Todos os capítulos de The Mafia's Boy Toy: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

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

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;“I’m not your brother! You know that. I didn’t take your father’s name for a reason. And we don’t share the same mother. We’re unrelated. You’re going to find another excuse. But nothing you say will make me leave you here.” He replies, and my heart starts thudding while I feel blood begin to seep through the new tears around my stitches. “E…Elias, I’m bleeding…” I mutter weakly as my vision begins to swim.“Eli…”I stare weakly at the door as he gets closer to it, and my grip on him tightens desperately. I don’t want to leave. Not yet. Not like this. Not with him. Especially not when he’s in this state.“Put him down, or I’m going to decorate that doorway with your fucking brain!”Elias spins in shock, and my eyes widen in astonishment when they land on David. He’s holding a Glock and has his aim right on Elias’s head. He looks angry. Scary even. Why does he look so pissed.“He told you he’s hurting. Didn’t he!?” He yells, with his finger wrapping around the trigger, and I f

David;“Lucas once told me that he’s loved someone for years, and that person could never love him cause he loves someone else. I… I just found out today that the person he loves is Sal, Mrs. Lana. He’s loved Sal for so many years, and Sal doesn’t know. Lucas has been hurting in silence for so many years because of me. I… I got in the way of his happiness…” My words hang heavy between us, and finally, she smiles at me. Then she coos as she brushes my hair back with her fingers.“Oh, my sweet boy. Why do you stain your heart with hurt that isn’t yours?” She whispers to me, and I sniffle. “If I walk into those tulips now and trample the beautiful flowers to ruins… would it make sense for me to blame you for it?” She questions, and I stare at her for a bit before shaking my head. “The same way, it makes no sense for you to blame yourself for Sal's decisions. He made his choice. You were not aware when that seed was being planted.”“But it’s hurting Lucas. He’s a good person, Mrs. Lana

Salvatore;I fill one of the cups in front of me with The Macallan 1926, and I watch my uncle’s eyes twinkle as he stares at it. I always go out of my way to get one for him. Rare as it is, I always know how to get my hands on a bottle. That’s one thing he likes a lot about me, and one secret I will never reveal to him is how I get the whisky for him.“So… What’s so important, Uncle. You seem worked up.” I speak as I fill my glass, and I watch his face fall as he stares at me. His eyes darken as seriousness slips into his expression.“Alpha base got hit.” He says, and I freeze with my cup mid-air.“The whole place. Cleared. Weapons, drugs. Everything is gone, Sal.” He adds, and I blink at him as I drop my cup back on the table.“What?” “You haven’t heard the worst part. Our intels in the other gangs are claiming their syndicates aren’t responsible for it.” He says, and suddenly his phone buzzes.He raises a finger at me and picks up his phone.“It’s a message from our guy at Vory P