Mafia: My Father's Nemesis のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Marcelo's POV “Dad, please. Keep your voice down.”“I will not keep my voice down! This is—this is—” He sputters, at a loss for words.Vincenzo sips the water the waiter hastily pours for him, completely unfazed by my father’s outburst. “Your son is an adult, Diego. A very capable, intelligent adult who makes his own decisions.”“Did this start during the negotiations?” Dad demands, turning to me. “Is that why you got such a good deal? Because you were sleeping with him?”“The deal was fair before anything happened between us,” Vincenzo says smoothly. “Our relationship has nothing to do with the long-standing rivalry between our families. What’s between Marcelo and me is personal, not business.”Dad scoffs. “Everything is business with you, Casano. Everything.”“Not this.” Vincenzo’s voice softens as he takes my hand on top of the table, intertwining our fingers. “I’m in love with your son, Diego.”I stare at him, my heart in my throat. It’s the first time he’s said those words. We’v

Six’s POVMy body protested when I tried to move and I groaned. Why was my throat so dry? It felt like I'd spent the night eating sand. I tried to push my hand against the bed to lift myself up, but my arms wouldn't move. Am I sleeping on them?I rolled over and willed my eyelids to open. When they did, it felt like there were ten-pound weights on each lid. I groaned again and stared up at the ceiling.This isn't the apartment.The realization hit me in the chest like a ton of bricks. I shot up and instantly regretted it as my head throbbed and I had to wait until the dizziness faded away so I could move. I blinked a few times and took in my surroundings."Shit."I was in a small room that was barely big enough to walk around in. A cot was on one side which I sat on and how sad was it that the cot was more comfortable than my apartment with the sleeping bag on the floor? My eyes ran over everything else in the room, which was empty. The floor was cold, my feet were bare and in front o

Amadeo’s POVSix shoved himself back in the chair. "Shit, relax!"I raised a brow and stepped toward him. "Put your arms behind you, around the back of the chair.""Kinky. Do I at least get a safeword?" When I stared at him, his grin fell and he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I’m real nervous.”"You should be.”Six hesitated and I was across the space between us and in his face in seconds. I grabbed a handful of his hair and he gasped, the breathy sound going right to my balls as they tightened. That sound should be illegal."You're going to keep testing me until I lose my patience. Aren't you?""N-no, no I'm not," he breathed and shoved his hands around the back of the chair. "I've just got a really dumb mouth. That's what my mom used to say anyway. It runs when I don't want it to and trust me I'm not trying to keep talking I just can't stop when I start and then I always say something crazy and I end up kicking myself. Like now. Right, this moment I really want to shut up but I can't.

Amadeo’s POVI stared at the monitor, my eyes tracking every movement Six made. Right now, he bounced from one wall to the other, mumbling to himself. He wasn't speaking out loud because I would have heard every word, but rather only his pink, plump lips were moving."How long are you going to resist me?"It had only been three days, but Six looked as if he was going crazy being in there by himself. When he was let out to use the bathroom and returned, he only got more pissed off. So far he'd called me every kind of son of a bitch in the book, but he still wouldn't break.Keep fighting me. It'll be even better when you give in.Six couldn't stand me, but I was enamored by him. He was strong, courageous, daring, and an absolute pain in my ass. Once I'd left from our little chat, I had fired everyone on the floor and in the back rooms of the casino and replaced them all. It was an easy feat. People wanted to work in my casino and since Six had shown me it was the people who were flawed,

Six’s POVThe building Amadeo lived in was huge. All of the lights gave off warm glows and the pristine lobby was all but empty. What time is it? There was a clock on the wall, but it was too far away for me to read it. I gave up and gazed at Amadeo. No one looked directly at him when he stepped inside and I stared in awe. Did they know what he was?They certainly looked right through me. I glanced down at myself. A dirty, ripped t-shirt, ill-fitting pants, and no shoes. If I saw a wealthy man with a guy that looked like me, I would either think something sinister was going on or he was being a good guy and helping out a homeless man. As I passed by a mirror and took in my greasy hair and skin, I grimaced. Yeah, I definitely look homeless."Don't fall behind, Six," Amadeo said as he glided to the elevator.I nodded and picked up the pace. We stepped inside and I held my breath as the elevator went up. As each number ticked by it felt like an eternity. Soft music played in the backgrou