Chapter 12
12
VIKTOR
I find Luca in that shady warehouse, his face bloody, his knuckles red. He’s been pummeled, and the man he’s fighting is just as bad, if not worse. The man staggers back after taking a punch to the jaw, his mouth open as he sucks in breaths, his chest riddled with blood and bruises.
“What the fuck?” I murmur as Bane and I make our way through the crowd. It’s hot and sweaty in here despite the chill outside. Just like last time. I catch sight of Jax, who trails slightly behind us, his eyes sweeping around as if looking for danger. And he should be. This place is foul. I can feel the tension in the air. It’s thick and oppressive.
How Luca managed to find his way into fighting here, I have no idea. But then again, I don’t know him that well.
I just know how he likes his cock sucked.
And a little about his past.
And that he’s slightly self-destructive.
That he saved my life last night .
“You sure you want to be here?” Jax asks, and I nod. I want to be here. I need to. It’s a deep pull, luring me toward him. I want to save him like he saved me.
Save him from himself.
This morning, after waking from my deep slumber and watching Luca storm from the room, I waited for him to return, but he never did. I lay there, poked and prodded by Doc until it was determined that I was fine. The Pink they found in my system had passed, and I was able to go about as normal. And with Doc’s and Anthony’s permission, after reassuring them I wouldn’t take random shit from strangers again, I left the house in search of him.
Anthony told me where he was.
But I knew without asking.
I push my way to the edge of the screaming crowd and as I do, a man who doesn’t like the way I’m moving in front of him, shoves me and Bane roughly. We trip forward, knocking into a burly woman with a mullet. She scowls at us, and I offer her an apology as Bane scowls at the aggressive man behind us.
I can see the restraint on Bane’s face, the twitch of his eye, and the flick of his hand. He’s trying to play it cool, to keep it together, but it’s a thin tether. It won’t last. He’s still upset about Henry, so close and yet out of his grasp. His temper is hanging on by a thread.
So when the man flips us off and sneers, Bane snaps his fist back and punches him straight in the nose. It pops and cracks, blood pouring from it. The sight makes Bane cackle as he pumps his fist in the air.
“Broke it. One shot! Booyah!”
“Fuck,” I murmur as the man, after moving past his initial shock, lurches forward and grabs Bane by the neck. But he isn’t there long because Jax comes up behind the man and wraps his meaty arm around his neck, placing him in a headlock. That leaves me to fight off a guy behind me who is whipped into a fury over the sight of blood.
They’re all feral, frothing for it. They want a fight, they want the pain.
Someone grabs my hair, and I grunt as my elbow meets ribs.
“Get the fuck off me!” I shout and then whip around and put the thin man attacking me on his ass. He blinks in confusion as I fend off two more people making their way toward me. And in the middle of it all, I see that Bane has launched himself at the man who shoved him and is gouging out his eyes, his thumbs pressed into the man’s eye sockets, his legs wrapped around his waist.
“You’re going to die! I’m going to cut you up! But not without these eyeballs! Those are mine!” Bane screams, his hair wild, blood seeping from the man’s sockets as he struggles to get Bane off him. Those eyes are surely gone now. My gaze catches on Jax, who grins at me before punching a man in the face to his left. His knuckles are raw, blood spattered on his face. I’m sure I look the same.
This is violent and dangerous, but this is where we thrive.
Maybe I’m not so different from Luca after all.
Suddenly, the crowd surges, as if they were just waiting for a reason to do so, and I feel my body squish between two men as they throw fists blindly. I narrowly avoid a punch to my jaw and manage to shift slightly to my right when I’m pulled away and out of the crowd.
Right into Luca’s arms.
“What the fuck?” he spits, blood coating his lips, his hair a sweaty mess, his eyes wild. His mouthguard is nowhere to be found. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he slurs.
“You’re such a fucking idiot!” I shout, rage moving through me. I shove him, making him stumble backward. He glares at me and then rushes toward me, his hands hitting me on the chest, curling into my shirt, and pulling me into him.
“Don’t push me away, Vik,” he growls and presses his face into my neck. My hands go to his back, hugging him tightly before wrenching away. I won’t be distracted. He did this. He fucking did it .
“You’re so fucking stupid. You should be at home. With me! Why are you here? Why are you doing this?”
He stares at me, looking stupidly hot despite the blood dripping from his mouth and cheeks.
