Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Connor
“Boss, your visitor is here,” Sam called through the closed door.
I heard his retreating footsteps down the hall and then the distant sounds of him returning downstairs. When I turned to wake Matteo, his eyes were already open and watching me warily.
“What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer me.
“Who’s your visitor?”
Matteo scrubbed his hand across his face like someone did when trying to avoid answering a direct and clear question.
“Matteo, who is downstairs?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes, that’s why I asked.” I knew my tone was clipped, but Matteo let it slide.
“I had Frankie look into your uncle.” Matteo stopped speaking and sat in silence. I knew there was more to the story.
“And?”
“What were you told about what happened to your mom?”
“She left. Her note said it was too hard to be a wife and mom. My dad looked for her, but she never came back.” Matteo’s expression was grim. “Did something happen to her?”
“Your Uncle Jasper took out a life insurance policy on her with an unusual clause that accounted for disappearances.”
“He murdered her? That was his sister.” Matteo nodded, but I could tell there was more to the story. I knew instinctively that whatever else my POS uncle had done would break something inside me, but I needed to hear the rest of it before I fell apart.
“And your dad?”
“He died in a car accident. The brakes failed in winter when he was driving home. It was icy that night. Uncle Jasper said there wasn’t any life insurance, and it cost him a lot of money to handle everything and pay off the bills.
That’s why he said I had to work for him for free.
” I paused before going on, “But that’s not what happened, is it? ”
“Pup, I’m sorry, but it’s not.”
“He killed him too?”
Matteo nodded again.
“Is there anything else I should know about my life?”
“When we did the cleanup at Ralphie’s, the boys found the contract between him and your uncle.”
“He’s not my uncle,” I snapped. He was nothing to me.
“Okay, pup, between Ralphie and Jasper.” Matteo took a breath and squeezed my hands. “Are you sure you want to hear this too?”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and stilled my shaking hands. When I answered, my voice was steady. “I want to know everything.”
“He claimed ownership of you. The terms state that Ralphie could keep and break you for six months. After six months, you’d be returned to Jasper and placed in a whore house. Ralphie would have access to anyone he wanted for the year that followed.”
“I see.” I knew Jasper was a bad person, but I hadn’t realized how awful. My control hung by a thread when I felt Matteo’s heavy hand against my cheek. I leaned into his warmth and strength. “Where is he now?”
“Here.”
“You brought him here?”
“Yeah, I wanted to take care of him myself. They’ve put him in the basement.”
“Well, we can’t keep him waiting then. It’s rude.”
Before the words left my mouth, I knew how this would end, but I struggled to find even an ounce of regret. I grabbed a pair of sleep pants from the dresser drawer and slipped on the moccasins that had magically appeared during my stay.
When I left the bedroom, Matteo followed me all the way downstairs until I reached the door leading to the basement.
There, I stepped aside and let him take the lead.
He took my hand in his and tangled his fingers with mine.
We walked downstairs side by side, and he stopped us in front of a nondescript door.
He opened it and ushered me inside. Frankie and Joey were already there.
Jasper was zip-tied to a chair that sat on top of an industrial plastic tarp. Behind him was a wall covered in Kevlar pads. He was dressed in a dirty white tank and raggedy boxer shorts.
When he saw me, his face lit up. “Oh my God, Connor. I’ve been so worried about you. When I heard Ralphie skipped town, I thought he took you with him.” Jasper used his tongue to catch the sweat on his upper lip.
I made a noncommittal sound but didn’t respond to Jasper. Instead, I turned to Joey and asked, “If I take out the trash, can you please dispose of it for me?”
Joey looked at Matteo and then back at me before he nodded. I held out my hand to Frankie, and he placed his gun in my palm. I dropped my hand and stood in front of Jasper with the piece dangling at my side. A look of horror overtook him as the full realization of his predicament hit him.
He began to sputter and plead, but I had no intention of listening to his nonsense.
I came close to him, raised the weapon, and pulled the trigger.
A single small bullet pierced his forehead.
The pads behind Jasper were splattered with red blood and gray matter.
I returned the gun to Frankie, grabbed Matteo’s hand, and pulled him out of the room.
“C’mon, it’s much too early to be out of bed.”
“You’re right, pup. Let’s go back.”
