All Chapters of The Mafia's Boy Toy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

David;“David?” I hear Sal’s voice call gently as someone shakes me, but I’m not ready to wake up yet.“Mmm.” I groan as I turn away from the light and pull the duvet over my head.“Wake up, David. It’s time for breakfast.” He says as he tries to pull off the duvet, but I don’t let him.“I’m not hungry…” I slur, but he doesn’t relent.“Yes, you are. You didn’t eat last night.” He says, but I don’t respond.“You don’t have to get out of bed. I brought it up here for you.” He adds, and this partially removes sleep from my eyes.What does he mean he brought it up here for me?I slowly raise the duvet and peek out at him from under it. In his hands is a tray of covered plates, and the aroma hits my nose. My stomach rumbles, and I immediately sit up as I rub my eyes.“Good morning, sleepy head.” He greets me as I yawn and stretch, and I just stare at him as my thoughts start falling into place. I need a few seconds to do that every morning.“Good morning.” I greet him, and he smiles. He

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 find that the chair has been reclined. Salvatore must have done that.I realise that I’m alone in the car with its windows down, and the car is parked directly in front of a hospital. A hospital??Why are we here??Aren’t we going to pick up Lucas? Salvatore soon walks through the hospital doors, but my brows crease at the person beside him. The person Sal is helping to walk. It’s Lucas. What happened to him? I try to open the door, but realise that Sal locked me in, and I frown.Why did he do that? They soon get to the car, and I scowl at Sal as he reaches for the car key in his pocket. He presses a button, and all the doors open. Causing me to roll my eyes. “Why did you lock me in?” I

David;“Wait… You didn’t know?” I ask him, and Lucas’s mouth falls open as he stares at me. “No, I didn’t know! How’s that even… What? How did you… Where did you hear something like that?” He questions. Absolutely dumbfounded, and I scoff in disbelief.I can’t believe Sal didn’t even tell him.“WOW!” I exclaim before looking away in disbelief.“Wait. You can’t be serious. That’s not possible. I would know. He’s never mentioned anything like that.” Lucas exclaims, still in shock, and I turn to him.“It is true. When they were teenagers. Dimitri told me… And he showed me pictures.” I replied, and Lucas stared at me in silence. His dark green eyes blinking in disbelief.“You’re sure they were photoshopped or… or edited pictures?” He asks, refusing to believe it, and I shake my head in disagreement.“I would know an edited picture when I see one. It wasn’t fake, Lucas. I asked Sal about it, and he begged me not to talk about it.” I reply, and silence falls upon us. “How could he hide so

Lucas;He adjusts on the bed and bites into one of his cookies. “I’ve known for a while now.” He says casually as he chews, and suddenly, his eyes light up.“Wow! This tastes amazing!” He exclaims, and I blink at him. How the hell did he figure it out? Should I lie? Does Sal know he knows this? Does he know Sal was…“I also know Sal was Desmond.” He adds as he keeps eating, and I reach for the wall for support.I don’t know if to deny this.“Sal knows I know. I don’t think it would be fair to keep you in the dark.” He adds, and finally, he looks up at me again. He looks unbothered, and me. I don’t know how to feel about this, so I blurt out the first thing that makes it past the chaos in my head.“How did you figure that out?” “What do they say about a magician and his tricks?“ He replies, and I scoff before moving back to the bed. He doesn’t seem upset or worried by it.“I underestimated you,” I note, and he laughs.“A lot of people do.” He replies, and I stare at him in disbeli

David;The gentle chatter and movements of the maids and guards outside pull me out of sleep, and I slowly blink my eyes open, but squint at the morning’s light that’s on my face.A yawn escapes me, and that’s when I feel how dry and scratchy my throat is, and it instinctively causes me to clear my throat. I groan as I move my body. Everything feels heavy, like I spent the night building a house, not sleeping.. My head hurts. There’s a dull, throbbing pressure behind my eyes, and it feels like I didn’t get enough sleep last night.I move again, but stop when I realise that my pillow is soaked. Was I sweating?My brows crease as I pull myself into a sitting position, and when I look at the other side of the bed, Lucas is fast asleep, lying on his stomach.I let out a breath and hold my head as bits and pieces of last night begin to flow into my mind. It felt like someone was wiping me down at some point... Fingers brushed through my hair, and a low, gruff voice kept whispering somethi