Chapter 22

Eric POVI have always thought that I had been a rational person, someone who acts within emotions and when I can't control it, I end up having a deep panic attack.But right now, sitting on my couch, a half-filled glass of whiskey in my hands, waiting for Mike to come as he had promised, I think I had judged myself wrongly.Very wrong.As funny as it is, I don't want to kill him. I don't want to harm him. I want Mike to look me in the eye and tell me that he was the one who sent Ashley. That he had indirectly taken my brother and yet mourned with me, wore black with me, stayed away from Alcohol for a while because according to him my brother told him that it was bad. And that's when he stopped, I would stop.The door creaks open, and Mike walks in, putting on a white hoodie and shorts. His eyes are tear-stained, his blue sad eyes stare at me.He heaved a sigh “You are drinking again. I thought we stopped after your brother died?” He asked.He takes the glass from me and places it o

Chapter 23

Mike's POVMy eyes glitter with tears that are constantly washed down by the rain, my heart racing not with the pain of betrayal but with fear, fear of the fact that the boy who I thought I loved pointed a gun at me, ready to shoot me dead.More tears pour heavily, but I don't move, just let it wash me, wash my sin.There is no doubt that Damien is in his house. Maybe they are probably fucking each other or celebrating the fact that they almost killed me.Me? The foolish boy who had loved Eric more than anything.A car passing by splashes water on my body, shouting at me to leave the road, to go somewhere else, but I am just too tired, too scared to even do that.I want to go back into the house and tear him down for betraying me. For looking for every goddamn reason to make me seem like the bad guy.In my numb state I trail myself back to the Catholic Church cathedral where this whole forbidden love started.The cathedral is empty, with just some candles lit up and nothing else. Ever

Chapter 24

Damien's POVI place a soft kiss on Eric's wet hair. I am sitting on the edge of the bathtub while I try my best to wash him. Maybe this would make him talk to me.He has been silent since the shooting scene."Mike", I called out again. The seventh time since the whole incident. I cup his cheek, making him look at me with his empty eyes. 'Say something, baby. Anything, and I would make it work."He blinks at me and then removes my hands from his face like my hands are burning his skin. Heaved a sigh. “You let the one person who killed my brother go, and you expect me to smile at you. You want to make me happy? Then do this one thing: go back and bring that bloodthirsty man from wherever the fuck he would have run to and let me end him because I need to!” He snaps and walks away from the bathtub.I follow him inside the room, watching him as he arranges the room, changing the whole bedsheet and everything around it with a very controlled precision.He jumps on the bed. "You can turn of

chapter 25

Damien's POVMy eyes peel open with Eric by my side, placing soft kisses on my face. He smiles looking at me, his eyes filled with pure joy. “Good morning, babe."I laugh. “Morning sunshine."He sits up, staring at me. “I am hungry."I raise an eyebrow. “Hungry, or hungry?”He rolls his eyes, laughing. "Gosh, you are such a spoilt man. I mean, food, Damien. Food. Although I don't mind the other kind, come on, you literally lavished me last night. I am famished."I laugh, sitting up. I cup his face and place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Do you know what you want to eat? What should I prepare?"He stares at me. “Can you cook?” He asked.No, I can't.I have never made an attempt to cook. Back in Italy I have everything I want at my beck and call. I have chefs who work for me and boys who would be at my neck and calling.But then again, I want to try.It might not be nice, he would tease me about my bad taste in food forever but it was worth it.Last night I had promised myself that I w

Chapter 26

Damien's POVEric's mother's message keeps appearing in my head as I drive towards her field where we usually meet.What did she mean by her wanting Mike to be the king and not Eric?But Mike told Eric that it was a lie, or was he also lying?And why on earth would she not want her son to occupy a position solely meant for him?Immediately I get to the files. I park my car at a distance and walk towards her. She is sitting on a chair with a glass-topped central table before her.The field is an open space. A very open one. Nothing and no one can be seen around.She stood up and walked up to me and gave me a brief hug. “It's good you came quickly. I thought you would not come."I smiled while taking a seat. “Of course I would come. Why won't I? We are literally going to be in always."She nods her head and smiles. "Look, I want Mike to be the king."A huge lump developed in my throat. "What?"She sits up right. "Looks like you got recommended to me by Ashley's father. Your fiancé's fat

chapter 27

Damien POVMy eyes are fixed on the road as I occasionally glance at my screen, waiting for Luca to pick up.How the hell did he let this happen?Right now I don't even know where I should be going. Should it be the airport or Eric's house?Fuck! We were so happy this morning, casually watching him calling me his boyfriend and all that.This is the first time he has opened up to me in a long time, and I intend on making sure he does not regret it.His happiness is above everyone's, including Ashley.Immediately I get to the house; I bathe in the house. I pause for a moment. Eric is sitting on my couch, a bowl of popcorn on his lap with his bathrobe still on.He smiles immediately and sets his eyes on me. “Babe! You are finally back. I have missed you so much." He walks up. to meet me and place a soft kiss on my lips.I stare at him, contemplating if I should just carry him inside and fuck the hell. out of him and let Ashley walk in on us."Yeah, I am back," I reply daily, running my h