Chapter 10
“Vegas?” I confirm, arching a brow in Raf’s direction. I don’t know what the fuck the Verdis are doing so far out, but the fact they’re encroaching into Russian territory is ringing alarm bells.
With a nod, he closes his laptop. “It’s the last compound I managed to track Ronaldo to. The place is a fortress, though.”
Merda.
“First the flesh trade, now Russian Territory?” I exhale my disbelief, running a hand through my hair. There’s no way we are going to get within ten miles of that place before hell breaks loose. There will be guards around every corner, surveillance covering every damn corner of the place. Luisa is surrounded, and while I doubt Don Verdi has the capacity to harm her, I’m not so certain Ronaldo isn’t about to follow in his brother’s footsteps.
“See what else you can find out, Raf.” Sera takes my hand in her soft one. “Go find Levi before he does something stupid.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. Levi isn’t thinking straight, and it’s my turn to make him see clearly. But ever since Sera’s return, it’s like a switch has flipped. He’s sinking in his own guilt, suffocating in his own shame. I know that he blames himself for his sister’s situation, but the truth is, he did what we all would. He shouldn’t be ashamed of following protocol. His sister married an enemy, a complicated situation to most, but not us.
Without another word, I march after him, the heels of my shoes clipping along the wooden steps as I ascend into the living area. I can’t even begin to imagine how he’s feeling about this. If it’s anything like how I felt when Sera was taken, it’s only a matter of time before he becomes the storm he so desperately tries to calm in me.
Opening the front door, I glance at the side table, where his keys sit beside mine. He couldn’t have gotten far without them, meaning he’s still close by.
“You really think he’s going to listen to you?”
I spin around, coming face to face with Enzo. Just his presence pisses me off. It’s like he’s trying to push every single one of my damn buttons—and it’s working. But I don’t give a shit that he’s Levi’s cousin, or was Sera’s best friend. He has no place here.
Ignoring his question, I swivel on my heel and head for the patio doors, but Enzo is quick on my heels and my blood starts to heat with rage.
“You might share holes, but—”
The tether of my self-control snaps. I spin around so fast that I even feel dizzy. Enzo doesn’t get to judge my relationship with Sera or Levi. What goes on between us is just that.
I pin Enzo to the wall beside the door, my chest heaving with unspent anger. “You can keep digging that pathetic little hole of yours to hide your jealousy, but the only person being buried in it will be you.”
“Speaking of filling holes.” Enzo smirks, his gaze dropping to the gap between our bodies. Only it’s not the space between us he’s indicating, but what’s occupying it. His gun. “If you want to carry on filling them with that thing, I suggest you back away now.” He presses the barrel of his gun against my dick, the aggressive determination in his eyes never wavering.
“Do it. See where it gets you,” I challenge.
Click.
Enzo switches the safety off, daring me to push him further. And for a split second, that electrical current of nervous energy sparks up. It simmers beneath my skin like a warning, but I’ve never been one to heed them. I’ve never been afraid of death or the prospect of it. Losing my father, losing Sera, that put a lot of shit into perspective for me. It’s losing the people around me that I fear the most. My own life, I could care less about, but living another day without Levi or Sera just isn’t something I can comprehend. The week Sera disappeared had been agonizing. Staring the unknown in the face still haunts me.
My thoughts must be displayed on my face, because Enzo suddenly retracts his gun, clicking the safety on and tucking it back into his black jeans. “He’s still my cousin, regardless of…” he huffs out, trepidation stopping him from finishing his sentence.
“Regardless of what?” I press.
“Nevermind.”
The patio door swings open and Levi stalks past us, determination reinforcing every step. He paces towards the front door in silence, reaching for his car keys.
I race after him before he can take them, catching his wrist and twisting him around, pinning him against the opposite wall.
“Where are you going?” I ask, forcing Levi to look at me.
Though my question comes out as a possessive growl, Levi tilts his chin up defiantly. “To find Luisa.”
“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” I warn.
“It’s better than sitting around here, doing nothing.”
“Is it?” I ask. The fact that Levi thinks that dying senselessly is better than coming up with a plan that will keep everyone safe only drives home how lost he is right now. If I could take that pain away from him and harbor it as my own, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t even second-guess my decision because seeing Levi like this is gut-wrenching. “You can’t go alone,” I sigh.
“And what are you going to do when you get there?” Enzo questions behind me. “Because they’ll smell you a mile off. Not to mention that Vegas is several hours away.”
“Nobody asked you,” Levi snaps. “In fact, why are you still here? Sera can’t stand to look at you, I can’t stand talking to you. What purpose do you have here other than—”
Enzo takes a swing before Levi can even finish his sentence. His fist connects with Levi’s jaw, sending him stumbling sideways, taking out a vase from the adjacent table. Glass explodes across the floor, like the start gun to an olympic race, and all hell breaks loose.
