Chapter 17 #2
Before anyone can say or do anything else, a bullet goes straight through the side of Eivor’s head and narrowly misses Rosalie’s shoulder.
Blood splatters all over his precious custom-made suit and Rosalie’s face is covered in it.
A second shot hits the back of his neck, but it doesn’t matter.
That first one killed him near instantly.
Rosalie grabs the gun from his hand as he slumps to the floor in a pile of bloody flesh.
My eyes, and I imagine everyone else’s eyes shift up in a panic to see the shooter.
Nikolas.
Eivor’s son.
He’s standing on the staircase with a gun in his hands, shaking.
“God fucking damnit,” Alessio snarls. “That was my kill!” He shoves his gun into his holster and immediately starts to go after the boy. I put my arm out and grab him by the back of his shirt, pulling him back.
“Don’t,” I snap. “It’s not his fault. He didn’t know.”
Alessio growls and shoves away from me. “He was mine.”
I know he just needs a couple minutes to cool off, so I let him walk away from me.
Soren rushes over to Rosalie and starts to check her, to make sure she’s not injured.
I put my gun away and head up the stairs to Nikolas.
“Damian—” Carmine starts, but I cut him off.
“No. I got this. Trust me,” I look back at him, looking directly into his eyes and trying to relay the message as much as I can. I have a history with Nikolas, even if it’s short.
I look to Nikolas and put my hands out. He’s still holding the gun tightly, shivering and his knees look like they’re about ready to give out.
“Nikolas,” I say slowly. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”
The boy has tears streaming down his face. “He was going to…do it. I knew it. I h-had to,” he tells me.
“That’s right,” I agree. “You protected Rosalie. Now. Give me the gun.”
He looks over at me with wet eyes, confusion and shock in them.
I look over his shoulder and see Beau standing there in the hallway, having seen everything. His own face is a mixture of shock and relief.
“I can’t I—” Nikolas struggles.
“You can. Just hand it over. It’s okay. You’re safe now.” I reach out slowly.
Nikolas is shaking more and more, and I’m concerned about him dropping the gun and it going off accidentally.
At the last second, he hands me the gun before he collapses onto the stairs crying.
“I killed my dad,” he cries and puts a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god.”
Beau rushes over to him and sits down on the stairs beside him.
“You had to do it, it’s okay. You had to.” He wraps his arms around the other boy and I glance down the stairs at Carmine who nods at me, and I motion him up the stairs as I walk down a couple.
“Eivor kept him locked up pretty tight, away from this stuff. If he’s going to be a part of this life, he’s going to need a lot of training,” I explain.
Carmine glances at them. “They both will. It won’t be easy, but we’ll take them in. We wouldn’t leave them to fend for themselves.”
“Good,” I agree. I look further down the stairs where I see Alessio pacing in the entryway of the family room.
“He’s not happy about this,” Carmine tells me.
I chuckle weakly. “I know. He’ll get over it.” I start to move down the stairs but Carmine stops me with a hand on my shoulder.
“He will, but I have a feeling he will not get over you,” he tells me. “So, don’t fuck this up, or you’ll be dealing with me. Do you understand?”
I eye him slowly, and a bit more respect for the man sinks in. I nod. “I understand.”
Carmine may not be my boss, but if I decide to stick around for Alessio, I’ll need to learn to take orders from him.
As I watch Alessio murmuring to himself in the doorway, his hair a mess and irritation in his eyes, I can’t imagine how I could possibly leave him.
All the sides of him are starting to grow on me. Angry, tender, sad, hurt…and happy. I’m desperate to see him smile again, and I’m not sure when I will, but I’ll be here for it. That much I know.
“He was just doing what he thought was right,” I remind Alessio as I step over to him.
He sighs. “I know…but it really takes the fun out of revenge,” he grumbles. “I really wanted to get him back for what he did to you. For what he’s done to all of us.”
I nod my head. “You might not’ve been the one to shoot him, but he got what he deserved,” I tell him. I reach out and put a hand on his shoulder, drawing him in closer. “And you’re safe.”
Alessio’s expression softens. “You’re safe.”
Some commotion starts up behind us.
“Now that Eivor is dead, Soren is the Don of the Fiorelli house. He’ll be calling in the guards that Eivor sent away.
Some of them will leave, and some of them will stay.
We don’t have control over that, but what we do have control over is what happens from here on out,” Carmine tells everyone.
