12. Luca
12
LUCA
S itting on the tiled floor, I hold my hand to my chest and try my best to settle my breathing, which is still coming down from the intensity of what we’ve just done. I can feel his cum oozing out of my asshole onto the tiles.
“Are you okay?” Dominic asks me, throwing his shirt back on.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Trying to get back onto my feet, I feel my legs quaking beneath me as I stumble toward the locker to brace myself.
“Take your time, okay?” he tells me while raising his arm to touch my shoulder .
Grabbing my shirt across the floor and slowly putting it over my back, I ask, “What do we do now?”
Dominic buckles his pants and sits down beside me. “I should probably head out of here first. We don’t want anyone catching us like this.”
“You’re probably right,” I murmur to him feeling empty without his dick in me and uncomfortable with his come still seeping from my ass. “You go. I still need a minute.”
He looks at me with fierce green eyes that have never looked so mild before. He just seems so calm and caring right now. “Are you sure?”
I nod to him, leaning toward him and kissing him gently, placing nothing more than just a single press against his lips.
Dominic smiles at me, almost ear to ear, as he blushes. I can’t help but let out a chuckle seeing his whole intense and callous persona falling apart in front of my eyes.
“Shut up.” He laughs back to me. “I’ll see you around, right brother?”
“Of course,” I say, returning a smile.
Standing up from me, Dominic releases his hold on me as he walks away. He walks around the locker behind my back, disappearing from sight, and eventually with the soft click of the door closing behind him, leaves the room.
I take a moment, letting in a long, slow, and gentle breath.
That was incredible. Not just because of the pure, wild, and almost primal connection between us in our moment of lust, but because of this different and much deeper attachment I feel to him.
There’s not a single part of this that I think I can actually explain, even to myself.
In the middle of me toiling with the implications of this whole situation, I am startled by the sudden sound of the locker room door opening up again. I almost go around the side of the locker, suspecting it’s Dominic coming back for something or someone he left behind, but I’m frozen in place by the unmistakable sound of two separate pairs of shoes clicking against the tiles.
Crouching in place, I do what I can to stay still, knowing that I can’t be caught in here. I crashed this whole event without an invitation, took away one of the fighters, and got fucked by him in the locker room. If any of them catch me in here, I don’t know what could happen. And I certainly don’t want to find out.
“Everything went according to plan,” a mysterious voice says.
Who is that? What plan are they talking about?
“Rossi got messed up tonight. It was pathetic.” The man laughs. There’s something in his tone that makes him sound young, maybe my age. Still, I can’t place the voice without a face.
My teeth grit tightly behind my sealed lips. Who are they to talk about him like that?
Barely moving an inch, I hold myself still so that I can listen closer to what he’s saying.
“And how does all of this benefit us?” another voice asks the first.
Wait, that voice does sound familiar; I have heard that one before. It was a long time ago, but I have definitely met them.
That’s Antonio Greco, the patriarch of the Greco family and the man who wants to tear the Valenti and Rossi families apart.
“Don’t you see it all?” the stranger asks Antonio. “A Rossi son getting into illegal street races and underground fights, getting himself beaten within an inch of his life over and over again, all while defying the family name and fighting back against every Valenti he comes across.”
“Through his reckless activities, he’s making the Rossi name and reputation go from bad to worse, and soon enough, Salvatore will cut any ties with them,” Antonio Greco continues.
This whole deal is built as a trick from the ground up. Every facet of their plan is designed to turn the Rossis and Valentis against each other and tear them apart.
“Exactly right,” the stranger confirms. “It won’t be long at all until Sofia Rossi and her runts are kicked out onto the street and Salvatore Valenti is caught off guard, giving us the perfect opportunity to take everything away from him.”
There’s no way my dad would fall for any of this I think to myself; he would see a Greco deception like this coming from a mile away, right? Or is he too stubborn and busy punishing me for my slip-ups to see that he’s about to destroy himself ?
“I want you there tomorrow night,” Antonio tells the mystery man.
“I would expect nothing less.” I can hear the pure entitlement fill every word he speaks. “Now, let's get out of here before campus security get their anonymous tip.” He cackles.
Still reeling from the secret reveal of the plan to take down my family, I don’t even have the time to think about trying to catch a glimpse of Antonio and his mysterious conspirator before they vanish from the room.
Left alone in the locker room again, I want nothing more than Dominic to be here right now. But if he was, he wouldn’t have the patience or perspective to not rush at them both fists first.
