CHAPTER 15
“Who the hell are you?” Bob Dixon went weak in the knees at the sight of the silhouette in the living room. “How did you get in here? What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get the hell away from there, or else...”
“My, my, what a dirty mouth you have,” the unwanted visitor drawled.
“What would your friend, the Evangelical pastor, and the other members of the congregation think if they heard the profanity you spew? Or are they as hypocritical as you? Oh, sorry, I interrupted you. Please go on. What are you going to do if I don’t get the hell away from this wall, where your safe is encased? ”
“Calling the police, obviously.” As he spoke, Bob walked out of the room, planning to go upstairs and grab his phone. “Stupid son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ll rot in the town jail for the rest of your miserable life. I’ll see to it.”
“I don’t remember telling you to leave the room,” the intruder said in a calm but icy voice, sending chills down the other man’s spine. “Why don’t you sit down and entertain me with some quality conversation while I’m doing my job? Or else.”
The gun in the unwanted guest’s hand immediately affected Bob, making him turn around, walk to the couch, and plop down unceremoniously. “Barging into people’s houses and trying to rob them without knowing the safe’s code is really stupid.”
“Agreed,” the thief replied, his tone slightly amused. “I can see you doing something like that. Me, on the other hand…” He opened the safe with a theatrical flourish. “Voila. Now, get your fat ass over here and put all the money in there.” He gestured toward a black shape on the floor.
“Damn bastard,” Bob hissed through clenched teeth, but he obeyed the command. “I don’t even know who you are. Why are you doing this to me?” He almost whined as he stuffed the wads of cash into the bag the other man had pointed out earlier.
“Because it’s fun to see Bob Dixon, the Almighty, pissing his pants and nearly crying as he watches the fortune that fell from the sky into his lap disappear as quickly as it appeared.
” The intruder smirked, glancing down at the wet spot between Bob’s legs.
“Oh, my, don’t tell me you forgot to put the diaper on. ”
“Goddamn piece of shit, will you stop laughing at me? I got this money fair and square by selling the family company to an investor,” Bob swallowed back his tears of frustration. “You have no right to take it from me.”
“I agree,” the thief replied calmly. “On the other hand, you and your wife had no right to come here, take over your orphaned nephew’s house, exile him to the attic, and make his childhood miserable for eight years.
” The man let out a cold laugh. “Think of me as the hand of God punishing you for the sins you committed against a helpless child.” His voice had a razor-sharp edge.
“Wh-what does that snotty kid have to do with you stealing my hard-earned money?” Bob raised his voice, his anger bubbling. “He should be grateful for the life we offered him instead of dumping him in an orphanage, where those born in sin belong.”
The intruder closed the safe’s door with a thud, then turned to face the other man.
“Listen, you pathetic excuse for a human being, if I ever hear you spitting such venomous words about that boy, who is ten times better than you in every way… Scratch that. If you ever breathe in the direction of New York City, I’ll come back here, and you won’t like what I’m going to do to you… and everyone else.”
The unexpected visitor pressed the gun’s barrel into Bob’s ribs with bruising force, holding it there for a few seconds as his jade-green eyes darkened almost to black and narrowed dangerously.
He gazed at Bob for a long moment, watching his face twist into a mask of angry helplessness and fear.
The man relished the display, his cold grin making that clear.
With the gun still aimed at Bob, the robber shoved him away with such force that he collapsed to the floor in a pitiable heap.
The intruder left the room, then the house.
Soon, the sound of an engine starting and then fading into the night signaled that the danger was over.
Only then did Bob dare to lift himself off the floor, wobbling on his shaky legs.
It took the man forever to cover the short distance to the couch. Once he sat down, he looked around, shaking his head in disbelief. Everything appeared perfectly in order, nothing revealing the earlier robbery. What the hell happened here? Bob thought, running a hand through his greasy hair.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, trying to figure out what to do next.
The bastard who robbed him of almost everything he had had made sure the man wouldn’t call the police, not even after he was long gone.
The young, ambitious sheriff, who wasn’t born and raised in the town but was doing a hell of a good job, would figure out, one way or another, that he was the one who had filled the robber’s bag with the money from the safe.
That damn woman, Bob thought, letting out a frustrated sigh.
She’s the one who got me into this. Nothing would have happened if I hadn’t listened to her honey-coated words.
I shouldn’t have filed for that spoiled brat’s custody.
He belongs in that den of depravity with his wretched father and the others who commit the mortal sin of sodomy. His anger boiled inside him.
I’m not going to leave things like that, Bob said to himself, leaving the room and climbing the stairs.
First thing in the morning, I’m going to call this lady and tell her what I think of her damn machinations.
Then I’m going to sue that newspaper, magazine, or whatever it is and demand millions in damages.
Whoever these people are, they’ll learn the hard way they can’t mess with Bob Dixon.
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“Sending Poisoned Ivy there to take care of that human piece of trash who thinks belonging to that cult puts him above those who don’t was a genius move.
” Ives grinned, gesturing to the Maine Coon cat in his husband’s lap, slowly blinking in approval of the man’s words.
“Look, even Sansone thinks the same.” He shook his head.