He parts his lips and then closes them. Something moves across his face, through those eyes, and I move closer to him, cupping his cheeks gently. He meets my earnest stare and almost whispers—a secret, an admission.
“I didn’t fight for them and they died. It’s my fault. I didn’t fight.”
My heart cracks slightly, a fissure tearing me in two. But before I can assure him it wasn’t his fault, that he was just a boy, Agro rushes up to us, his mouth frothing, spittle hitting my cheeks as he roars.
“What the fuck is this? You fucking ruined it, you piece of shit! You think you can fuck up my shit? I’ll fucking murder you, you ass—” He’s in a rage and makes a move to grab Luca, but my gun is out and aimed at his head before he can.
“You fucking touch him and I’ll kill you,” I say, my arm steady, my eyes laser-focused.
Agro eyes me, not moving, his jaw ticking. He’s ready to burst. His hands come up slowly, and I press the tip of the gun to his forehead, grabbing Luca by the back of the neck, just like he does to me. Owning him. Possessing him.
“Never speak to him like that again or I’ll take you apart. Piece by piece. You’ll wish for this bullet.”
Luca’s watching me intently, and I know I’ve shown all my cards, but right now, I don’t care.
Agro takes a step back but my gun doesn’t waver. It stays trained on him until Jax barrels by, Bane over his shoulder.
“We have to go!” he shouts. “Fucking move!”
I stare after them for a second, watching a crowd of people surge toward us, Agro doing the same. Fuck . We’re going to die , I think as I grab Luca’s hand and we burst forward, passing Jax, who is slowed down by Bane, and rush toward the locker rooms.
“My eyeball!” Bane cries. “I dropped one! ”
“Forget the fucking eye!” Jax grunts as we turn toward the rickety entrance, all following Luca inside.
“I need my shit,” he grunts, shutting the metal door behind us and locking it. The pounding that proceeds, rattling the door on its hinges, makes my heart race.
“Hurry,” I hiss as Luca grabs his bag and leads us toward the back door.
We push through it with a clang, Bane murmuring under his breath about his missing trophy as we rush toward the cars.
Jax and Bane end up in one, and Luca and I in the other. We peel out of the parking lot as Luca leans back in his seat, chest heaving.
“You’re an idiot,” I say again, wanting him to really hear it, to know how angry I am with him.
“So are you.”
Silence moves between us, and Luca huffs out a laugh, the fear and tension bleeding out of us the farther we get from the warehouse.
“Fucking Bane. Why did he come anyway?” Luca finally asks.
“Apparently to wreak havoc.” Luca chuckles, and I add, “I didn’t know he was in the car until I was on the highway. He popped out of the back like a fucking goblin.”
“Shit,” Luca replies, his laugh growing. “That asshole. We were right to have him shipped back home in a box. He would have found a way to return if we hadn’t.”
“He always does. He’s like a cockroach.”
We chuckle on and off about Bane and his antics until we pull up at Luca’s house, and then the reality of it all comes crashing down. Suddenly, the adrenaline is absent and I can feel the drop palpably. It makes me shiver slightly, my body temperature falling as we sit in the car.
“Will Agro end up here? Do we need to call for more security?” I finally ask, staring at his front door in concern.
Luca turns toward me. “You’ll protect me, right, pretty boy? ”
My cock hardens at that and I turn off the ignition and get out, schooling my face into something serious as I open his car door.
“Will he, Luca? Will he show up? Does he know where you live?”
“No, we’re safe. Plus, I have you.”
“It’s my job to make sure you don’t die. Now get the fuck out, Luca. You need a shower.”
He follows me into his house, his hand reaching out for mine as we move. I can’t help but pull it up and look at his bruised knuckles, brushing my thumb over the broken skin.
“You’re too old for this.”
“I know.”
“You’re going to stop doing it.”
“You telling me? Giving me an ultimatum?”
I don’t answer as we walk into his bathroom and I turn on the water, letting him strip down and step under the warm spray. Blood from his wounds rushes down his body and the reddened water swirls and disappears down the drain. His bruised hands move into his hair, and he arches his head back, closing his eyes. At that moment, he looks like a fucking god. All that wet skin, the tattoos.
I strip down and join him.
I don’t even hesitate. Don’t think twice.
“Move,” I murmur, and his eyes pop open, staring at me under the running water. Those long lashes, that golden rim around his irises.
He’s fucking perfection.
