3. Chapter 3 - Emiliano
I slam the pots and the pans loudly on purpose before selecting the one I need. Maybe if I make a lot of noise, the boys will wake up. I doubt it though. If the missing bottle of whiskey from the top cabinet is any indication, they got fucked up last night. Not that I blame them. Cole spent a little over three years in prison, the least I can do is turn a blind eye to it.
The bacon, eggs, and pancake mix sit on the kitchen counter, waiting for me to cook them. But I don’t really know if I should get started. Matteo’s room is right next to the kitchen, so he’s probably bound to wake up soon, but part of me wants to wait until they’re both awake so we can all enjoy the meal. Maybe I can just wake them up when the food is done.
I should technically be in the office right now, selling more homes, but I wanted to be here for them today since it’s the first time I’ll see Cole since he got released. I didn’t want to intrude on my son’s moment with him, which is why I didn’t tag along. I’ve known Matteo has been in love with Cole since the moment his brown eyes lit up all those years ago when I first brought Cole home. It was all solidified when he got shot by the Sokolov kid and had a mental breakdown when he knew Cole was locked up. He went batshit crazy, so much so that he almost went behind my back to kill Andrey. The only reason he didn’t do it is because I told him he couldn’t be here for his best friend if he was dead. His need for Cole won out.
Matteo also went to visit Cole weekly, about three hours away for the past three years. They called each other and wrote fucking letters. If that’s not love then I don’t know what is. They’re probably in a relationship I don’t even know about.
The sound of a door opening draws my attention to the hallway. I go to the edge of the kitchen just to see Cole slipping out of Matteo’s room—completely naked. My entire body warms at the sight of his tight ass, and I frown. What the fuck?
I clear my throat.
“What are you doing?” I ask slowly, softly.
Cole startles, jumping and turning toward me. I keep my eyes trained on his face. His cheeks turn red, his crystalline blue eyes looking clear as ever, yet wide as saucers.
“Going to my room,” he replies, taking a tentative step toward me. I know he’s doing it so Matteo doesn’t wake up, but I take a step back all the same. His eyes roam my body, focusing on my crotch. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
I rear back. “Go get dressed.”
“No.”
“No?” I growl. “No one tells me no, Cole.”
“Well, I am,” he snaps. “You didn’t visit me for years, and now you want to tell me what to do? This isn’t work related. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
There’s anger in his voice—but I can tell he’s also hurt, even if he’s trying not to show it. I breathe in deeply as I try to keep my composure, but it’s fleeting. “You will go to your room and put some fucking clothes on.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll make you,” I growl.
Cole raises an eyebrow and smirks, and when I look down, his cock is hard. It’s pale and long, with a pink head and a fat vein running along the length of the shaft. My mouth waters, and I look away. Why the fuck am I having this reaction to him? Why am I getting hard?
“I thought you were going to make me,” he spits, and I narrow my eyes at his face. I refuse to look down again. It seems to be exactly what he wants. “Which is it?”
I close the distance between us, grabbing his hair and yanking him toward the room like a dog on a leash. He hisses, and the sound goes straight to my dick. What the hell is he doing to me? I’ve never been with a man, but right now, it looks more appealing by the second.
Letting go of him, I let Cole step away from me and go to his dresser, where he begins to take a pair of boxer briefs out. I watch him as he slips them on, the fabric catching under his perfect ass, and he bends over slightly to put them on. I get a view of his hole and his balls, and my mouth goes dry.
He doesn’t turn to face me. Thank God for that. My hard cock would give me away immediately, and by the way he was looking at it earlier, I know he’s paying close attention.
I don’t want him, though.
I don’t.
I’m just fucking glitching right now.
“Why didn’t you visit me?” Cole asks, his voice small. “ Why ?”
“You know why, Cole,” I reply. “I’m Don now. I can’t put everything at risk. I?—”
“I’m not important.” He nods, and my stomach drops. Is that what he thinks? “Got it.”
“Fuck!” I yell, throwing my arms up in the air and pacing in frustration. “That’s not what I’m trying to say, and you know it.”
“Go fuck youself,” Cole spits, turning toward me with wild eyes.
I close the distance between us quickly. “I fuck myself every once in a while, yes.” I get close to him until we’re sharing breath, then I wrap my hand around his throat tightly and slam him against the wall. He’s so goddamn disrespectful. “But mostly I go to Luna’s.”
His eyes flare with a rage I have never seen from him, but then he smirks. His face turns red the longer I hold on to him, and he closes his eyes. Before I can pull away, though, he grabs my ass and presses me against his hard cock. I’m ashamed to admit that mine is just as hard. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing to me?—
Cole bites his bottom lip as he looks up at me, only about three inches shorter than my six-five. He’s not a small man, and he’s muscular, too. But right here, in my grasp, he looks almost delicate. Like I could dominate him. Like he’d let me. Would he?