“The scene must have been... precious, for lack of a better word.”
“Oh, yes, I agree,” Ottavio said with an amused smile. “The other day, Galen told me he wished he could turn into a fly so he could see and hear what people are saying and doing behind his back. Well, like father, like son, because I wish that, too.”
Ives didn’t reply immediately. He gazed into his husband’s dark-brown eyes for a full minute, eyes that always filled with joy and light whenever he, his inseparable friends, or one of the children were nearby.
“I love you so much, Ottavio Sforza. I love every little part of you, even the scars you’re so ashamed of, the ones you got when those monsters sent to kill you in prison set you on fire and beat you unconscious. ”
“I love you, too, Ives O’Sullivan, with everything I am and have,” the answer came in a raspy voice. “Tonight, I want you to top me.”
Without a word, the other man extended his hand.
When his husband took it, he guided him upstairs to their bedroom.
Once inside, Ives closed the door behind them.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he unbuttoned Ottavio's shirt one by one, then peeled it off, making Ottavio flinch and cross his arms over his torso to cover himself.
Ives locked eyes with Ottavio, smiled reassuringly, and gently touched one of the burn marks, caressing it with feather-light touches.
The silent question in his jade-green eyes was answered with a blink and a nod.
He shed his shirt, pants, and underwear, then helped Ottavio out of the rest of his clothes and gently pushed him onto the bed.
Lying on top of the other man, Ives went for his mouth, their flavors mingling in a single, needy gasp.
They began grinding their hips together, feeling the heat and resistance build with each naked hump.
The younger man sucked on Ottavio’s tongue for a moment, then whispered heatedly in his ear that he could give him what he needed.
After a few seconds’ glance at Ives’s arms and upper body, the man on the bed silently nodded, his scarred chest rising and falling quickly as the rush from his toes to his head took over.
It was the signal Ives had been waiting for.
He brought two fingers to Ottavio’s lips, and the man eagerly took them into his mouth, sucking on them like candy sticks while begging to be fucked in a low, desperate voice.
Ives shivered with pleasure at those words and ran his tongue along Ottavio’s lips, then down to his neck, kissing his Adam’s apple and collar.
His body tingled all over as Ives’s lips met his perky nipple.
Shortly after, Ottavio’s husband turned around, straddling him and sitting on his bare chest, back turned to him.
Unable to see, Ottavio bit his lip as Ives pushed his knees apart, stroking his cock with skilled hands before bringing his mouth down around it.
Ives let his tongue play at the tip, running it down the slit, which made Ottavio let out deep moans of pleasure.
His lover took him in whole, his hand working the shaft as his mouth pumped along with it.
He could feel Ottavio’s hands squeezing his ass, the other man twisting underneath him, trying so hard not to make a noise, even though they were the only people in the house.
Licking down to Ottavio’s sack, Ives’s taste buds searched for more delicacies, and he smiled as he took the other man’s balls into his mouth and sucked on them, moaning in delight.
After staving off the appetite for the other man’s cock, Ives turned around and brought himself to his knees.
He hooked his arms around Ottavio’s waist, dragging him up from the mattress until his ass was within reach.
The Sicilian mafioso was a moaning mess, held nearly upside down, his back pressed to Ives and his shoulders on the bed.
The other man kissed Ottavio’s center, running his tongue around the entry.
In that position, Ottavio didn’t know what to grab onto, and his cock burned with arousal.
His eyes shot open when he felt Ives’s tongue press into him.
Ives let his mouth massage Ottavio’s entry, fucking him with his tongue.
He reached around, holding Ottavio up with a single, strong arm, and pumped his cock in reward.
The head of the Sforza family jolted against Ives, his legs shaking as drops of precum fell onto his shoulders.
Ottavio curled his toes and arched his back, cursing softly under his breath.
Ives let his head fall back for air, then praised the other man for how good he tasted, taking another lick at the farm owner’s entry before allowing Ottavio to slide down from him.
Suffering from the throbbing of his own cock, Ives leaned over his lover and finally drove into him, the squeeze around his member intoxicating.
He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, watching Ottavio struggle to hold on to his sanity. Hands above his head, the other man clenched and unclenched his fists, moaning quietly each time Ives slammed into him. Ottavio slid his hands up to his wrists, giving him something to hold on to.
Ottavio’s released, spewing a stream of seed onto the grisly scar on his belly.
His muscles tightened as orgasm took hold, and Ives finished inside him.
Ottavio’s thighs shuddered as the cum filled him.
With one last stroke, Ives pulled himself from Ottavio’s body, his mouth watering at the sight of the cum before him.
As Ottavio emerged from a state of pure bliss, Ives eagerly licked up every drop from his stomach, ensuring none of the man’s precious seed went to waste.
Then he lay down beside the other man, pulling him into a tight embrace.
After a few minutes, Ives kissed Ottavio’s neck, whispering sweet words into his ear.
His husband’s sing-song voice tugged at the chords of the Sicilian mafioso’s soul, filling it with light and joy. This is what paradise looks like, he thought, as he fell asleep, his beloved safely cocooned in his arms.