do not trust him. But I trust myself. He can’t hurt a hair on me.” I try to assure him, and he scoffs. “That’s not enough. I’m not letting you go to him!” He yells, and I see tears begin to rim his eye

Salvatore;I walk into the abandoned, dusty building, and I can feel eyes on me. As usual, Dimitri didn’t walk alone. He never does. He always has at least two capable snipers stationed wherever he is. He’s always been a coward. I know I ought to be careful with him, but I also know he doesn’t intend to kill me. That has never been his mission. His aim all along has been to hurt me. To break me and get under my skin. And I must say he was failing woefully at doing all that till David got involved in the mix.“Dimitri!” I yell, and my voice bounces off the walls and corners of this place. Echoing so far, I can tell just how empty this place is.Through one of the incomplete walls, I look up at the sky and sigh. “Lucas!” I yell, hoping that he can give me a hint of where he is. “Dimitri, get the fuck out here!” I yell, and finally, I hear movement. Debris crunching under someone’s steps. I turn around and find Dimitri walking over to me with a cigar in his mouth. He smirks on seeing

Salvatore;It’s late. I got home late. I couldn’t leave Uncle Aldo or Lucas till we were sure he was fine. But now I’m home. Home and eager to see just one person. I barge into my room, and I feel relief explode inside me when I see him. He’s sitting on the bed, covered by the duvet, and has a sketch book in his lap.“Sal?” He questions as I walk into the room and shut the door. “Are you… Are you drunk?” He questions, and I nod at first, but then shake my head in denial.“No. I just had a couple drinks.” I reply as I stagger, and he immediately throws the duvet and sketch book aside before rushing over to me.“And you drove home like this!?” He questions as he takes my hands and starts inspecting my body as if expecting to find an injury from driving drunk.“I’m not drunk…” I slur, and he gives me a look.“Yes, you are. I can’t believe you can be this irresponsible. What if something-” Be begins, but before he can finish, I can’t take the worry in his voice. I need to shut it out —

Salvatore;I tried getting David to talk to me once he got into the bathroom, but he ignored me. And to be honest, I deserve it. I know a lot will change if I just tell him I love him, but how much will really change is what I have no control over. I know it’s pathetic, but despite not being a spiritual or religious person, Dimitri was right. There is a pattern. Everyone I’ve ever said ‘I love you’ to ends up dead.”Dimitri may seem alive, but he’s dead too. His heart… the good in him… joy… It’s all dead. Sofie was my best friend. I told her constantly how much I loved her and our friendship, and… what happened? Then my family… Lucas and David are probably still alive because I haven’t told them those words yet. I know I’m a coward. A fucking cunt for doing this, but I’m scared. I’m scared of loving David. I don’t want to lose him. He might end up hating me, and it would kill me, but… I don’t want to see him dead. I don’t want any harm to happen to him. If I lose him, then… if

Lucas;“I shouldn’t have brought this to you. It’s stupid talk.” He says as he tries to walk away, but I grab his arm to stop him from leaving. This makes him turn to me with confusion on his face.“It’s not stupid talk if you believe it,” I whisper to him, and I see a tear drop slide down his face.He stares at me in silence, and I smile at him. My heart broke at the silence in his eyes.“Talk to me. You know I’ll listen.” I speak softly, and he blinks at me. His breath… shaky as I see him melt into the trust he has for me.A trust I appreciate way more than he knows.“If you need me to just listen, I’ll do just that. If you want my opinion, I’ll give it. Whatever you want. You should know by now that you mean more to me than the facade of invisibility you put up in front of everyone else. Let me see your scars. I won’t mock them. I won’t judge them.” I add, and he swallows.I let go of his hand and step aside. Allowing him room to move to my bed. I let out a relieved breath as he wal