Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
SONNY
Aiden Wellington consumed my thoughts. Tall and toned, with those big blue eyes and adorable dimples, he was so fucking sexy. And that blonde hair that was slightly curled at the ends. He reminded me of Ryan Phillipe circa the late 90s when he starred in movies like Cruel Intentions .
He put on a front like he wasn’t into me, but he wanted my dick.
I knew my kind.
Like calls to like.
Aiden and his sister were trapped with their parents, locked away like the children from Flowers in the Attic for the past eighteen years. And now that he was here in Devil’s Creek, he was mine. He probably didn’t know he liked boys after being sheltered for many years. Or maybe he did and wouldn’t admit it.
But I could see it.
The look.
The longing.
He was into me, and I was a hunter. I went after what I wanted until it was mine.
And Aiden was mine .
After football practice, I showered and walked to my locker with a towel wrapped around my waist. Running a hand through my wet, blond hair, I tried to block Aiden from my mind. Getting a boner in front of a bunch of straight dudes would not go well for me.
“Are you coming with us this weekend?” I asked Marcello, who had his back to me, dressed in black Gucci boxer briefs. He was so muscular I could see the dimple in his ass through his underwear.
His dark head of wet, messy black hair popped out of the locker. “I don’t know. Depends.”
“Depends on what?” I opened my locker and dropped my towel. “If your asshole brothers will let you? You’re a big boy, Marcello. You don’t need Luca’s permission.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Get off my back about him, Son. You know what I go through at home. I’m not getting involved in Luca’s feud with Alex and her family.”
“You should take a page from Aiden’s book and try standing up to Luca. He’d respect you more if you did.”
“I do,” he fired back. “I talked to Alex the night we met when Luca warned us to avoid her. It pissed him off to no end.” He laughed, shoving his arms through the sleeves of an Astor Prep Football T-shirt with his last name printed on the back. “We got into a fistfight over it after she left our estate.”
“Obviously, you won.” I stepped into a pair of Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs that made my ass look good and my dick even bigger. “You don’t have a scratch on you.”
“Leave Aiden alone,” Marcello warned, rifling through his locker for a pair of track pants.
“No can do, Cello. He’s mine.”
Marcello Salvatore had been my best friend my entire life. Back then, we were little shits running around in our diapers. I pushed him to the ground, and then he punched me in the face. That was the start of our life-long friendship. I had two younger brothers, and Marcello had three older ones.
But we always had each other.
“My brothers are already fucking with Aiden’s twin sister. They’re making Alex’s life hell, and since I’m not in the same classes as them, there ain’t shit I can do about it.” Marcello turned his hardened gaze on me, pinning me down with those big, blue eyes. “Aiden doesn’t need you trying to groom him into one of your fuck boys.”
Other players busied themselves around us. Most of them knew about my sexual preferences and didn’t care. But the few who said shit to my face had gotten well acquainted with my fist right before it crashed into their jaw. Marcello had even roughed up some of the assholes at school after overhearing them talk about me.
I was the oldest son of a billionaire and the heir to a massive shipping empire. Mac Corp would be mine someday. It was my legacy to take over for my dad. But my penchant for taunting the media with my sexploits drove my father crazy. He accepted his bisexual son, though he hated how I chose to flaunt it.
I laughed at Marcello’s comment. “I don’t have fuck boys, Cello. Just boys that I fuck. There’s a distinction.”
Aiden Wellington was now part of our inner circle through his family’s legacy. He just hadn’t accepted it yet. And when he did, I would guide him every step of the way.
“You know what I mean, Son.” Marcello removed the gym bag from his locker and dropped it onto the bench. “Stop trying to get every guy to play for the other team.”
I snorted at his words. “You’d be surprised how many men are attracted to me.”
Turning his back to me, he pulled a pair of sneakers from his bag. “Not me.”
“You’re hot, I’ll give you that, Cello. I’d fuck that tight ass from now until next Sunday if you weren’t my best friend.” I yanked the shirt over my head and down my stomach. “But it’s not like that with us.” My eyes shifted to Marcello for a moment. “I got over my crush a long time ago.”
“Wouldn’t matter,” he shot back, sliding his foot into the sneaker, eyes on the floor as he tugged on the laces. “I only like pussy. And I’d kick your ass for even trying.”
Marcello was popular and good-looking, like his brothers. With tanned skin and black hair that was too long and hanging in his face, he commanded every room he entered. He had the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen but always looked sad.