“Look at those marks on you. From me. So pretty,” he says about my hickeys.
“Shut the fuck up,” I hiss.
He smirks at me and then runs a hand across his chiseled chest. “You like what you see?”
“I hate it,” I murmur.
With a chuckle, he moves over and I’m able to rinse off, watching as Luca slowly soaps himself up. The tantalizing way his hands run across the tight planes of his body, the way his cock thickens between his legs, makes my mouth water. I’m so fucking screwed. My attraction to him is visible.
“My turn,” he says, handing me the soap and standing under the water, rinsing himself off.
His eyes never leave mine, and I can’t look away either, letting the soap move over my body in rigid swipes.
“Why did you come tonight?” he finally asks.
My hands stop moving, and I just watch him.
“You trying to save me? I don’t want to be saved, Vik.”
I swallow and set the soap down. “I don’t either. So what do we do? Just let each other self-destruct until we die?”
He leans his head back and water flows down the sharp line of his jaw. I want to lean forward and bite him. I want to mark him like he’s marked me.
When he finally meets my gaze again, he blinks away the water on his lashes. “I’d rather like it if you didn’t die.”
“Same. So stop getting your head knocked around in a fucking ring full of criminals.”
“We’re criminals.”
“Not like that.”
“We have morals?” he asks, stepping from the water and letting me move under it once more. “You’re delusional if you think we do. We have a semblance of them, our own sense of justice, but we’re not better than those guys, Vik. Remember that.”
I huff and stare at him from under the spray for a moment. “Maybe you’re not, but I am.”
Luca glances at me, his lips turned up in a small grin.
“Is that so? You were ready to put a bullet between Agro’s eyebrows. And for what? Calling me names?”
I turn away, but he pulls me back, his fingers on my chin.
“You were going to murder for me, baby.”
“Fuck you.”
“But you don’t want me to fuck you, do you?”
What the hell does that mean? How did he gather that from my angry statement? But before I can ask, he adds, “You want me to make love to you, don’t you? Like that night years ago?”
He brushes his nose up my cheek and whispers in my ear. His words are crisp and clear over the sound of the water.
“You want me to be gentle with you, pretty boy?”
My cock throbs and I let out a shaky exhale. Fuck, fuck me.
“Everyone is so rough with you. You like that too, but sometimes, you want me to be gentle with you.”
My eyes blink open and I see the glittering force in those dark depths.
“You don’t need to admit it.” He reaches behind me and turns the water off. Stepping from the shower, he grabs a towel, handing it to me before taking another for himself.
“I’ll be on the bed, waiting.”
He dries off as he goes, and I’m left to stare after him, my heart thundering in my ears.
What the hell? What the fuck is happening?
Those razor-sharp butterflies have dulled their wings, and instead of a biting cut, it’s a dull throb, an ache.
I can do nothing but follow him into the room, my body still damp, my hands unable to do anything more than the bare minimum.
Luca is lounging on the bed, his elbows propping himself up, his hair a wet mess, his cock perfect and hard between his legs.
“Come sit on my face,” he says lowly and then wets his lips. “I’m going to make love to that slutty hole.”
It clenches in anticipation, and despite telling myself not to, my feet carry me forward, my body turning to straddle his chest, my ass in his face, my eyes on his hard dick.
His hands grab my cheeks and squeeze before spreading them apart, taking a good look at my hole.
“Have you done this before?” I wheeze when he continues to just stare at me.
“No, but I think I’ll take to it quite well,” he murmurs and then leans forward and licks a stripe up my crack. The sensation of being touched there by him makes me fall forward, my hands on his thighs as I hold on for dear life.
His tongue is dragging down my crack now, slowly, before landing on my hole, the tip of it wet and prodding. It swirls around the puckered rim, memorizing it for a moment before his lips kiss it. Tender, almost sweet.
“Oh god,” I groan, unable to help the shudder that moves through me. My fingers curl against his thighs as he continues to make out with me. I can’t hold in the moans. They slip from me effortlessly, fluidly, until he finally puts me out of my misery and gently pushes his tongue inside of me.
The sound that leaves me has me blushing, my skin on fire. His tongue gingerly works itself in and out of me until I’m panting, my mouth open in delirium, my eyes screwed shut as I just experience it. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d make love to it.
He is. He’s slow and gentle and it’s driving me crazy.
I want it to stop. I want more .
