4. Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Two weeks later Bronx was just finishing up another sweaty workout in his home gym when his phone began to ring. He noticed it was Dagger calling and quickly answered his cell, wiping the sweat off of his ear before he pressed the phone to his head.
“How’s fatherhood?” Bronx asked without even saying hello.
“Exhausting and . . . messy, but we’re managing as best as we can,” Dagger answered with a laugh that sounded like even that took a great amount of energy for his band leader to achieve.
“So I’ve heard, but the good news is the survival rate for new parents is pretty high which means you’ll live,” Bronx replied.
“He’s napping now which is why I’m making my calls,” Dagger explained.
“That must be why it’s so quiet in the background at your house,” Bronx added.
“Yeah, babies are adorable—when they’re fucking sleeping,” Dagger said lightheartedly.
“But everyone fails to mention there isn’t a lot of sleeping in the beginning and the little fucker has his nighttime sleep schedule mixed up with daytime.
He’s zonked out more during the day than he is at night. ”
“Then he should fit right in with your lifestyle, right?” Bronx asked. “You’re up most of the night, too.”
“Good point but I’d still like to get a few hours of Zs at night,” he said. “Liam is making me feel old.”
“Well, like I said, you’ll survive,” Bronx said. “That’s a fact.”
“I guess what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” Dagger mumbled. “Listen, the reason I’m calling is I’m having a band meeting tomorrow at my house. Come around one. I have the catering crew preparing a barbecue for us. We can eat while we go over some stuff.”
“Sounds good,” Bronx answered. “It’ll give me a chance to drive one of my special babies.”
“Nooo, you’ll have Cavalari drive you,” Dagger stated firmly. “He’s the guard assigned to you and he’s already positioned outside your fucking door. Rex is fulfilling other duties and you will not be bothering him. Understood?”
“What difference does it make how I get my ass over there?” Bronx pushed.
“Cavalari is your personal guard, not Rex,” Dagger said sternly.
“Don’t push me on this, Bronx. He’s a top-notch guard and we need men like him on our team.
I’ve told you a million times already but I’ll say it again.
Fix the beef you have with Cavalari and get back to business.
” Bronx grumbled incoherently and Dagger didn’t ask for clarification.
“Band meeting tomorrow at my house at one. Don’t be late.
We need to discuss the New Orleans and Phoenix shows we have coming up and work out a practice schedule, too. ”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow and I’ll be on time,” Bronx agreed and they ended their call.
The Vegas residency was arranged in a way that had them working a few months straight and then they’d have a month or so off to do other shows outside of Las Vegas, media events, or take a damn vacation to recharge.
Bronx loved the idea of doing the shows in Vegas.
It drastically cut down on the constant traveling they’d done in previous years and even their MGM Grand accommodations he’d seen when they toured the place were incredible.
The suites were massive and had exceptional views of the strip.
That was one perk he wasn’t complaining about.
However, there was still the ongoing issue he had with his personal security guard and that put a damper on everything he did and everywhere he went.
It was also a situation that wasn’t likely to change any time soon.
Unless one of them quit.
Again, not happening.
Bronx worked on some bass rhythms in his home studio above the garage for a while then decided to see if Dante and Ashton were up for a visit. He reached for his phone sitting on the couch in his music room and fired off a quick text to them.
Bronx: Are you two tied up in the basement or do you mind a visitor?
Most people in their inner circle knew of the kinks a few of them enjoyed.
It wasn’t necessarily Bronx’s thing but he hadn’t really tried it to know enough to have an opinion, and one thing he’d never do was judge someone who did enjoy that kind of play.
Bronx had a very open mind when it came to sex and if the right partner were to introduce him to any particular kink, he would definitely entertain the possibilities involved.
It didn’t take long for Dante to answer Bronx’s text.
Dante: Wheland is the one with the playroom but I can ask if he’d mind if you used it, if that’s the kind of party you’re looking for.
Bronx: I’m not looking for a party. I’m just asking if you’d mind me hanging out for a bit.
Dante: Yeah, sure. You’re always welcome here. You know that. Just come over when you’re ready and I’ll go untie Ashton from the Saint Andrews cross.
Bronx: Smartass.