“We’ll need to discuss what the future is going to look like. ”
“Now?” Cassian asks as he comes in from the front door, having been standing there listening. Tiberi and Tommy follow closely behind. They’d missed all the action, but I’m sure the body on the floor catches them up.
“After Soren speaks with the guards,” Carmine explains. “A day or two. Until then, we’ll get the cleaners in and everyone keep me updated on where you’ll be.”
I glance to Alessio, and the look in his eyes is as curious as mine.
“You wanna get the hell out of here?” I ask him.
He looks toward the mess by the stairs before he answers. “Absolutely.”
By the time we get to Alessio’s penthouse, the sky has opened up and it’s absolutely pouring.
It’s almost as if the world itself is in chaos at the news of Eivor Fiorelli’s crimes, and now his death.
There’s no doubt that the public will be talking about this for months to come. Just after Rosalie and Alessio’s wedding.
None of this matters to me right now. My heart is racing and I’m full of adrenalin, all of it for Alessio. Knowing that our common enemy had his brains blown out is enough to have me half hard when we’re standing in the elevator to the top floor.
I glance at Alessio, and he takes my hand the second the elevator doors open. He unlocks the door and pushes me inside. I stumble back several feet.
“Let me guess, angry?” I ask him with a chuckle.
He shuts and locks the door behind him before kicking his shoes off.
“No,” he objects. “You’re alive. We’re both alive. I didn’t know how that was going to go, but here we fucking are.” He smiles at me, and it’s so good to see.
“Even if you didn’t get to kill him yourself?” I raise a brow.
Alessio glares at me before pulling me closer by the front of my shirt.
“Don’t remind me,” he hisses and then his lips are against mine.
His soft warm lips that taste so sweet and fit against mine like we’re marble statues made for each other. Slightly salty, like his sweat. The taste and smell of him surrounds me more than anything else.
I draw him in closer and kiss him back deeply. His tongue finds mine the second I part my lips, and I can tell that this is no soft slow lovemaking session he’s going for.
Both of us are pent up and so incredibly relieved at the same time.
I let him drag me into the kitchen, one of the nearest rooms besides the living room. Alessio pushes me against the edge of the counter as he runs his hands down my chest and slips his hands under my shirt.
My cock is already swelling in my jeans, feeling his hands against my bare chest only makes it pulse needily.
Every inch of me is ready for him right now.
“You don’t want to go to the bedroom?” I ask him breathlessly as he breaks the kiss to pull my shirt off over my head.
“No,” he pants out. “I want you here. Now.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I reach down and unzip my jeans before pushing them down while he’s kissing and nipping at my shoulder.
“You have me,” I tell him.
Alessio unzips his own jeans and they fall to the floor. He presses his body against mine, our hips not quite aligned while standing, but enough that we can grind against each other.
“You’re here…you’re alive…you’re mine,” he growls the last word out possessively.
I moan and roll my hips against his harder. My body fills with heat that makes me feel like my skin is on fire, and it feels so good. The burn of arousal from my head to my feet, and my aching dick sandwiched against him.
“Yours,” I agree.
Suddenly Alessio turns me around and bends me over the island countertop.
As he does this, the power flickers from the wind outside.
He pulls down my boxers and I step out of them.
A second later Alessio is crouching down and spreading my cheeks, licking at my asshole.
Every move is so hasty that I can hardly process what’s happening until I’m feeling his warm, wet tongue against the ring of my hole and I’m planting my elbows on the counter for stability.
“Ahh, fuck me,” I gasp.
My hard-on hangs underneath me wobbling and dripping with precum already.
Alessio smacks my ass hard as he eats me out. I grunt and moan out his name and three illegible words that I didn’t quite mean to say anyway.
The lights continue to flicker but neither of us seem to pay any mind to it.
I’m too busy having my ass tongued by Alessio.
“Just like that,” I praise him.
Until he stops all at once and I’m left a panting, squirming mess.
“Mmm, why did you…?” I stop mid question when I hear the lid of something unscrewing. I can faintly smell it.
Coconut oil.
My dick throbs as I realize what he’s about to do, and sure enough, I feel two of his fingers push inside of me, thrusting in and out quick and rough. There’s no pain, only pleasure.
Only the perfect pressure against my prostate that makes my length drip with precum onto the floor.