His mouth leaves me and it’s replaced with his finger, a slow slide inside my slippery hole as he finds my prostate, making me arch up and fuck back on his finger. His hand grips my hip and he stops me.
“No, not so rough. Gentle, baby. Soft.”
I whimper and slow the roll of my hips, instead letting him work me closer and closer to the edge until I’m breathing as if I’ve run a mile, as if I’m going to expire from the wait. And then his tongue is back, entering me as well, that sloppy wet kiss to my entrance.
And when I come, I’m trembling, my release gushing out of me like a slow, lazy geyser. It flows over the tip of me and drips down my cock until I’m slumped forward, trying to catch my breath.
My arms are shaking so badly that I flop to my side and blink up at the ceiling, Luca’s face looming over mine. His lips are swollen, his pupils blown out. He looks so hot like this.
Perfect, like always .
“You did so good,” he says softly, his hand moving to stroke my cheek. “Now let me make love to that pretty mouth and throat.”
He feeds me his cock, his hands cradling my head as he rocks gently into me, making my eyes roll back in my head, my dick perking up once more. Sensations overwhelm me and I can’t help but reach out and hold onto him. My anchor.
I hate him, and yet I want him.
I need him.
I have since I was a boy. And it’s only grown, a deep insatiable craving.
When he comes, he says my name, a whisper, a plea before he pulls out and cradles me from behind, his legs tangled with my own. The way his hand cups my heart, as if he’s holding it, makes something inside of me unfurl.
This is a dangerous game we’re playing.
And yet, I still let him hold me, my eyes shutting and my mind drifting off to sleep.
I wake to Luca’s body wrapped around mine, his warm breath hitting the skin of my neck.
Fuck, he’s addictive, making me think of things I shouldn’t.
“Let me go,” I say, my voice hoarse from sleep, from the fucking he gave my throat.
“Not yet,” he grumbles, his leg moving over mine a little tighter, his hand moving from my chest to my stomach, his fingers dragging through the hair at my groin.
It makes my already-hard cock jump.
“Good morning, kitten,” he says softly as he teases me. “How did you sleep?”
“Fuck off with this domesticated bullshit,” I reply, but my heart likes it far too much.
“So, you slept well then,” he says with a dark chuckle, his fist wrapping around my cock and stroking lazily. “You need a nice wake up?”
A disgusting groan leaves my throat as I reach back and thread my fingers through his hair. His lips trail across my neck and I feel a shudder move through my entire body. Everything about him is toxic…intoxicating.
But before anything can progress, his phone chirps loudly and he pulls away from me, grabbing it and then shooting from bed, his gun in his hand. The speed at which he moved has me racing after him, realizing I’m nude, but also knowing that this is more important than clothes.
“Fuck!” Luca shouts as he flings open the door and aims his gun, pointing it at the van peeling around the corner before dropping it to his side.
On the ground is a young boy, probably no older than fifteen, his lips blue, his clothes a mess.
“He dead?” I ask, and he sighs, leaning down and pressing his fingers to his neck.
“Yeah. Fuck!”
His eyes trail from the boy to me, and he runs a hand across his face.
“Who the fuck is dumping them? I want to fucking know.”
He fists his hands at his side and clenches his jaw.
“We’ll find out, but now we know you can’t stay here. You need to stay with Anthony. I don’t want you to be next.”
His eyes slam into mine and his lips twitch. “You care about me?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I say, moving back toward the bedroom to grab my phone. I know I need to call the twins.
I need this gone from Luca’s yard quickly.
They pick up, and I roll my eyes, bracing myself for their purrs, but this time they’re absent.
“We’ll be there,” they say and the phone hangs up.
I walk out to where Luca is. He’s dragged the body inside and is now making himself a cup of coffee .
“Want one?”
“Yeah.”
He hands me a mug and leans against the counter, the two of us still naked, but neither in a hurry to get dressed.
As I sip from the hot liquid, Luca stares down at his phone.
“Shit,” he murmurs as it starts to ring.
“What? Who is it?”
His eyes meet mine and his cheeks flush. “My aunt. Just give me a minute.”
He puts it up to his ear, and I watch as his face softens.
The same aunt who took him in, I assume. She must be special to him.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” he says into the phone. “Had a busy night. And I have company. Can I call you back?”
He listens to something she says and his eyes roll. “No, you can’t speak to him.”
