Chapter-34🌜 Help eachother.
Vance's POV
"One more!" I grunt out.
That bitch has the nerve to call me a faggot? I fuck women and I am straight. It's not my fault he looks like one. It is not.
The bartender is already shaking and the night has just begun. He hastily passes me another glass of whisky before he pisses in his pants. Good.
Fear is nice. This is the kind of fear that nerd should have had, so he won't be able to talk shit.
Dancing with him was like hitting two birds with one stone. First, I would have been able to escalate things with William. And second would have been rubbing it on my so-called big brother's face. Humiliate him.
No mafioso will be respected if his wife will dance with another man on his wedding day. Especially, with these type of folks around, it would have been the perfect opportunity.
Until that idiot opened his mouth.
The way he had agreed to dance with me was already suspicious. I somehow knew, he is also trying to piss that fucker off. So I was like, why don't just use it, right?
It was going so fucking good. He was in my arms, where he belongs, but then he called me the worst slur possible. And I won't let a bitch fucking insult me. So I did what I should have done.
Put him in his place.
Show him what kind of rottinculo his husband is.
The shit that doesn't make sense is why the hell did he want to piss him off though. I have my reasons, but what is his? I don't know.
I gulp this glass down too. "More."
I tell him, without even giving him a glance.
Everything fucking falls on his golden fucking platter. Here I am beating my ass off, and Zane gets every good fucking thing. I plan and in the end what? Things still work out for him and he's still thriving with the best life possible.
He was announced as the heir at just ten. We are both twins for the fuck sake and he is still the fucking heir.
That checca is not even a fucking real man and he is still the heir.
The glass in my hand shatters and the whiskey spills on the whole table, along with the glass. Even after I fucking caught him with that another sissy and we made sure to correct him young. He was still kept as the heir, and the consequences?
As a result, he was just sent to a hostel at twelve, to live the happy fucking life. While I was left to rot in this hell with Alessandro. I thought maybe if he is sending him off and keeping me, he will finally see who belongs to the throne and remove him from that will.
Alessandro didn't.
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to years. The struggle for every breath became harder under Alessandro's rule. I gave myself hope that maybe he is refining me, just so I will handle our family after him.
I took every punishment without parting my lips. Did every job he asked me to, took every slur and his beating just to earn the next fucking meal, only to get what?
Not the throne, not even a single word of appreciation but, you know what? Nothing.
Well not exactly. Because here you get paid off in scars. Alessandro gave me hope too. That one day he will give me the power, if I serve him nice. I forgot everything else because of just that hope. Let him throttle me under his boots without a word.
Spilled buckets of blood just to clean his shoes only for him to just step on me with it.
With just a, "not enough. But you know what will suit you more?
Being a leccaculo to that cunt". The words that put my remaining soul on fire before he didn't just stop there, he continued, "After all. .. he is my heir, giusto?"
That day I left every hope that I had. I am not gonna get it, at least not by him. So I will have to take it then.
That day I had two targets. End Alessandro.
And take everything that belongs to me from Zane. Ruin him in the worst way possible.
William was one of those things. He belongs to me. And what happened? Zane didn't let me have him either.
I made the plan and asked Alessandro to offer this deal to Jacob. Because I knew there's no reason that greedy shark won't fall for the bait. Everything was going nice until Jacob asked directly for Zane.
Again.
I literally crafted everything, made the whole plan presentable, so that Alessandro will think it's profitable for him and won't say 'no' in the name of faggotry.
I can't marry a man, and seeing what happened with Zane. Even dropping such an idea would have been deadly for me. Because if he can treat his favourite Zane like that, he will not care if I live or die. In fact he will be better off me.
Unless it benefits Alessandro.
Things were finally working out in my favour. Alessandro agreed. Jacob agreed, but in the end the same thing happened which has happened every time. The same ending that every chapter of my life got.
Always fucking Zane.
I turn around on my stool with a speed of light and drop the glass on the fucker's feet who has dared to bother me with it's hand on me.
After dad, I won't let anyone even fucking come near my toe without my word.
This man is fast though, because he jumps right in the time, saving himself from getting injured. Alas...
I would like it more if this guy was blood red.
Hmm, next time. Because damn, I didn't know I will see this sight with my own eyes...
"Woah..." He raises his hands up. "well that was close..." He looks down on that glass. Although he isn't sounding even tiniest bit scared.
Ryan Lozano de la Cruz is himself fucking standing in front of me. And this time-without William. The same douchebag that will roam around him like a stingy bee with a flower is now finally standing in front of the gardener.
Is he done being that nerd's side kick, mhm?
"You?" I narrow my eyes on him.
"Yup." He childishly pops the fucking 'p'. "Do you see anyone else here?" He checks right and left.
