5. Tommaso #3
“Why should I?” Aleksandr asks and presses the knife against the mans throat harder. His words have a double meaning. They ask both me, and the man he’s threatening to kill.
Why should he meet Carmine?
Why should he spare his life?
Only I have an answer.
“Because you agreed to work with us,” I remind him. Something about watching him tease the man with the blade, getting so close to slicing his throat open and not doing it…it makes me squirm where I stand.
It makes my blood hot, and my dick throb.
Some sick part of me wants to watch him finish the job. Finish the job and track bloody footprints all along the floor. I can imagine how that blood would looks smeared along Aleksandr’s hands and face.
I swallow down my sudden arousal, both embarrassed and completely unashamed by it.
Aleksandr sighs. “I don’t have the time,” he tells me. “If you haven’t noticed, I have shit to do.”
“I can see that,” I motion toward the man who is barely conscious now. “But if you’re going to work with us, if we’re going to work together, you have to meet Carmine. I’ll still be who you’ll go to for information, but…as much as I hate it…he’s the one in charge.”
“I can’t reject a meeting with Don Dresvanni, is this what you’re saying?” he asks me.
I chuckle lowly. “No, you can’t,” I agree.
“Where would you have me meet him?” Aleksandr lifts the blade boredly.
“The charity gala.”
His eyes flare with annoyance. “I already told you, I’m not going.”
“It’s the perfect excuse to talk to my brother,” I insist. “You’ll be…undercover, he’ll know this. You’ll be able to act as though you’re trying to lower the Dresvanni guard.”
“What will I tell the others about my sudden decision to attend?” he inquires.
I shrug. “They know that we found their bugs, that we’ll find out who put them there soon enough. Tell them that you’re worried we’re catching onto their plans and you should be there to make sure all goes as planned.”
Aleksandr hums. “I suppose that would work.”
“So, you’ll go?” I raise a brow.
“Maybe, if you are there,” Aleksandr tells me.
I blink at him. “I didn’t plan on it.”
Aleksandr tilts the knife left, then right. “Neither did I. We all make sacrifices.”
He finally places the knife to the man’s throat and slits it clear across, left to right, and blood pours down his chest as he starts to choke. His hands pull on his bindings and for a moment he looks fully awake in all of his shock.
I simply stand here and watch as he dies. Blood flooding and body going limp.
Aleksandr watches as though he’s simply tired. No shock, no guilt, no shame. Just exhaustion.
It’s quiet between the two of us. The heat in the room makes me even more tense, and I want to step closer to him. I want to spread the blood from the knife onto his mouth, and then I want to taste it.
God, what the fuck is wrong with me?
It doesn’t matter. I’ve done my job. I need to get out of here.
“I’ll see you later.” My eyes shift from the dead body to Aleksandr’s eyes and he simply nods. His own gaze looking to the side of me, like he’s not really looking at but through something.
All the way up the stairs to the door, my heart is racing in my chest. I need some kind of release. More than some twink at the club can give me, that much I know. I learned my lesson the last time.
I open my phone and flip through my contacts but none of them stand out to me. There’s one place….one place I could go to, if I’m really desperate.
Which I am.
My cock is rock hard in my pants and all I can think about is being sliced open with Aleksandr on top of me.
I don’t have a death wish—usually—but when he looks at me like that…
I shiver as I open my car door and decide where I’m going right here and now.
If I don’t get out of here, I’ll walk right back inside and Aleksandr will likely not take my advances lightly. I’m not interested in actually dying, and it doesn’t matter if he’s the one who has stirred my desires. Someone else can sate them. Someone else can help me.
Aleksandr isn’t the one I want.
Is he?
I try to ignore that thought as I climb into my car and tug my seatbelt on.
Sex club. I know exactly where it is. I haven’t been there in a year at least, but it’s not hard to find. A little building tucked between a laundromat and a gentlemen’s club.
I told myself I wasn’t going to go back. I always left feeling much to be desired and as though I couldn’t find anyone who got my blood pumping.
Now, my blood is boiling in my veins because of him. I need someone else to sate the need that Aleksandr has caused within me, and this is the only place I know where to go.
My fingers tap on the steering wheel and I’m just a couple miles from the pace when suddenly my phone rings. I debate ignoring it, but I see it’s Alessio and I quickly answer.
“Tommy, where are you?” he asks me.
“On the road. Just finished talking to…well it doesn’t matter,” I say quickly, not sure if my phone is truly safe.
“We need you home,” he tells me. “We’re discussing what to do at the gala.”
I growl under my breath.
Great.
“Fine, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
I hang up the phone and do a U-turn in the middle of the road. I take off back towards the estate.
So much for a night of relief.