I hear the faint murmur of a voice on the other line, and Luca sighs. “Fine. But two minutes and no more.”
He holds the phone out to me and I can’t help but take a step forward, taking it from him and placing it at my ear.
“Hello,” I hear her say. “I’m Luca’s aunt, Lyla. It’s so nice to meet you, Viktor.”
“Nice to meet you, too.”
My gaze meets Luca’s, and he arches an eyebrow at me.
“Tell me everything about you.”
“Everything?” I ask and I hear her hum.
“Yes, as much as you’d like to tell me. Luca is smitten with you and I want to know about the man who’s captured his heart.”
My cheeks flush and I blink over at Luca, who looks annoyed at the intrusion.
“Yeah, um, I don’t know about that.”
“Oh child, I can hear it in his voice when he speaks about you. Now go on, tell me something. Anything.”
“He said two minutes. ”
“Oh, he’s not the boss of me. We can chat as long as we want.”
My mouth twitches and I can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Yeah, okay. What do you want to know?”
“Shit,” Luca murmurs and reaches for the phone, but I twist out of his way, moving to the bedroom to pull on some clothes. I won’t be speaking to her while naked.
And Luca doesn’t fight me on it either. Lyla and I end up chatting until Luca tells me the twins are here. She’s easy to talk to. I can see why Luca found some healing while in her care.
When I hang up, with a promise to chat again, I hand him his phone and he scowls at me, playful and still slightly annoyed.
“I now know a lot about you when you were a young boy. Really gives me the full picture.”
“Shut up,” Luca grumbles and then hands me a bagel sandwich. While I was chatting, he made breakfast and packed a suitcase for his stay at Anthony’s.
He told me he would stay there if I stayed with him.
I told him I wouldn’t, but he knows I’m a fucking liar. His aunt knows, too, because we had this conversation while on the phone with her. She laughed and told me to stop fighting it so hard.
If only she knew how easily I gave in already.
We walk to the front door, and Luca pulls it open, the twins waiting on the other side.
“Hello, Viktor,” they say at the same time. Their eyes rove over me, and I feel my cheeks heat. “What a pleasure this is.”
“It’s something,” I reply, and Luca touches the back of my neck gently.
Their eyes travel to where our bodies meet and they cock their heads. Everything about them is so similar. The way they dress, the way they speak. Even the way they fuck.
I should have never let them have sex with me.
“We enjoy your videos together. For this cleanup, and since you took us away from him , we’d like Luca to give you a blow job,” Cain says .
“Stop fucking complaining. Your boy is safe with Sabrina,” Luca replies, but he goes ignored.
“That is the stipulation. Take it or leave it. Oh, and it has to be deep-throating,” Ezra adds.
My entire body tightens as I wait for Luca’s response.
“Fine,” he replies, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“You don’t have to agree to that. We can negotiate,” I whisper when the twins turn their backs and get to work.
“I said I’m fine with it,” he replies and then removes his hand from the back of my neck and moves to where the twins are working. He hovers over them until they produce a vial of blood, placing it in his palm.
“Deep, deep-throating,” they remind him.
He nods, and my cock twitches in my pants.
There is no way he’s going to deep-throat my dick , I think as we leave the twins to their work and head to Anthony’s house.
As I drive, Luca calls his contact at the police and sends him the footage of the van from his security cameras. Not that it did any good last time. It was a burner plate and led to nothing. I’m assuming the same can be said for this as well.
But it’s worth a shot.
“You should get Diablo on this,” I say as I take his suitcase from the back of the SUV.
“Anthony’s considering asking him and Lex.”
I remember Lex. He used to come over and visit with Diablo. Both are little shits, but they do good work.
“But I should see if he’s made up his mind on involving them,” Luca adds as I park the car. We walk inside Anthony’s estate, and Luca nods toward the hallway. “Pick a room you’re comfortable with.”
“I’m not staying with you.”
“Like fuck you aren’t,” he murmurs and then pulls me in for a filthy kiss. He backs me up against the wall and licks into my mouth, setting my entire body on fire and making my horny dick pulse.
When he pulls away, he presses his thumb to my swollen bottom lip.
“Pick a fucking room, kitten. Stop fighting me on this. I want you in bed tonight, next to me. I sleep better when you’re near.”
I wheeze loudly at his admission as he stalks away, looking over his shoulder and shooting me a sultry wink. “And come to Anthony’s office when you’re done. We have shit to discuss.”