12. Gio
CHAPTER TWELVE
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I swear to God, if Dante shares a shower with me one more time, I’m going to actually explode. These conflicting feelings I have for him are becoming harder and harder to hide. I don’t think he can tell, but he’s all I think about. I am so exponentially fucked. Not only have I never romantically been with a man or even considered being with a man in my entire life, Dante, for all intents and purposes, is my fucking brother.
I stand there trying not to look at his wet, naked body in my shower.
“Thanks, man, I owe you one,” Dante says as he leaves the bathroom.
After he leaves the bathroom, I hear him close his bedroom door.
“Fuck, Dante,” I whisper, looking down at my cock. It took all my strength to keep it from getting hard while he was in here with me. It starts to bounce now, as it fills with blood and begins to harden. I grab it with my hand and start stroking it to help it along. This is the only way I can get these thoughts to clear out. I find myself fucking all kinds of women and struggling to finish. Then I think of Dante, naked in my shower, and I lose all control. Should I see a therapist? Yeah, and say what? My adopted brother, who was never actually adopted, is the person I want more than anyone in the world. Oh, and by the way, I’m straight… and a trained torture machine. Yes, that would be a great plan.
Until I figure out what my feelings mean, I will just have to keep handling it as I have been. Grip it and rip it while imagining Dante’s mouth around it. Fuck, I really am disturbed.
I continue stroking my hard dick as the hot water trickles down my body. I moan as I get closer and closer to finishing.
“Uhhhh, fuckkkk,” I grunt as the last few tugs launches cum all over the shower floor. I shake my head, knowing it’s wrong to feel the way I do but everything I do in life is what most people would consider ‘wrong’ so I think it just makes sense.
After I shower and rinse all my evidence, I get ready to head to my dad’s office. I throw on my black Levis and a black button-up with short, rolled sleeves and leave the top few buttons open. I pull my hair back into a topknot and slick pomade through it, then my beard. After a few spritzes of Gucci, I am ready to roll.
I throw on my gun harness, leaving it out in the open, over my shirt. I have no shame and I want people to know I can fuck them up if I so choose.
I hop in the Rover and back out of the garage. Before I take off, I want to check on my side project.
Yo, T-Dawg, those fuck head Russians check out yet?
Gio! I was meaning to call you. Ring when you can my man.
I dial.
“Ay, Tony, what’s the deal here, man?” I ask after the line picks up.
“Hey man, I just want to let you know right now that I did everything you asked, and I expect you to hold up your end.”
“I always do, T. Will you just get to the fucking point? I have shit to do here.” I began to lose my patience.
“Okay, well, the thing is. Your boy dropped off the bitch and well.”
“Well the fuck what?” I say out of the corner of my mouth, around the cigarette I was lighting.
“It looked like he was dropping off a date. She was fine and walked right into the room. A bit later, a cab came to get them, and they were off.”
“Tony, I need you to be very fucking clear here. Was it Dante?”
“Ya, no doubt, no doubt. Listen, I am just the messenger here bro, we still good then?”
“Yeah, thanks, Tony.” I hang up.
What the fuck are you doing, Dante? I mutter as I dig my foot into the pedal and speed up.
If I bring this up to my father, Dante is in for a world of shit. If I don’t, I can’t pretend like I don’t know. Fuck. For now, I have to be smart. After tonight, I’m going to give that bastard a chance to tell me the truth and them I’m gonna kick his ass for disobeying orders.
As I near the house, my phone dings.
En route to docks. Be there, or be square. Oh and bring food, I’m fucking starving.
Not Chinese
Anything for you, your highness
I pull onto an access road and turn the car around. Guess I’m on a lunch run and then I’m lucky enough to go sit at the fucking docks. With Dante. For hours. Alone. Awesome.
After I pick up some charred meats from the BBQ place off Harring, I head to the docks. Blasting Slipknot the whole way to try and get myself in the right headspace. I don’t know what the job is going to entail, but I know I’m going to end up in a fight by the end. If Dante was assigned, there would be someone we need to collect, most likely. He doesn’t like being called an ‘extractor’ because, apparently, it makes him feel like a creep. Some people call him our collector or, even worse, a ‘professional kidnapper’. No matter what way you spin it, it doesn’t sound great.
Growing up, Dante was just a few years younger than me, and we were forced to train together. We bled together and would bleed for each other without question. If it came down to it, I would happily take a bullet for him. I wouldn’t say that about my father, but that’s a trauma for another day.
Okay, Gio. Brother. He’s your brother and there is no way in hell he feels the same way you do, so let is fucking go. I repeat it in my head over and over. Hopefully my brain will eventually relay the message to my dick.
I pull into the hidden lot behind a massive bay of shipping containers and park. I gather my ‘go bag’, the food bags and recheck my phone to make sure I know where the fuck I am supposed to meet the shithead. I try my best to shake the annoying-ass butterflies in my stomach before getting into Dante’s Charger. I have never felt more like a pussy in my life but I was honestly excited to have some alone time with him and that scares the shit out of me…