4. Chapter 4 - Cole
T he Pink Pony Club looks different from the last time I saw it. It looks upscale now, with a bigger dance floor and an upstairs VIP area. The bouncers are everywhere, and the bar is packed with bartenders. You can just tell they have a good business. There are probably hundreds of people crammed in here, grinding to the beat of some new hip-hop song I don’t recognize.
This is one of Emiliano’s many legitimate businesses. He also has a brothel, a restaurant, and his most lucrative yet—a real estate company. His brothers help at that company, Colombo Real Estate, while also getting their hands dirty with drugs and weapons, among other things. I will say that before I went to prison he was trusting me and Matteo with more jobs, and I know Matteo took over while I was gone. But I’m ready to get back into it. I’m ready to get my hands dirty once more. Maybe it’s in my blood—or maybe it’s how he raised me. The expectations he set for me. I knew from the moment he took me in and made me family that I’d be a Made Man.
I’m upstairs with Matteo in the VIP area, sitting side by side on one of the couches. He’s talking my ear off about God knows what, but I can’t seem to pay attention. Instead, my mind is on Emiliano and yesterday morning. The way he slammed me against the wall and choked me—I loved it. I can’t believe his cock was hard for me. He can say whatever he wants, but his body can’t lie to me. He wants me too. His jealousy when I said Matteo fucked me proved that. I just need to find a way to make him give in to me. It’s going to be difficult since I know he knows about Matteo’s feelings for me.
If I’m being honest, I know it’s probably the worst betrayal if I pursue Matteo’s dad after everything we’ve done together. I just can’t bring myself to ignore my feelings for Emiliano, though. It’s going to make me the worst friend, and I honestly wouldn’t blame Matteo if he tried to kill us both. I have faith he will come around eventually though. He’ll be heartbroken, but eventually, he’ll move on. He has to.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket, and I take it out to look at the new text message. It’s from Emiliano.
Emiliano
Come to my office. We need to talk.
I smirk and put my phone down, not bothering to reply. I’m not here on business. I’m here to spend time with my friend, and if Em doesn’t plan on fucking me right on his desk, then I want nothing to do with him. And knowing him, he’s not going to do that. I’m going to be left longing after him for the rest of my life. He’s too loyal.
Matteo looks at me. “Who was that?”
“Your dad.” I shrug. “Asking me to go to his office. He probably saw us on the cameras.”
“So go.” He frowns. “He’ll be pissed if you don’t.”
“Fuck him.” I roll my eyes and Matteo laughs. I guess a stint in prison has made me rebellious. Or just plain stupid. “I’m not here for business. He can wait.”
“You’re being stupid,” he says with a sigh. “You know he’ll have your ass right?”
“So let him have my ass.” I shrug as if I don’t care. I’d let him have my ass in more ways than one, anyway. “And I’m not being stupid, you little shit. I’m being brave.”
“Sure.” He chuckles. “Don’t be a dick, though. He’ll make you pay for it.”
I sigh. He’s probably right. The only problem is that I don’t really seem to care about it much right now. Maybe I want to rile him up. Get a reaction out of him. It might be my only chance for a while. Except just as I lean back on the couch and get comfortable, spreading my legs, and throwing my arm up over Matteo, a bouncer shows up. He’s walking right toward me with purpose, and I tense.
“The boss wants to see you,” he says loudly, “now.”
“Who the fuck does he think he is?” I mutter to Matteo. “Fuck this.”
Matteo just smirks and slaps my ass as I get up, and when I look back at him, he winks. I should probably have a conversation with him soon to let him know it was the last time. That we can’t keep doing that. I know it’ll break him, but I can’t find a way to let him down easy.
I turn around with a frown and follow the bouncer downstairs. He leads me to Emiliano’s office even though I could’ve found it on my own, and knocks on the door. Em shouts to come in, and I open the door and close it behind me. He looks at me with a fire in his eyes that I want to stoke, but I’m glued to the door, my back against it. If he wants me, he can come here.
“When I call, you answer,” he snarls, his white teeth showing like a rabid dog. I look him up and down, appreciating the way his body looks in a suit. Broad shoulders and thick arms filling it perfectly. His face is tight with anger, his jaw pulsing, but I can’t bring myself to care. Instead, I admire his beautiful features: strong jaw, narrow nose, eyes the color of honey. I bet they’d look gorgeous dilated for me.
“You didn’t call.” I shrug. “You texted me. I figured it wasn’t that important, and I’m not here for work.”
“You will be at my disposal any time I call,” Em says through gritted teeth, getting up from his chair and striding quickly toward me. “If I call you at one in the morning, you come to me.”
I smirk. “Those are hoe hours.” Booty call hours . “Are you going to invite me into your bed, Emiliano?”
“Don’t say my name like that.”
“Like what?” I ask innocently.
“Growling it like that.”