We walked to the bedroom in silence, but as we got closer, the magnitude of what I’d done washed over me. I sifted through my emotions, looking for a shred of remorse, but there was none. Jasper had taken so much from me that his life seemed a fair trade.
Matteo led me to the bathroom, where we took a silent shower together. We then walked back to the bedroom naked to air dry.
When we reached the bed, I stopped next to it.
“Pup, you okay?”
Rather than answer, I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth to mine.
I demanded entry and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.
His arms wrapped around my torso and held me close.
My dick was already hard—as was his—when I wrenched my mouth away.
I licked my way down his chest until I found one of his nipples.
I took the point into my mouth and suckled hungrily.
My teeth plucked it, and Matteo’s slow hiss said I’d hit my target.
“I need to fuck you.”
Matteo didn’t answer but leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom and lube. He tossed them on the bed beside us. “How do you want me, pup?”
My ragged breath caught in my throat. I needed to prove I had some control over my life and that Matteo would allow it. “Get on your knees.”
Matteo captured my mouth in a searing kiss.
It was sloppy and messy, with teeth that clanked and lips already puffed from the force.
Matteo broke away from my mouth and scooted back on the bed before flipping over to his knees.
He dropped his head onto his forearms and presented his ass for me to take.
I stepped forward and traced a finger over his pucker displayed before me.
I followed the crack of his ass with my tongue.
His low moan had me reversing and repeating the motion.
After a few passes, I settled my mouth against his hole.
I used my tongue to tease the edge, and then I fucked him with it to loosen the ring of muscles that kept me from his core.
I mimicked the pounding I was about to give him until Matteo chanted my name.
When I’d reduced him to nothing more than babbled nonsense, I used lube to grease my finger and inserted it into his tight channel.
“Baby, you gotta fuck me. I don’t need prep. Just put your dick in me.”
As much as I wanted to fuck Matteo, I didn’t want to hurt him. “Hush, love. I’ll take care of you.”
Matteo’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a low moan, told me we were hurtling toward the same cliff. After a few thrusts, I eased a second finger in to loosen him more. My fingers scissored inside him, but when I curled them and found that magic spot, he keened.
“Pup, I swear to God, I’m going to fuck myself if you don’t get your dick inside me right now.”
My soft laugh was the only response, but I did position myself behind him.
I opened the condom package, suited up my dick, and then slathered on more lube.
I dribbled a little more slick down the crack of his ass and spread it around his hole.
With the shortened prep, I wanted to make it as easy as possible for him.
I rolled my hips against his ass with my dick nudging against his pucker. His incoherent grunts and moans only got louder when I lined up the head of my dick against him and slowly entered his ass.
“Fuck, pup, I need all of you.”
I inched forward until I was fully seated against him and waited for him to get used to my presence. His channel squeezed my dick, and it was all I could do not to shoot my load.
“I’m good,” Matteo said with a raspy voice. “Just fuck me.”
I grabbed his hips to steady myself, pulled out partway, and slammed back into him. Matteo’s guttural moan spurred me on. There was very little finesse in our coupling. Matteo allowed me to pound his ass until my hips stuttered as my release came closer.
I reached around to grasp his rock-hard cock and jerked him until I heard his shout and his jizz spilled against my fist. That triggered my release, and I pumped it into the condom.
Matteo collapsed onto the mattress and I followed suit onto his back.
I moved away from him only long enough to tie off the condom and toss it in the trash.
I climbed back on the bed and trailed a path of kisses over Matteo’s spine before I sprawled across his back and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Do I need to move?” I wasn’t as big as him, but I wasn’t a featherweight anymore either.
“Don’t you dare.”
I traced the shell of his ear with my fingertip while I dropped small kisses across his back.
“Are you okay with what I did?”
“More than you know,” Matteo responded.
“Why do you say that?”
“You proved you can handle my world.”
“Do you want me to stay in your world?”
“Yeah, pup, I do.” Matteo captured one of my hands and brought it to his lips. He gently dropped kisses across my knuckles and fingertips. “But I don’t love you enough to sleep in the wet spot.”
With those words and a growl, Matteo flipped over and put me underneath him—not in the wet spot—with a single maneuver.
“I love you, pup.” He leaned down and softly kissed me.
“I love you too, Matteo.”