"Piss off." I warn him with a groan. "What the hell are you even doing here?" I ask him. Because this has never happened before and I will prefer it doesn't in the future either.
"Well, I was invited, duh!" He says as if it's the stupidest thing ever as he comes forward and without hesitation, sits down on the stool near mine.
What the-
"Don't fucking play these mind games with me and tell me what the hell are you doing here." I try to keep my voice low.
"Damn, you are such a lonely fuck...", I raise my brow on his way too friendly and absolutely insulting remark. And in reply he just grins before a serious look takes over his face. "I just wanted to check on you..."
I stand up from the stool. This guy has definitely lost his mind and I am done with the night. I turn to leave before his next words make me turn back to him. "You know seeing the guy you wanted just married your brother..."
That makes me go still. How the hell-
Better question, why the hell is he checking on me. Seeing how he used to defend William from me, shouldn't it be the opposite?
After studying my face he starts again. "See, I am not dumb, Vance." He pauses as he gestures for some cranberry juice on the top shelf. "I can tell why you used to bully William."
He can? You know what? I wanna know this.
I sit on my stool back down as I ask him to start with his conspiracy theories. "Go on."
Ryan takes the glass from the bartender with a subtle smile which leaves his lips as his eyes fall on me.
"Simple... At first I thought it's just because you wanted to get into his pants.
" It's true, but it still makes my blood race faster, because how can he tell?
"Don't even try to deny it." He warns me although he is sounding mostly amused, as he takes a sip of his juice.
"Then after that?" I ask him, my face neutral but voice hoarse.
"Well, now I think..." He trails as he eyes me again. "There's something else. Something deeper." He says with conviction, but doesn't comment on what that something is. "And I think tonight that something must have been hurt."
"There's no 'something', and nothing is hurt. So you can stop with this bullshit." I roll the sleeves of my shirt, as I glare at that motherfucker.
He thinks he is way too smart?
"Denial, denial, denial." He chants dismissively. "My gaydar blinks just from sitting near you." He gives me that boyish grin that makes me want to dunk his face in a sewer.
"What the fuck is even that homoshit?" I ask this bitch with clenched fists. One wrong move and these will be making his face purple.
"Ohhhh... so we are that in the closet, I see." Closet? Which fucking closet. Oh, Gesù bambino! This guy is fucking going on with the same insinuating bullshit his friend was going on with. Trying to fucking provoke me, huh?
Well bad for them, I am easy as shit.
"The fuck did you just say?" I stand up as I position my fist to just beat the hell out of him.
"You can start with the fists but we both know it's kinda true.
" He tilts his head, not even a wrinkle of fear on his face.
"Otherwise your fist won't have just stopped there.
Maybe you are not gay, but you are definitely into William.
" That makes my grip loosen as a flicker of doubt passes on my face, but just for a second.
"So stop with the fists because I am here because I get you." He motions towards my seat and I reluctantly sit down. He "gets" me?
What is even there for him to "get"?
"I have been going through the same thing you are feeling" my eyes widen as my head falls back a little. This can't be true. It doesn't make sense.
"What do you mean?" I question him. And he looks away from me. As he looks down on his palm where there's a little tattoo...
I narrow my eyes to read it.
It's just a small 'M' on his palm, just between his middle finger and index finger.
It's a little tilted or maybe my vision is.
"I have loved William since I have known him.
He even knows about it." He stops as he trails the tattoo with his finger.
The glass long forgotten on the table.
"Its not just platonic. " He takes a deep breath.
Why is he telling me that? We are not friends or even acquaintances. But, I don't know, I want to know more. "I confessed to him, but he declined, saying he's straight." There's unmistakable hurtness in his voice. "And now he fucking married a man, without any explanation or telling me anything."
So William didn't share about the marriage with Ryan. I thought they were close, I mean I did warn Jacob that not even a word should go out, but I didn't know William won't even tell him.
He looks back up to me and his eyes are glassy red. "So I just want you to know that I feel you... that weird feeling of yearning and then betrayal." He stares back. "I get you."
"Betrayal? William didn't betray me." I tell him with a little guarded tone.
"He didn't, but I think Zane did." My eyes shoot right up to meet his, from just the mention of his name. But I don't comment on it, trying to read what he is trying to do.
"We both want revenge, and the same person." He pauses as he puts his hand on my thigh. "We can help each other." He rubs it as it goes a little up, and I stare at it for just a second before I stand back up.
"I'll think about it." I tell him, but not look back at him.
What the fuck?!
A/N??
Damn, this was my longest chapter, as of now ??
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I know you guys don't like Vance and that's so fucking understandable. So, I know reading things from his POV would have been hard for some of you.
But at the same time I knew this part of the story will indeed require a separate POV from our lovely main leads.
And damn, Ryan is betraying him?? ??
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Ryan loves William, do you think it's true?
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