30. Allesandro
ONE MONTH LATER
I wait for the last of the family to trickle in, and breathe a sigh of relief.
Emilio is moving much better now, even if he still has a long way to go.
I’m looking forward to tonight, now that Sarah has given me the most recent update on his progress.
Most of all, it’s great to be back home.
Even if things aren’t quite steady yet with our Family dynamics.
“Hey, I saw another box of books in the foyer that was just delivered,” Marcus remarks as he takes a seat. “Must be for you, Emilio.”
My Boy flushes as I tighten my hand into fists underneath the table. Fucking hell . Keegan jabs his lover in the side, and Marcus mumbles a quick apology. None of us react to it.
I gesture for the maids to bring in dinner, and I relax as the plates are brought in. Emilio may hate the chef, but the food is excellent. Better than the Amatos, in my opinion.
For the first part of the dinner, conversations flow between my Boys.
There's no longer a tense air of anticipation, but there's a comfortable finding of each other again. I listen to them with satisfaction, whether it’s a discussion about work or their personal life. It’s only when dessert is served that I take over.
“I want to know the progress that’s been made.” My voice is quiet, but they immediately turn toward me, as they should.
Antonio jumps in straight away. “Nicolo is almost completely healed, and is ready to resume the majority of his duties. We’re still having to be careful on operations, with the LEOs sniffing around.
However, the LEOs overall have been very quiet, which is concerning.
I’ve been taking the lists that Marcus and Ignacio feed me and investigating them. We have found a few things.”
At Antonio’s gesture, Ignacio takes over.
“We’ve found four more moles. They’ve been exterminated.
There’s still no way they would have had access to everything on the list. Antonio also investigated a couple of LEOs, and we found some…
concerning information there. We haven’t taken them out yet, as Antonio hasn’t finished completely.
However, at this point, we are comfortable saying that the locals are fucked without federal oversight.
For a while, they were scrambling, but then all of a sudden, they went quiet.
It makes us think there’s someone else who stepped in to take control. ”
Grunting, I acknowledge him. It pisses me off, but we knew Tom Court wasn’t truly in charge.
I had hoped that there would at least be more information on him, but the fucker left things too clean, and Hollis is still going through the data Antonio acquired.
It’s been a fucking month and we still have so little to show for it…
“Very well. Tomorrow there will be a formal meeting regarding everything both we and the Amatos have found. I want you to push more. I want more information that we can give to the Amatos.” I meet each of my Boys’s stares.
They know not to let me down, especially as they haven’t faced their punishments yet.
“Will, uh, this be in person, or…?” Benjamin asks hesitantly, and immediately curses. I quirk an eyebrow at Emilio, who is sitting next to him, but my Caro gives me an innocent expression—one I don’t buy at all.
I ignore the question, not willing to give anything to the Boys. They’ll find out when it happens. Until then, I’ll keep them on edge.
Finishing the last of my dessert, I place my silverware down and wait for the maids to collect our dishes.
“Emilio, I believe you have another PT session tonight. I’ll be in my office doing paperwork. Come meet me there when you’re done.” I stand up and nod toward the table before leaving.
Reaching my office, I roll my shoulders back as I take a seat. The sanctity of my house still feels breached from those fucking cops. I haven’t put my “guest” room back, or the black room, even though I’ve been itching to do so.
Until this is straightened out, I agree with Jenna—it’s not the safest idea. But fuck if some of my Boys haven’t earned a spot in that black room. At least Emilio made sure the playroom and nursery weren’t touched. Laughing quietly, I wonder how much it crossed his mind to get rid of his nursery.
Shaking my head, I start going through the paperwork, but eventually, I can’t concentrate. Leaning back in the chair, I curse as I dial an all too familiar number. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I wait for it to connect. It doesn’t take more than two rings before it does.
“Amico Mio…this is becoming quite the habit.” Cristian’s voice is steady as he answers, not needing to say hello anymore.
I grit my teeth, because he’s right. As allies, it was rare that we talked, but now? Now it’s almost daily. I retort quickly, “If it’s not me, it’s you calling.”
With a burst of laughter, Cristian says, “This is true. Siamo ormai intrecciati. E non si tratta solo delle nostre famiglie.”
Snorting, I can’t disagree with that. “After everything we’ve been through, neither of us should be surprised.”
“Is something bothering you, Amico Mio?”
“Your…hacker…sent my Boy books. Again.” I purse my lips, dual anger and worry hitting my system.
“Ah.” Cristian pauses, seemingly searching for something to say. We both know I’m fucked though. “If it makes you feel better, I’m having to stop Carter from buying out toy stores for Cole.”
“That is much less worrying,” I grumble, although it’s fun to hear the sourness in his voice.
I hear the splashing of liquid in a glass, and I consider pouring myself a drink as well. “It could be worse. Tennant could be sending body parts to Benjamin.”
Grimacing, I shudder at the thought. “Your pet psychopath… Benjamin has changed completely.”
“From my understanding, your Boy encouraged Benjamin to train under Tennant. And after that…”
“Right, after that it cascaded from there, and all of a sudden, there’s an Amato-Martelli Curse that led to everyone pairing up.
Except for Marcus and Keegan, thank fuck.
” Neither of us mention each other—or Carter.
It’s safer that way. Chuckling, I add, “Even Sarah seems to miss Doc, and who the hell thought that would happen!”
After sharing a laugh about our two doctors, we chat about the upcoming meeting.
We’re still trying to decide whether to do it in person or over video.
From the sounds of it, he’s having the same issue I am.
My Family wants to see his. Well, perhaps it's slightly different for him.
His Family wants to fucking own mine, and mine seem all too happy to let that happen.
As we sign off on the call, with no decision made yet, a quiet knock comes on the door.