This is something he can’t know about yet or else he’ll just end up proving the Grecos right and getting on my father’s last nerve.
I have to fix all of this on my own. I can’t let Dominic know. I have to hide this from him.
Following the aftermath of the fight, the college gym seems to be back to its normal state of darkened emptiness for this time of night. I can’t say I’m surprised. Things got intense, even before Dom and I ducked off to be alone.
The extent that he was hurt had even the most invested audience members backing away from the ring, not wanting anything to do with him once he was unconscious on the floor gasping desperately for air.
It was painfully difficult to see him like that—battered and bruised, a wreck of his usual self. There was something about it that was just so terrifying to see. That’s all probably down to those unexplainable feelings I have for him, but no matter how troublesome they are to define, I still have them.
Antonio’s accomplice spoke of an anonymous tip given to the campus security guards, something I’m more than confident was their doing as a way to worsen Dominic’s situation. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was money changing hands to get this whole fighting operation up and running. Valmont College has a rightful reputation for being filled to the brim with the extremely wealthy and privileged heirs and heiresses of Montcove, but most of the staff are just regular people looking to earn a decent wage to make a living for themselves.
And the students are all well aware that while words talk, money shouts. Even those whose family fortunes aren’t built on less than legal affairs like the Rossis and the Valentis know that sometimes cash had to be put aside to make sure that parties, pranks, and any other clandestine activities could go off uninterrupted.
Not that I can judge. I have never been one to refrain from doing what is necessary.
But none of that matters right now. Right now, I need to get out of here without anyone noticing. Even if I can try my luck with a bribe, the Grecos have the go-ahead from their patriarch to use whatever funds necessary. I don’t have that.
Keeping myself low, I creep my way down the halls of the college gym and the long, exposed corridor of the building, the small beams of moonlight crashing through the glass skylight overhead and lighting up my path.
It’s great in terms of my ability to see where I’m going, allowing me to dodge stray chairs and a forgotten gym bag not too far from the walls. However, it also makes it easier for everyone else to see what is going on in the hallway.
Most importantly right now, and most detrimental to me, the pair of security guards just making their way into the gymnasium can see a lot better. Especially when they whip out their heavy-duty flashlights.
“You!” one of the guards bellows after me. “You shouldn’t be here.”
I can almost feel the soft burn of the flashlight on my back. If I don’t turn around, they shouldn’t be able to know who I am.
I book it down the hall, immediately breaking into a full sprint, not turning back for a single moment to get an idea of the leeway I have between myself and the pursuing guards to make my getaway. Instead, I focus everything I have in getting away.
“Get back here!” the other security guy yells .
Not listening to them, I fly past the doors and trophy cases that adorn the walls. The small frame of the doorway grows larger as I get closer and closer to it. Finally, it becomes larger than I am as I crash through the double doors.
The doors swing wildly to the sides, exposing me to the cool nighttime breeze. Feeling the fresh air of freedom, I make a harsh turn out of the gym and cut off to the left, seeing the height of my dorm block come into view in the distance.
Hearing the rapid footsteps of the trailing guards behind me, I try my hardest to break their line of sight before they get out of the gym, ducking behind a row of dumpsters along the way. Keeping my pace as I run alongside them, the barking commands of the security team slowly fade into an unintelligible mess of distant cries.
I was free, but I couldn’t stop yet.
Continuing my escape, I dash toward the dorm hall and rush through the doors. Climbing the stairs, my feet barely touch each step before they’re propelled forward onto the next one.
Reaching my floor, I race down the hallway, almost crashing in through the door to my room, and slam it shut behind me.
I struggle to catch my breath, fighting off the incredible pain my legs building off of everything they had endured so far tonight, remembering the only good part of this night.
I think of Dominic and everything we’d done so far, imagining the possibilities of whatever great things that could come soon for us and forgetting, even if just for a moment, all of the danger we’re in and trouble I would need to face.
My entire mind falls away, leaving only my thoughts of him.
Collapsing onto my bed, still wearing my ragged clothes from what will soon be two days ago, I can only manage to think about the way I feel about Dominic.
About how no matter how much I’ve tried to resist it, despite everything I try to reject, I always seem to find myself with him when we both need it most.
For now, I don’t care what it might mean for our families. I care about him, and I need to protect him. That’s what matters to me right now .
With the warm thoughts of Dominic filling my mind, and the way his dick felt so incredible deep in my ass, my eyelids gently crash into each other, and finally, I fall asleep. Faster and better than I have in what feels like years.