Chapter 11
11
TATUM
B ane left me a kneecap. Tied with a bright red ribbon.
Angel sighs, his hands clenched to his chest. “How romantic. I’ve never gotten a body part before.”
I eye him as I pick the kneecap up with a tissue and stare at it. Wonder whose this is. “This is the first time I’ve really thought of you as a mob boss’s son.”
“Really, why?” he asks as he sets a vase of flowers on my desk.
“You’d like being gifted a body part.”
“I mean, it’s a very nice thought.”
I shake my head, laughter bubbling out of me. “God, Angel.”
“What?” he giggles as he flops down on the bed and grins at me. “I’d love for some hot guy to give me a body part. Even someone as crazy as Bane.”
“He is a little…different.”
“And hot.”
I roll my eyes and then run a hand through my hair. “Not as hot as your dad.”
“Ew, don’t tell me anything, Tatum. I really don’t want to hear it.”
“I promise not to traumatize you.”
He nods and then scoots closer to me. “I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t been in so long.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, but I see the way he looks at you. I think…” Angel bites back his words, and I nudge him.
“You can’t lead with that and not finish your thought.”
“I just think you can make him really happy. If you’re up for it. He’s not an easy man.”
I peer up at him, and he nuzzles into my neck.
“And I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here, so I need you to take care of him, okay?”
“What?” I ask, and he sighs.
“After what happened today, I think I’ll be packing up and moving.”
I sit up quickly. “What the fuck, Angel? Why?”
“It’s dangerous now and my dad wants to protect me. He can do that by creating a business alliance with the Russian mob.”
“You’re not a business transaction!”
“I know, but it has to happen.”
My face is red, and I twist on the bed to face my friend.
“It really doesn’t.”
He clasps my cheeks in his hands and rubs his nose against mine.
“I’ll be fine. I promise.”
I don’t like this. Not at all.
I wait until the evening when Angel is asleep and roll out of bed, moving toward Anthony’s room on my tiptoes.
I should burst in there, guns blazing, but I don’t know if he’d take that well.
I think perhaps something else is in the cards for him tonight.
Without knocking, I enter the room, surprised it’s unlocked. I see Anthony in bed, his back propped up against the headboard, shirt off, reading glasses on.
Oh my god, he wears reading glasses.
Why is he so ungodly hot all the fucking time?
I stare at him before focusing my mind. Yes, I remember why I’m here, and I’m very angry.
Very, very angry.
He’s going to sell his son off. Angel. My sweet, beautiful friend.
“Can I help you?” he asks, arching an eyebrow at me behind those hot as fuck glasses. He looks less mafia boss and more stern professor, and it’s doing things to my dick.
I swallow and nod. “Yes, yes you can.”
I turn my gaze and stare intently at the window. I will not glance at him, bare-chested and looking like a hot teacher while he’s in bed. If I do, then I won’t be able to get angry enough.
And I want to get angry. Very, very irate.
“Well then, what is it?”
“What is it? It’s…you’re going to marry Angel off to some Russian dude on the East Coast. I thought we’d been over this.”
I huff and fold my arms across my chest. I can see his reflection in the window panes and my dick gets hard. I turn to stare at the ceiling instead.
“Look at me,” he says, and I close one eye and peer over at him. Perhaps half my vision will help curb how insanely hot he is.
It does not.
I’m just as affected.
“Come here,” he says and then folds the sheets back and points to his lap.
I stare at him and shake my head. “I’m mad at you, Anthony.”
“Come here,” he says again, this time a little softer.
That gentle tone makes my feet move forward, and I come to a stop at the side of his bed.
His arm reaches out and he pulls me onto him, my legs straddling his bare thighs. He’s only wearing boxer briefs, and he looks absolutely delicious.
I’m at full-mast now, ready to set sail right into the palm of his hand.
His fingers slide to my bare hips and slip down below the waistband of my pajama bottoms. With a tug, I’m closer, my body almost flush with his.
“Now, tell me again why you’re so mad?” he asks, and I shift on his lap, my hands moving up to his shoulders. Oh god, I can feel the muscles there. I trace them with my fingers, biting my bottom lip to try and stay in control.
“You’re selling your son off for a business deal.”