I don’t bother calling out. Instead, I head over to open it, and stare at my Emilio.
The smile he gives me almost breaks me, and he doesn’t even realize it.
I’ve seen him smile for his best friend, for others, but it’s never the same as when he does it for me.
I lean in and capture his mouth, giving him a slow kiss.
“Are you done for the night, Master?” he asks huskily.
“Yes, Little One. I think it’s time we head to bed. After all, Sarah gave me a great report…” Emilio’s moss green eyes darken in anticipation. Sex hasn’t been on the table since he’s been injured, but tonight… Tonight I’ll have more than just him sleeping in my arms.
As soon as we make it into my room, I nudge him into the bathroom. No words are spoken as I turn on the shower. I run my fingers through his hair, gently kissing him, before taking off his shirt and workout pants.
I trace the bullet wounds he’s gotten from this life, a familiar sense of fury and fear filling me. I shove it away, trying to force myself to make peace with what happened—yet knowing I’ll see it in my sleep again and again.
I stop Emilio from helping me undress, enjoying his pout.
There will be plenty of fun later, but for now…
edging is just beginning. He whimpers as I unbutton my dress shirt, pushing it, and the suit jacket, off.
It's clear he’s having to restrain himself.
All the times he’s been taught to undress me, to make sure everything is folded or hung up for dry cleaning, must be running through his mind.
When I unbuckle my pants and slowly push them down, his tongue darts out, moistening his lips. I grin wickedly, but don’t respond. Instead, I open the shower door, indicating for him to go in first. He lets out a moan of pleasure as the hot water hits his body.
When I step in behind him, I let my hands ghost over his skin, enjoying his shudder. I gradually add pressure as he melts into me, and I pay close attention to where Benjamin has worked him over the most. I drop a kiss on his shoulder before he turns and grabs the shower gel.
I close my eyes as he washes me, leaning into his ministrations. He lavishes attention on me, using the gel to bring me to the edge, before stopping and letting me rinse off.
When he drops to his knees, I groan in need.
Fuck . I grit my teeth, trying to hold back my orgasm, but he takes me all the way in, and perfectly flicks his tongue against me when he pulls off.
I reach out for the shower wall with my right hand, and grasp his shoulder with my left, as he continues to suck me off. As my legs start to shake, I grunt.
“Up, now,” I snap, barely recognizing my voice.
When he stands up, I struggle not to rush through washing him, but fail. I'm in too much of a hurry to get him into bed. Cursing, I swiftly get us out of the shower and dry us off.
I grab his hand tightly, pulling him to our bed. My heart pounds in anticipation and I push him down onto it, watching as he slides up further on the bed.
For a moment, I stop and stare at his body. This time I don’t see his scars. No, I can only see his perfection. The way he gazes up at me, not hiding his love for me. His firm body, which is the perfect size for me, a swimmer’s build fitting into the twink mold.
There’s a perfect bead of precum on his hard cock, and I lean in, swiping my tongue over it. His gasp of pleasure spur me on as I take him into my mouth. I keep my eyes on him, watching as he tosses his head back and forth.
I let go with a sigh, torn between watching him unravel now, or after I get inside him. When he rummages in the bedside table for the lube, it solves my dilemma.
I crawl up onto the bed, pushing his knees apart, so I can kneel in between them. Pouring lube onto my fingers, I slowly insert one before adding a second. He hisses at the pressure, from it being so long, and I take care to stretch him before adding a third.
I don’t go any further than that, as I want him to have that bite of pain when I enter him. The one reminder that I control everything of his—pain and pleasure. It belongs to me, always.
Grabbing his legs, I place them over my shoulders, folding him up to where I can enter deep. I don’t take it slow, one quick thrust and I’m in. I moan from the way his ass grips me, as he mewls from the intrusion.
I lean down and kiss him, waiting for him to relax. As soon as he does, I thread our fingers together. Ignoring the way I’m missing a digit, I focus solely on him.
“I love you, Little One.” I gasp as I start to move, wanting him to feel every emotion that’s pouring through me.
“Master,” he whispers as I carefully adjust so I’m hitting his prostate, wanting to drive him as crazy as he does me.
“No, call me Allesandro. I want to hear you, Emilio. I want you to know exactly who is making love to you.”
He shudders as he starts to meet my pace, his fingers tightening around mine. “Allesandro… God… Fuck…Allesandro…”
It’s a continuous litany, the words crashing over me as I speed up more, unable to hold back. “Fuck, Emilio, come for me. Come, now .”
I throw my head back, shouting as his ass clamps down around me, milking me until I can’t hold back anymore. I shudder as my thrusts become erratic, my orgasm going on for longer than I thought possible. For a moment, pure blackness overwhelms me. Gasping, I blink, noticing that I’ve fallen on him.
I grumble as I carefully unravel us, before pushing off him and landing on my back.
I struggle to get my breathing under control, and when I look over, I smile at my Boy, who has already fallen asleep.
There’s such an expression of innocence, my heart twinges, knowing I almost lost this—lost him—my soul, my heart, my everything.
Swallowing hard, I stumble to my feet, so I can wash us off. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes. Convincing Emilio to get under the blanket takes longer, as he mutters at me without even opening his eyes. Once he’s comfortable, I slide in next to him, curling around him.
“I love you,” I whisper. “More than I ever believed was possible. More than I wanted to be possible. Please, Love, I need you to be more careful.”
He doesn’t respond as I lay there, worrying about what’s to come. There’s too many enemies that we haven’t found. Eventually, I shove those thoughts out of my mind, and focus on what’s even more important right now—the man in my arms.
Drifting off to thoughts of a life together, and even possibly a child, I join him in slumber, content that nobody can interfere with this moment.