I shake my head.
I shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
He’s Matteo’s.
But Cole is looking at me like he’s the predator and I’m his prey, and that just won’t do. If anyone is doing the hunting here, it’s me. I’m nobody’s fucking bunny. I’m the goddamn wolf.
I lean in until our foreheads are touching, and Cole grips my wrist tightly, digging his blunt fingernails into my skin. I ease up on my grip, and he begins to cough violently. Yet he doesn’t make a move to walk away from me; instead, he stays against the wall once he recovers from the fit. His blue eyes are blood-shot as he looks into mine, and he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Let go,” I whisper through gritted teeth, and Cole narrows his eyes at me, being stubborn as hell and not letting go of my ass. “Or do you need to be taught a lesson?”
“Maybe I do.” He raises his chin defiantly, and my cock twitches.
I really need to get that under control.
I’m sure he felt it though, because a wide grin stretches his pretty face. His black hair falls over his forehead, and I push it back gently. Too fucking gently. “Did you fuck him?”
“No,” he says, and relief fills me at his answer. “He fucked me.”
My nostrils flare as white-hot anger flows through my veins, but I can’t let it show. I don’t even know the damn reason behind it. They have the right to do whatever the hell they want.
“Does that bother you, Emiliano?” Cole raises an eyebrow, seeing right through me. “That your son had his big cock in my ass? I wonder why that is…”
“It doesn’t,” I lie through gritted teeth, then clear my throat. “I’m fine.”
“Sure.” He smirks. “Whatever you have to tell yourself. But I see the way you look at me, even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself.”
“Oh?” I laugh. “And how do I look at you?”
“Like you want to eat me,” he replies, looking smug as fuck. “I see it plain as day.”
“You’re wrong.” He can’t be right. “This conversation is over.”
“As it should be,” he snaps. “Matty is up.”
Matty .
He’s called him that since they were little kids, and Matteo will kill anyone else who uses the stupid nickname. It would be cute if it didn’t show how close they really are. I have to figure out how to keep my eyes off him. I can’t afford to have my son see how I look at the love of his life. The way I’ve never looked at him before.
I take three long steps back, giving each other some much needed space. Just as I do it, Matteo knocks on the door. He comes in when we’re silently staring at each other and looks between us, frowning at whatever it is he sees.
“What’s going on, Dad?” Matteo asks me, his voice low and growly, as if he’s ready to defend Cole. It irritates the fuck out of me.
“You and Cole stole my whiskey.” I sigh. It’s the first thing that came to my mind; the only thing that I know could be a good reason to be pissed off. “It was my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Cole says, a smirk on his face. I look over at Matteo and he’s smiling at his best friend like a lovesick fool. I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. “Right, Matty?”
Matteo rolls his eyes. “Again with the fucking nickname.” He huffs. “When will you fucking stop?”
“Never,” Cole replies immediately. “You’re stuck with it.”
“Alright, boys.” I sigh, interrupting them. Cole tenses at my words, and I frown. What the fuck did I say now? “I’m gonna make breakfast. Eggs and pancakes okay?”
“Perfect,” Matteo says.
I look at Cole expectantly, and he nods as well. Matteo exits the room ahead of us, and I turn back toward Cole. I don’t know why I do it—except I know he’s got something he needs to get off his chest.
“I’m not a fucking boy,” he growls, stepping up to me and getting in my face. “I’m a fucking man now. Want me to show you?”
I run a hand down my face, because what the hell does he even mean by that? I don’t exactly want to know. I don’t even want to think about it. “No need.” I nod. “I got you, Cole.”
“No, you don’t,” he replies with conviction. “You ain’t got shit.”
I roll my eyes and turn around, leaving him behind. He’s being a pain in my ass, and I’ll go right back to ignoring him if that’s what it takes for him to chill out. Except this is Cole, and he doesn’t enjoy being ignored. He loves to be the center of attention at all times. He wants me focused on him and him alone. Well, guess what? It’s not going to happen.
Leaving his room, I make my way back to the kitchen where Matteo is sitting at the island, just for the bedroom door to slam shut. The walls rattle from the force of it, and I sigh.
“What the fuck crawled up his ass?” I ask Matteo, and he smirks. It reminds me of what Cole said to me. No, he fucked me . “You know what, never mind.”
Matteo laughs, and I tense.
But I just turn to the stove and begin to cook, busying myself before I have a goddamn aneurysm. Because fuck Cole.
And fuck this shit.