“Why not?” A smile tugs at my lips, widening when he’s close enough that our shoes touch. “Does it turn you on?”
“Nothing about you turns me on,” he snaps. “Get it through your head.”
“That’s a lie, and we both know it,” I tell him, grabbing him by his suit jacket and turning him around, slamming his back against the door. His breath whooshes out of him, and I smile in satisfaction, locking the door for good measure. “I bet your cock is hard for me right now, Em.” His eyes widen, then narrow at the nickname. Three years ago, I would’ve never dared to talk to him like this. Maybe I am brave after all, or maybe I just don’t give a fuck about anything. “Should we test that?”
“N-no.”
“Is the big bad boss stuttering?” I chuckle, and his neck turns red. “What, baby? You can’t get your words out?”
“Fuck off, Cole,” he growls, putting his hands on my chest, yet not pushing me away.
“I don’t think you want me to.” I raise my chin in defiance, trying not to look so small, and look right into his brown eyes. “I think—I think you’d like to fuck me. Right, Emiliano?”
“You’re either drunk or just plain stupid.” He shakes his head, but when I press my hand against the front of his slacks, he whimpers. He fucking whimpers for me. I rub the palm of my hand over his hard cock, then unfasten his belt. “Fuck, wait.”
“No waiting,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’ve waited long enough.”
“I’m not—” He sighs. “I can’t. We can’t.”
“And why the fuck not?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow.
“I like women.”
“So?”
“ Only women.”
“Beg to differ.” I grin and can see the struggle he’s going through right on his face, in his eyes. “Look how hard you are for me.”
“Fuck.” He groans when I rub the palm of my hand over his dick. “I— fuck . Yes.”
I grin, unbuttoning his pants and shoving my hand in them. Trimmed hair meets my fingertips, and my cock throbs against the confines of my skinny jeans. I shove my hand in deeper, and he doesn’t stop me, instead he stays still. I hold my breath as my hand meets silky, smooth skin, his hard cock warm in my grasp. He’s fucking huge, way bigger than Matteo, and now I wonder what it’d feel like to ride his cock.
“I bet you’d feel like heaven in my ass,” I whisper. “Do you want to try it, Em? Wanna put your cock inside of me? Or do you want to play just the tip?”
I grip his cock harder, jerking him faster, and he moans. “F-fuck.”
“Why aren’t you pushing me away?” I ask with narrowed eyes.
“Make me come,” he says, then grabs the back of my head and pulls me toward him until we’re sharing breath. Our lips brush, and I swear I’m about to come in my fucking pants. “Or get the fuck out.”
I don’t give him time to say anything else; instead, I slam my lips to his. The way he sucks on my bottom lip has fire licking down my spine, and I thrust my tongue between his lips, not waiting for permission. He sucks on it, and my knees almost buckle. I swipe my finger over his slit, then up to use his pre-cum as lube, and goddamn he’s leaking for me. He moans when I go faster, but I don’t really want to let him come. He’s been an asshole to me. I honestly don’t think he deserves it.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Em.” I groan, wanting to continue, but willing myself to be strong. I have a point to prove here. “How bad do you want to come?”
“Fuck, Cole,” Emiliano says, snapping his hips forward with purpose. His skin is burning hot, and I want to drop to my knees and take his cock down my throat. I want him to use me, abuse me. “So bad.”
“Beg for it,” I whisper, and he tenses.
His nostrils flare.
“Now, Emiliano.”
He doesn’t; instead, he narrows his eyes at me. “A Don never begs.”
I take my hand out of his pants. “Then I’ll see myself out.” I shrug. “Let me know when you’re ready to come.” My fingers have pre-cum on them, and I lick them all. “Mmmm. You taste so fucking good. Are you sure you want me to go?”
Emiliano’s chest heaves, but he pushes me away and side steps me, walking back toward his desk. Disappointment fills me, but I can’t be too upset. He’s the one who doesn’t get to come, and I finally have him right where I want him. He can’t even deny how he feels anymore. He showed me.
“I need you to go to the docks for a shipment.” He’s back to business as usual, and I force myself to keep a blank face. Not show any emotions. But it’s hard. My cock is throbbing to the beat of my heart, and my hands long to wrap my fingers in the black strands of his hair and shove him to his knees. He will be on his knees for me one day. That’s a fucking promise.
“For?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Guns.”
“Consider it done,” I say, then turn around and unlock the door, wrapping my hand around the doorknob.
“Oh, Cole?” he asks softly. “This never happened.”
I smirk. “Sorry boss, but it did.”
Making my way back through the throng of people shouldn’t be this hard, but the place is filled to the brim. I look up, searching for Matteo, but he’s no longer there. He’s either dancing with someone or he left me behind.
Fucker .
I can’t complain, though. I finally have Emiliano Colombo exactly where I want him, and now I’m never going to let him go.
No matter what he says.
He’s mine .