“No, I’m marrying him off for his protection. That family is powerful. Angelo will be safe there.”
“But he’ll be married to a stranger. He’s always wanted to marry for love, Anthony. You have to know that.”
My eyes flicker down to meet his, and I see something flash in those dark depths. He feels it. I know he does. He loves his son, despite how hardened he outwardly appears.
“I know, it doesn’t make sense to you. But this is the best chance he has of staying alive. If there was another way…”
“There have to be other ways.”
“Not for someone like Angelo. An ordinary man couldn’t protect him. He needs someone fierce.”
“And someone who can give you plenty of shady business deals,” I chime in.
Anthony’s fingers dip a little lower, cradling the curve of my bare ass.
“That is a perk, but my business is nothing to me without my sons.”
“And yet Diablo married for love.”
“Diablo can take care of himself and Skylar would die for him. That’s the kind of man Angelo needs.”
“And a Russian mobster is the one to give it to him?”
I feel the tips of his fingers flex against the globes of my ass, and I bite back a moan. Oh god, I’m not angry anymore. I’m just horny. Damn him.
“Yes, and if he’s truly unhappy, I’ll find a way to bring him home. But, Tatum, I really think he’ll find a home there.”
I stare at him, trying like hell to keep my hormones at bay, but my god, the way he’s touching my ass is making me all sorts of crazy.
“I don’t believe you.”
“We can go visit once he’s married, so you can see.”
I eye him and then let my hands trail into his hair, mussing it slightly.
“You look so hot in those glasses,” I groan as my hips cant against his.
He lets out a small huff of amusement and then his hands tug my pajama bottoms down, right past my hard cock. It strains out toward him, and I let out a low moan.
His fist wraps around it, and he pumps me lazily.
“I’m still very mad at you,” I rasp, my hips jutting up into his hand.
“I know. I can tell. So very mad.”
I manage a small eye roll, but they end up in the back of my head as I give myself over to the sensation of him touching me.
His other hand snakes down my ass and he slides a finger through my crack. It stops right at my hole, pressing against it gently.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, my eyelids fluttering open.
I see Anthony watching me intently through those glasses. Suddenly, I want to kiss him, want to spear my tongue into his mouth and taste him. But I don’t lean forward and do it.
I’m too afraid.
I really don’t think that Anthony is into men. I honestly don’t know what this is between us, and I’m too afraid to do anything that might make him take a step back and stop. I want to ride this out as long as he’ll have me.
My hands fall to his cheeks, and I brush my thumbs across his lips. His pupils dilate as I slip a finger into his mouth. His tongue snakes around it, warm and wet, and I feel my hole clench around the finger still pressed against me, not entering me, just tracing the rim over and over. Taunting me.
I pull my finger through his lips, looking at the spit-covered skin before pressing two inside, letting him suck on me, pretending it’s my dick in that warm mouth. I can’t believe he’s letting me do this.
I can’t fucking believe it.
And then suddenly his teeth snap down on my knuckles, holding me inside of him, nearly in the back of his throat.
I gasp, my cock jerking in his hand as he continues to work me over with every part of him. His tongue slides against my fingers, almost like he’s tracing the vein under my dick, and my mind conjures up all sorts of filthy thoughts.
“Anthony,” I breathe, and I watch as he hollows his cheeks out, creating a suction on my fingers that goes straight to my dick.
I hear a creak, a door opening, but I don’t even turn to look. I’m too enamored with Anthony sucking my digits. Fuck, he’s so hot. If he ever sucked my actual dick, I’d probably die. My soul would just leave my body entirely.
“Oh, goodie. A show I didn’t know I needed,” a familiar voice says, and I turn my head to see Bane standing in the shadows, his hand on his dick over his pants, a goofy smile on his face.
My fingers slide from Anthony’s mouth, leaving his lips wet, and I watch as he eyes his employee.
“You’re early, Bane.”
“Wanted to make a good impression, Boss. Don’t want you to cut my fingers off.”
Anthony huffs, but doesn’t stop touching me, just keeps shuttling his fist up and down my cock. I don’t even care that Bane sees this. I apparently have no qualms about doing this with Anthony in front of others. He could take me anywhere, bend me over, and I’d be a willing participant.