Bronx set his old Fender practice bass back in its stand and shut off his amp and sound board before he walked toward the door.
He double-checked that the lock was engaged after he stepped outside and descended the stairs down to the lawn.
His recording studio was a loft area above the garage.
He’d had a much smaller version of the music room Dagger had designed and built at the leased house.
During the time he’d occupied this estate the music room had become a refuge for him.
A place to escape the constant flow of house cleaners, lawn crew, private security, and a cook who worked in his kitchen once or twice a week preparing meals to freeze for him.
Sometimes he just wanted to be alone and immerse himself in music and this space was perfect for doing just that.
Beyond the recording equipment in the studio, he also had a sitting area with a couch and two chairs, a station to make coffee that also had a refrigerator, and a bathroom.
He even had skylights installed in the roof to allow more sunlight to spill into the room from above.
Sometimes if the noise inside his house became too much, Bronx would disappear to his studio and have a nap on the couch.
It was the only space on his property that everyone knew not to bother him—not even Cavalari dared to knock on this door.
He entered his house then took the stairs to the second floor and walked down the long hall toward his bedroom.
Once inside the spacious room that overlooked the pool area below, he began to shed his clothing and take a quick shower.
He stepped over to the wide glass sliders in nothing but his boxer briefs and absently gazed through the large glass panels at the expansive backyard.
A few seconds later, he sensed, more than heard, someone standing in the open doorway of his bedroom.
“Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?” Cavalari questioned as one hand quickly covered his eyes. “Are you seriously standing there while jacking off?”
Bronx jumped at the deep tone of Cavalari’s voice and removed his hand from his tight boxers. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” he asked. “It couldn’t possibly look like I was beating off. My dick isn’t even hard.” As if trying to prove a point, he turned his hips to face Cavalari.
“That’s exactly what it looked like,” Cavalari replied with attitude.
“You need a new hobby besides being obsessed with me and my junk,” Bronx defended himself and then punched the air with his hips.
“You were looking out the window with your hand in the front of your underwear,” Cavalari said. “What the hell am I supposed to think?”
“Maybe I was daydreaming and my hand was absently resting inside the waistband of my briefs. Did you consider that option—because that’s what I was doing,” Bronx explained. “But since you seem to have such a fucking fascination with my cock, here you go. Feast your eyes, Cappelletti!”
Bronx quickly pushed his boxers down onto his thighs and wrapped his long fingers around his shaft, and while holding eye contact with Cavalari, he began to stroke himself without an ounce of shame.
“Do you like to watch, Calamari?” Bronx asked. “If that’s what turns you inside out, then I’ll happily give you a show you won’t soon forget.”
“You are one sick fuck,” Cavalari said and averted his eyes again.
Bronx was somewhat disappointed he’d looked away because having Cavalari’s heated gaze on his cock had him aroused beyond belief and that wasn’t something he could explain.
Cavalari turned sideways, as if ready to bolt, and that’s when Bronx saw it clear as day—a more than impressive mound tenting the front of Cavalari’s dark jeans.
Suddenly Bronx wished he wasn’t the only one offering a show.
“Look, I only came up here to see if you wanted Thai takeout for dinner,” Cavalari explained. “We’re putting in an order. I texted you twice but you didn’t answer, so I decided to come upstairs to see you.”
“Well, you sure saw a lot of me, didn’t you?” Bronx teased while his fist continued to work on his shaft.
“If you’re interested in the Thai than text me what you want,” Cavalari said, still not making eye contact with Bronx. “We’ll be ordering in about ten minutes.” He turned toward the hallway and took a step out of the room.
“You’re not staying to see the money shot?” Bronx asked with sarcasm dripping off of each of his words.
“I’m sure it will be epic, so you go on and enjoy that by yourself,” Cavalari stated. “I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen.”
“Dipshit,” Bronx mumbled once Cavalari’s beefy frame was out of sight.
His hand stopped moving on his dick and he glanced down at the solid length pointing skyward.
Now he actually was turned on but without his audience he didn’t see much point in continuing.
Then again, if he showed up at Dante and Ashton’s house in such a stirred up state they might end up suggesting he make a visit to Wheland’s playroom, and no way did he want to cross that particular line with them.