In a split second, Levi lunges at his cousin, tackling him to the ground with a sickening thud. It’s a battle for dominance as they wrestle and roll, throwing punches haphazardly. There’s no method to their fighting, it’s just a case of who can get a punch in.
“Knock it off!” I bark, trying to grab Enzo by the collar. But Levi thrusts his hips upward, throwing Enzo off of him.
As much as Enzo fights, it’s Levi who ends up on top, fists flying, words spraying. “Nobody wants you here!” he screams before his body rolls across the floor.
“The fuck do you know?” Enzo spits out. “You’re only here because of me!” He slings an arm sideways, Levi’s head snapping to the right as the blood sprays across the wooden floor.
The symphony of coughs and grunts expels one after the other as they continue to pummel the shit out of each other. It all gets too much when a tooth springs free, sliding to halt at my feet. I don’t know who it belongs to, but this shit has officially gotten out of hand.
“Fuck’s sake!” I grunt, pulling Levi off of Enzo.
They’re both breathless and exhausted, chests heaving as anger flares their nostrils. While Levi has a split lip and his hair is messier than usual, he still looks perfect to me. There’s a sadness lingering in his dark eyes, a kind of guilt that I feel so profoundly. It forces me to analyze what’s really going on, and the softness I feel for Levi starts creeping in.
Enzo doesn’t look much better, now sporting a swollen lip and cheek, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. No guess as to who’s tooth that was. It’s safe to say they both got good hits in, but this shit has to stop. I know I’m just as bad, but this is only a distraction from the real problem. We’re not going to get Luisa or Giovanni’s daughter back if we’re all at each other’s throats. So, for the first time ever, it’s up to me to be the calm, rational one.
“We have to stop this shit!” I roar at both of them.
“I’m just trying to help,” Enzo says, swiping at his mouth.
“I don’t need your help!” Levi screams. “I don’t need help from any of you!” Before I can stop him, he’s spinning on his heel and marching away from me.
“Levi!” I call after him.
“Told you he wouldn’t listen.”
Ignoring Enzo’s comment, I start after Levi, following him upstairs to the room we’ve claimed as ours. When I enter, he’s pacing back and forth, unspent anger rolling off him in waves. Levi always says I’m a storm, but as I watch him for a moment, I realize that Levi is the perfect depiction of the ocean.
He’s calm, almost peaceful when the world is the right side up. But if the axis is tilted, those still waters become deathly peaks of rage, waves threatening to swallow you up if you test them. It’s almost magnetic the way I’m drawn to that part of him, like we’re one and the same, but complete opposites.
“Levi,” I sigh, stepping forward.
“Leave me alone!” he snaps. “I just want to be alone.”
I shake my head. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t have that luxury right now. So I kick the door shut behind me, stalking toward Levi like he might flee if I don’t move fast enough. The problem is, this is new territory for me. I’m not the calming type. I’m not the guy who gives you their shoulder to cry on. I’m the one who takes a gun and puts bullets in peoples heads. I’m the one to take a knife and make someone plead for their life. Placation isn’t my thing.
“Fine,” he grunts. “Then I’ll leave.”
I lunge for him before he can get past me, spinning him around and slamming him onto the bed face first. He bounces beneath my weight, his breaths coming out quick and sharp. “You don’t get to walk away, il mio sole. If you wanna fight, fight me. I can handle it. But I’m not leaving you alone.”
Levi grunts, attempting to push me off, but my stance has him pinned, my hips holding him in place. “I’m not walking away from shit!”
“Liar.”
All of a sudden, Levi throws his elbow backwards, landing a blow to my face so hard that I see stars. It takes every ounce of strength for me to remain on top of him, forcing his body harder into the sheets as I fight against the urge to retaliate.
“This isn’t a fucking game, Luca!”
I jolt him with my weight, my blood boiling and rage creeping all the way to my extremities in a burning rush of heat. “Then stop acting like a goddamn child and let me in! Get angry, break shit, but stop acting like you’re the only person this affects.”
It’s probably not the best approach, but I’m not going to pretend to be what Levi is for Sera. We have our own dynamic; our own way of solving problems. We fight because it’s what we do best.
“You wouldn’t understand,” Levi croaks, his voice breaking with the weight of his own guilt, refusing to let me take that weight off his shoulders.
“Try me?” I challenge, pressing my hand to the middle of his back. “In case you forgot, I lost my father. I never got to save him, and I sure as shit know that nothing will come from a half-assed revenge plot.”
“I don’t see you coming up with a plan. You promised—” He tries to kick me away, but I move my grip to the back of his neck, pinning him so that he can’t throw me off. We’re evenly matched in weight, with my height only just a little taller than his, but from this vantage point, I hold all the power, and damn does that make me a little hard.
I smirk behind him, my motivations suddenly steering me in a different direction. The heat from his body, the way his breaths fall in a ragged rhythm. I don’t want to hurt him, but damn, do I want to fuck the stubbornness out of him.
“I know what I promised,” I say, moving one hand to undo my belt. “But now isn’t the time for you to sign your death warrant.”