And his body was perfect.
Like a Greek statue.
If I liked him that way, I would have climbed the wall of muscle standing beside me and mounted him like a savage. His arms were corded with muscle, so thick I could barely get my hands around them. He trained constantly and had zero body fat. Marcello was the starting quarterback, in game-ready shape, and smoked everyone on our team.
After we dressed, we left the locker room, slinging bags over our shoulders. We took the back way toward the parking lot. To my surprise, we found Aiden tagging on the brick wall of the athletic building.
His sister hung out beside him, arms folded over her chest and leaning against the wall. They didn’t hear us approach, consumed by their conversation.
“I’ll kill him,” Aiden hissed at his twin, shaking the spray paint can like a weapon. “You have to tell me this shit, Lexie.”
“It’s not a big deal, Aid.” She closed the distance between them, hands on her narrow hips. “I stood up to Luca. That’s all I can do.”
“But you let them touch you!” Aiden’s hands flew up in the air. “The Salvatore brothers don’t own you. You are not their fucking property.” He got in her face, his top lip quivering. “We’re all we have now. It’s just you and me.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead. “I can’t fucking lose you.”
I liked that he was intense and protective of his sister. He was a fighter like Marcello. Bad boys were my type and the complete opposite of me. I was sneaky and always had tricks, but I was more of a lover. I liked being worshiped and adored by everyone, like a modern-day Adonis. Luca called me the Golden Boy of Devil’s Creek because I could charm anyone.
“I’m sorry, Aid.” Alex stood on her tippy toes and hugged him. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Marcello cleared his throat, drawing their attention to us.
Aiden’s head snapped to him, then at me. He went after Marcello, dropping the spray paint on the ground, his mouth twisted in anger. “Get the fuck away from her!”
Marcello held up his hands as a peace offering. “Look, Aiden, I’m not like my brothers. I won’t hurt Alex. So back off and chill the fuck out.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Aiden’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Spying on us?”
Marcello shook his head. “I don’t like your attitude. And I don’t appreciate being accused of shit I haven’t done.”
Marcello looked like Luca’s younger twin, but that was where their similarities ended. They had nothing in common. Not unless you count their mutual interest in Alex. While Luca’s desire was based on anger and hatred, Marcello wanted to save her.
I couldn’t blame him.
Alex had the face of a movie star, with a heart-shaped face and pretty blue eyes that lit up whenever she smiled. She was skinny to the point she seemed sick. But the Salvatore brothers would fatten her up. The poor girl had been starved for years by her parents. Despite Luca and the other two being major dickheads, they would take care of her.
“You got Cello confused with the Big Swinging Dick Trio,” I told Aiden. “He doesn’t even like his brothers. They’ve never gotten along. So maybe pump the breaks on the crazy train, and let’s all find a way to get along.”
I was always the peacekeeper. That would be my role when I graduated and joined The Devil’s Knights. I could find the good in anyone. My unique talent allowed me to connect with others.
“Yeah, alright,” Aiden agreed, taking a few steps back and running his fingers through his curly, blond hair.
It was short now, but it would look like his twin’s if he let it grow. Alex’s blond locks were all over the place, giving her a wild and free look. Like her brother, she was hot and didn’t act like it. She could have ruled this school instead of hiding in dark corners.
I offered my hand to Aiden. “Are we good?”
His fingers slipped between mine, and I loved how his skin was rougher than mine. I wondered how his hands would feel on other parts of my body. I had played football since the pee wee league, and my hands were still soft. I was a little bit of a primadonna. Per my mother’s request, I moisturized. It made her happy, and it kept my skin glowing.
I am pretty.
So fucking what?
Aiden shook my hand. “Yeah, we’re good. As long as no one fucks with my sister.”
“I can’t control Luca and my brothers,” Marcello cut in, his gaze moving between the Wellington twins. “But whenever I’m around, you have my word. They won’t touch her.”
Alex strolled over to Marcello, smiling at him like a god. “Will you be there on Saturday?”
He considered her question for a moment and shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Cello will be there.” I slapped my hand on his back. “He’s like Aquaman in the water.”
“We can’t go swimming,” she said. “It’s too cold outside.”
“No swimming,” I promised. “But there will be lots of drinking.”
“Okay.” She tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and glanced at Marcello’s biceps before her eyes landed on his face. “Will I see you on Saturday?”
He didn’t hesitate this time and said, “I’ll be there.”
I looked at Aiden and winked. “It’s a date.”