“Well, you can wait until we’re done,” Anthony says as he turns his attention back to me, shifting me even closer. I can feel his hard cock through his boxer briefs.
I groan and then hear fabric rustling behind us, but I don’t even care to look. I’m riveted.
With Anthony.
His finger pulses against my ass, and I shiver as his fist moves faster, bringing me close to the edge. My head falls back slightly, my eyes shutting as I just let myself experience it. The feeling of him. I feel lips brush across my Adam’s apple, sucking on my skin lightly, and I let out a shaky breath.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks, his words hitting my throat.
“You. You ,” I whisper, and he hums his satisfaction, his finger pressing into me gently. Not too far, but just enough to have me crying out softly, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I feel myself start to crest that highest peak. My body starts to tense and shake and then I’m bursting, my cum hitting his hand and abdomen as he continues to mouth at my skin and fist my throbbing cock.
And then his fingers loosen against me and his lips leave my neck.
Slowly, I blink my eyes open and meet his gaze.
“Anthony,” I breathe, and his lips twitch.
“Feel better?”
I nod and swallow roughly.
“I have business to discuss with Bane,” he tells me, and I nod again, starting to move off him, but he stops me, his hands clasping onto my ass.
“Did I say I was done with you?”
My eyes widen, and I wet my lips as he pulls his cock from his boxers. It’s hard and wet at the tip, and I groan at the sight.
His fingers thread through my hair and he guides my lips to his hard length.
I know Bane is watching, can feel his eyes on us, but I don’t fucking care. I just lick up Anthony’s cock as he spreads his legs a little wider, giving me better access. I suck on his balls, rolling them on my tongue before dragging my mouth up to the tip of him, swirling my tongue through his slit.
I can hear Bane panting on the other side of the room, but he doesn’t speak up. Just continues to be a major pervert. Not that I expected anything else.
“What do you need to tell me that couldn’t wait?” Anthony says lowly as I start to work his enormous cock into my mouth. Drool spills down the sides as I wet him for better access. My jaw aches as I slide my hand up his thigh, holding on tight as I nearly unhinge my jaw to fit him inside.
“Uh, Boss-man. I can’t fucking think right now. Can I finish this first?” Bane grunts, and Anthony’s fingers tighten in my hair.
“No. Focus. I don’t have all night, as you can see.”
“It’s hard. I’m hard,” Bane says with a small giggle as I pull Anthony right into the back of my throat.
I open my eyes and meet his stare. His pupils are blown out, his lips parted slightly as he watches me. Then his gaze moves to the other side of the room.
“What do you have to tell me?” he asks, and Bane sighs.
“Can’t think when my dick is this hard, Boss. Won’t make much sense. Something about your boy gets my gears going.”
Anthony tugs on my hair, pulling me off his cock. My lips are swollen, my eyes watering. It’s only now that I realize my pajama pants are still down, my ass exposed. But I make no move to pull them up. Bane can look if he wants.
And really, Anthony makes these choices for me. And I love it when he commands me like this.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks me again, and I lick my lips.
“You,” I whisper and he nods, pushing me back onto his cock, nearly choking me with it this time. His pace is brutal and the noises I’m making, the gurgling gags as he punches the back of my throat with his cock have Bane moaning in the corner. Neither are speaking right now.
Anthony is giving him a show, letting Bane see who owns me.
“Fuck, you two are so hot,” Bane moans. “All you need is a little blood…some knife play…”
“Shut up, Bane, before I cut your tongue out,” Anthony clips out, his legs starting to tremble. “Tatum, don’t swallow. You keep me inside that hot little mouth,” he commands, and I groan at the thought. I have no idea what he wants me to do with his cum, but I’m here for it apparently.
His fingers tighten on me and then with a low moan his cock twitches in my mouth.
“Don’t you fucking swallow,” he bites out as he shakes beneath me. His orgasm is endless, my cheeks almost bulging from the amount of cum he’s spilling into me.
“Shit, Boss. That’s, oh fuck, that’s impressive,” Bane murmurs and then lets out a manic little laugh.
“You hear that, Tatum,” Anthony says, his voice low and dangerous. “He’s impressed.”