“Need you now,” he pants out. His fingers stretch me as he curls his fingers back and forth.
All I can do is grunt at him like a cave animal, legs spread and ass twitching desperately.
Alessio presses the head of his cock against my hole and pushes inside of me inch by inch until he’s bottom out. I feel myself squeeze around him, and then start to relax after a second or two.
“Ahhhh, yes,” I say through hitched breath. It’s been far too long since someone has fucked me, besides myself. The fact that it’s Alessio of all people is what really turns me on.
The way he sounds as he pumps into me over and over again. Moaning, gasping, sputtering. One hand on my ass, the other on my back as he fucks me.
The lights flicker again, and this time it’s actually dark for a second or two before they come back on. There’s a storm building outside.
But the only thing I’m focused on is the sound of Alessio’s hips smacking against my ass.
He leans down and kisses the back of my shoulder, not once, not twice, but three times, before he bites down into me. I grunt as he marks me. Sucking and swirling his tongue around my skin before he pulls his mouth off.
He does this again, just an inch away from the last, and by the time he’s done biting me, I have at least six hickeys on my back.
“You’re so fucking good,” Alessio praises me. “You’re so gorgeous…so strong. God, and you’re all mine.” He starts to pound into my ass harder and harder, faster.
My cock squeezes as the pressure builds up so high that I’m hanging onto the edge by my metaphorical fingernails. Mouth hanging open, sweat dripping down my body…
Sweat drips from Alessio’s head onto my back and he leans down and licks it from the small of my back before he resettles his dick inside me and continues.
I shiver hard.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” I say through my teeth, and a second later I’m dripping cum onto the kitchen floor with several hard bucks of my hips.
“Inside?” Alessio asks.
“I-Inside,” I reply, knowing exactly what he means.
It’s only two seconds later that he slams his hips against mine in several slow thrusts, and I feel him spill his seed inside of me.
We’re both panting for breath, and his head comes down and leans against the back of mine.
We stay like this until there’s a gust of wind that makes the windows rattle and the power suddenly goes out with a crack.
I look around slightly shocked, but then decide, I really don’t care.
“Guess we’re stuck in the dark for a while,” Alessio whispers.
I groan as he pulls out of me, and I feel his cum drip down the back of my thighs.
Turning around slowly and standing up straight, I wrap my arms around his waist and lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slow and passionate.
“Come on, I’m not done with you,” he husks.
I smile against his mouth, and don’t object.
Our evening isn’t even close to being over. Alessio leads me to the bedroom in the low light where we lay down and he cuddles up close to me. Kissing my neck, my shoulder, my chest.
Every kiss makes goosebumps rise on my skin, and he kisses them so readily.
It’s quiet and leisurely. Tender.
I rub at his back in slow circles and we simply talk.
About everything. Memories from when we were children. Good and bad.
The silence between topics isn’t uncomfortable. It’s just…nice.
“Why don’t you talk to your family?” Alessio asks me after a long pause.
I hum in response, trying to figure out how to sum up the fucked-up dynamic of my family into just a couple sentences. It’s easier said than done.
“It’s complicated,” I tell him. “But the gist of it is…they don’t approve of my life.”
“Of this life,” he motions around us, “or this life.” He points from himself to me.
“Both,” I say honestly. “Whether it’s being bisexual or a guard for hire…they aren’t the type to take my side.”
“I can’t imagine not having my family,” Alessio tells me. “They get on my fucking nerves, but this whole thing we do…it relies on being there for each other. Taking each other’s sides when it means the most.”
I nod my head. “My family would probably sell me out for the sake of moral superiority,” I explain. “Well, except my cousin, Fiona.”
“I’m glad you have someone at least,” he mumbles and rubs his hand along the top of my bare chest. “And…I’ll take your side.”
Alessio kisses my shoulder. “Even if no one else will.”
I close my eyes and sigh as I feel his lips slowly draw a line up the side of my neck.
“You’re like no one else,” I whisper to him.
“And I’m yours,” Alessio mumbles between kisses against my collar bones.
When my sensitive length swells up again, Alessio slides on top of me and grinds against me. His own cock rubs against mine over and over again, until we come together a second time, breathless, spent. It lasts only minutes, seconds, but every moment with him feels like an eternity of pleasure.
Only after kissing me with his tongue dominating my mouth, does Alessio finally let himself rest his head on my shoulder and sleep.