The clink of my belt startles Levi. He moves his head, but I only give him enough room to tilt it slightly, his eyes widening. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk away from me.” I claw at my shirt, peeling it off my body.
Levi shifts beneath me, his hips squirming. The action spurs me on, my blood reaching a boiling point as my chest heaves with excitement. I know he wants this just as much as I do. Fighting and fucking; they’re both ways to release our anger, our frustration.
Searching for any doubts lingering in those dark eyes, my gaze drops to his lips. He licks them before biting down, making it increasingly difficult to reign in my desire for the asshole. When he starts to buck his hips, his hands reaching down to undo his pants, I know there’s no reservations, no apprehension or nerves.
It’s like all the pent up anger we’ve yet to release, all the boundaries we’ve been tiptoeing close to, finally rears into us. We don’t need to say what we’re thinking. In an instant, we’re tearing our clothes off, tossing them aside as we let our primal urges take over. Levi grabs my cock excitedly, fisting it in his grip. His movements are hard and fast, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when he slides his lips over the tip. His tongue works magic around the head, his head bobbing frenetically, hungrily. The sight is enough to bring me to my knees, the sensation enough to set me off. That’s the power of Levi; of what we have.
Possessiveness rages inside me as he gags on my cock. My hand automatically goes to the back of his head, forcing him further down my shaft. “You’re going to take it all, Levi,” I grunt, thrusting my hips to match his own rhythm. “Just like that,” I groan, panting through the pleasure unfurling within me.
Levi’s slurps and chokes on my shaft as he deepthroats me. He edges me closer, making it harder and harder to maintain my self-control. Considering we’ve never been with a guy before one another, he knows exactly how to get me off. I yank him away with a reluctant grunt, twisting him around to force his face into the sheets once more.
“The only place I’m coming is in this ass,” I growl, slapping my palm against his bare cheek.
He moans out, pressing his ass against my cock. “Who are you kidding? You’re a bottom.”
His words tip me over the edge, the challenge in his voice only encouraging me to prove him wrong. Sure, I’ve never been with a guy before Levi—hell, I’m not even sure how to describe our situation—but the need to take him, to galvanize our connection, is stronger than ever.
Reaching around, I grab his dick and give it a languid stroke before spitting on his asshole.
Levi lets out a pained groan, but it’s the distraction I want to give him as I line my cock up at his hole. I listen to the way his breaths pitch when I press against the ring of muscle, the anticipation building. And when he finally exhales, I punch my hips forward, giving him no warning. Luckily my spit and soaked cock from his blowjob are the perfect lubricant and I can’t resist the moan when I still inside of him
“Fuck!” Levi groans, his eyes closing for a split second before they open again. Blissed out, he rocks his hips with mine, his cock sliding through my fist. “Fuck me already!”
It’s the hottest fucking sound I’ve ever heard coming from Levi. His begging, his body writhing beneath mine. Sweat starts to bead along my forehead, a blend of nerves and excitement heating me from the inside out.
My lips kick up in a smile as I edge deeper into his ass, my breaths shallowing as I bottom out. And fuck, does it feel amazing being balls deep in Levi. I can’t deny that I haven’t thought about it before, but the reality is so much better than anything I could imagine.
Driving my hips into his ass, my mouth gapes as I watch my dick sink into him. Fuck, I don’t think I’ll last long. His ass is tight, the walls squeezing my cock so hard that I’m gonna blow my load in seconds. As much as I want to fuck the fight out of him, I have to force myself to slow down.
I grip onto Levi’s shoulder with one hand, still fisting his dick with the other. Every time my knuckles hit the base, he grinds his ass against me. Who would have thought Levi likes anal?
“Harder,” Levi pants, those fucking noises driving me crazy.
Leaning forward, I punch my hips harder, angrier. Now it feels like I’m fighting the fuck out of myself, but with the way my body is fired up, getting off on all the sensations around me, I don’t care anymore.
“You gonna come, il mio sole?” I husk, biting down on his shoulder.
“Hmm… fuck… yeah…” Levi throws his head back, giving me just enough reach to slam my lips onto his. Our kiss is filled with power and passion, our tongues meshing, breaths colliding and tongues twining. I dig deeper, fisting his cock faster and faster as I match each stroke with a punch of my hips. “Luca!”
“Fuck, yes!” I cry out as white hot pleasure explodes through my body. My balls tighten, and in the same breath, I feel the rush of my release fill Levi’s ass.
He cries out at the same time, his cum spilling into my hand. I keep on stroking, gliding my hand up and down until we’re both breathless and spent.
Lightheaded but sated, I roll onto my side, eyes locking with Levi while a smile tugs at his sexy plump lips. I can’t help myself— I lean forward and cup his cheek, pressing my lips to his a little softer this time. Miraculously, it’s like the world has fallen away. It’s just the two of us; this perfect moment, and nobody can take it away from us.
I finally fucked the fight out of Levi.