As soon as his cock slips from my mouth, he tugs my hair, forcing my gaze to his once more. My vision swims, and I feel some cum dribble from the corner of my mouth.
“Empty this on his cock. Show him what a good boy you are for me. Then come back here.”
I nod, pushing myself up on wobbly arms and stumbling toward Bane, who is watching us with a shimmering stare, spread out on a chair. I notice that he has blood on his neck and part of his shirt, but I ignore it. I just grab on to the arms of the chair and lean over, letting Anthony’s cum spill from my mouth onto his uncut dick.
Bane groans and then continues to work himself into a frenzy. I watch the slick of it slide down his length for a second before tripping my way back to Anthony. Before I get into bed, I kick off my pajama bottoms and crawl between his legs, my back against his chest.
“I’m a lucky fucking duck. Have the best boss,” Bane moans and then I hear his hand speed up, the squelch of Anthony’s release sliding across Bane’s cock.
“Fuck yes!” he shouts and then I hear him grunt.
But I’m not paying much attention to him. My eyes are closed and I’m just relishing the fact that Anthony is holding me, his hands sliding languidly up and down my chest, stopping occasionally to pluck at my nipples.
“Oh fuck, that was real nice. I feel better,” Bane says with a laugh. I listen as he zips his pants up and hops to his feet. One of my eyes pops open, and I peer at him before shutting it again.
“Now. Tell me. What did they say?” Anthony asks, his voice gruff, his hands gently stroking across my skin.
“Oh, fuck a duck. Right. That’s why I’m here. Those fuckers were hired out by Douglas Kennedy.”
“Thought so.”
“Didn’t take much to get them talking. They have no stamina. None. Saved their tongues for you too.”
“Hm. Good.”
“Can I keep playing with them?” Bane asks, and Anthony nods.
“I’ll be down tomorrow morning.”
“Perfect,” he says and then moves toward the bed, stopping near us.
“Thanks for that. You two are cute together,” he says as he ruffles my hair. “My little snack.”
Anthony huffs, and I grin.
“Thanks, Bane,” I say and then turn into Anthony slightly, feeling my entire body relax. I just want to sleep against him and wake to him holding me.
A door opens somewhere near the bathroom and then Bane is gone, leaving Anthony and me alone. I sigh as he continues to run his hands up and down my chest.
“Do you normally let Bane jack off in your room?”
“No. But he does what he wants.”
I hum in agreement. I barely know Bane and I know this about him. He’s a wild card, and yet really endearing.
“Are you really going to cut their tongues out?”
“Yes.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“I do.”
I sigh and then nestle into him. “Is it weird that I find that incredibly hot?”
He huffs out a small laugh and then shifts us further down the bed.
“No.”
“Can I stay here tonight?” I ask as he pulls the covers up over us.
“Yes.”
I turn into him more and let my hands slide up his strong chest, settling on the base of his neck, right where his pulse point is. I feel it thrumming under my fingers and let myself drift off, feeling safe and satiated.
I get another call from Brayden the next day, and I hit ignore. I honestly couldn’t care less to talk to him. I have Anthony now.
Not that I wanted Brayden after the way he treated me, how small he made me feel.
I don’t feel small with Anthony, that’s for sure. The way he claims me…
I shiver and feel my dick start to grow hard in my pants. Of course it does. It doesn’t stop. Just the thought of Anthony has me panting.
“Who was that?” the man of my obsession asks, peering over my shoulder as he stops behind me on the porch.
I shove my phone into my pocket and shrug.
“Just an annoying ex.”
Anthony’s eye twitches and his jaw tightens. “Brayden?”
I roll my lips between my teeth. “Perhaps.”
“Do I need to speak with him?”
“Oh my god, please don’t. Honestly, I don’t want him dead, Anthony,” I say with a laugh.
“No one said anything about dead,” he says lowly, his hand skirting around my waist. “But perhaps a trip is in order, with Bane. Just a friendly visit.”
“Oh my hell,” I say with a nervous laugh. “I swear. Do not.”
He doesn’t respond, but before I can tell him that he will absolutely not do anything of the sort, my phone rings loudly.
I hesitate to pull it out, but then when I peer at the screen, I see it’s my mom. I grin and answer it immediately. It’s been over a week since I’ve spoken with her, and I miss her.
“Hey, Mom!”
“Tatum-poo. My little Tater-Tot!”
“Please don’t call me that,” I say when I see Anthony’s lips twitch. My cheeks flush and I take a step away from him. Good fuck. He doesn’t need to be hearing any of that. How reprehensible. But I can’t really get mad at her. As embarrassing as they are, my mom and dad have been the best adoptive parents a kid could ask for.
“How are you, love? I haven’t heard from you in forever. I thought you were dead.”
“Jesus, I’m not dead. Just busy…with school.”
“Oh, of course you are, I was only joking. Paul! Paul! Come talk to Tatum-poo!” I can hear her yelling for my dad and I sigh, peering over at Anthony, who is watching me intently.
“Not a word,” I mouth and then remove my gaze from him when I see his lips start to twitch. Infernal man.
“Son? Tater? Poo bear?” my dad asks with a snort, and I roll my eyes, chuckling softly under my breath.
“Shut up, Dad. Don’t encourage her.”
“Ah, but you know how I like to rile her up. Gets her all huffy.”
“Paul!” I hear her screech, and I take a few steps away from Anthony, to the far side of the porch.
“How are you though? How’s school? Almost done? Have you sent us the graduation information?”
I peer over at Anthony and wonder if he’ll let me walk for the graduation ceremony. Honestly, I don’t know. We’ll have to discuss it because so far, I haven’t been able to leave the premises. Oh my god. Are my parents safe? I don’t fucking know.
Suddenly, my face feels hot and my heart is thumping too hard in my chest. I lean against the post and breathe deeply through my nose.
“Hey, Dad. I’m gonna go, but I’ll send you the graduation stuff, okay?”
“Yeah, you alright?”
“Mhm, just meeting some friends,” I lie and then tell him I love him before hanging up. As soon as I do, I turn to Anthony and his eyes darken.
“What? What happened?” he asks, stalking toward me.
I let out a shaky breath. “My parents. They’re gonna be safe, right? Like, oh my god. Nothing will happen to them, right?”
I feel his hands settle on my shoulders, and he grips me steadily.
“They’ll be fine. I already have cameras set up at their house and someone watching them.”
My eyes widen and my mouth falls agape. “What the hell?”
His fingers start to slowly massage my tense muscles and despite knowing I need to be appalled by his behavior, I just can’t be mad about it. He is Anthony Costello, mob boss. I shouldn’t have expected anything less.
“They’re safe. Don’t worry. Rafe is there with them.”
I don’t know who the fuck that is, but I’m glad someone is looking out for them.
“If my mom has any hint of Rafe lurking, she’s going to drag him in and feed him.”
“It’s already happened. She thought he was homeless.”
I snort and see Anthony’s eyes twinkle. “To be fair, he was in his car quite often this last week.”
My lips are pulled between my teeth, and I nod. “Thank you. Really. Thank you, Anthony.”
“I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you or those you care about. I promise.”
My eyes start to sting, my vision slightly wavy.
“Thank you.”
He nods and his hands leave my shoulders, falling to his sides. I see his fists clench and I fight the urge to push myself into him, right into that strong chest. This infatuation is getting out of hand.
Maybe I’ll give Teddy a hug when I see him. He seems like he could use one.
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
“Why don’t we invite them over?”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head. “That would be a terrible idea. My mother is a meddler.”
Anthony’s eyes sparkle. “Is that so?”
“Yes, you don’t want her here. I promise.”
He runs a hand across his face. “I think we should extend the invite, especially because you won’t be attending your graduation.”
“Is that so?” I’m not even mad about it. I don’t want to put anyone at risk because I’m being stubborn about attending a graduation ceremony.
His lips twitch at the bite in my voice. “I’ll contact them and let them know, and I’ll have Connie make up a room for them for a few weeks from now.”
“Anthony Costello, I will murder you.”
He moves toward me, his hand cupping the front of my neck gently. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
My pulse kicks up, and I hold in a moan. Suddenly, his hand is gone and his lip curls up at the corner. “I have business to attend to, but I look forward to meeting your parents.”
Well, fuck.