Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
R am chilled on the couch watching mindless television after he’d gotten ready, while he waited on Doc and Saint to arrive. He was just about to call when there was a knock on the door. “Hey,” he greeted, softly as he stepped back to let Doc in.
“Hey sorry, Saint got called into work so I dropped him off,” Doc said with a grimace.
Ram smiled and shook his head. “It’s all good, Kade’s taking a nap, I’ll be back in a bit. Have him call me if he needs me.”
Doc raised a brow and smirked. “A nap huh?” He wiggled his brows and chuckled at Ram’s smile.
Ram took a deep breath. “See if you can get him to open up a little, I want to make sure I’m doing right by him, but he’s not very open with his feelings.”
Doc snorted. “I will do my best, he seems happier now that you’re with him, but I know he’s bottled a lot of stuff over the years.”
Ram nodded his thanks and grabbed his keys on his way out of the door. He made it to Franco’s with a minute to spare, thanking God the traffic was light. Nothing pissed Alejandro off more than being late.
“Ram.” Alejandro greeted him from his position, sitting at the table with his back to the wall.
Ram could see a few guys in suits standing close by, and knew they were security for the mobster. “Ali, how’re you?” He sat across from him, and was saddened to see the bags under the younger man’s eyes. Alejandro needed a keeper, but finding one who would respect the man’s submission was damn near impossible.
Ali leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his wide muscular chest. “I don’t think you asked me here for pleasantries, so why don’t you cut to the chase and tell me what you want.”
Ram raised a brow and lowered his voice so the guards wouldn’t overhear. “Boy I will take you across my knee right now if you don’t watch that tone.” He could see Ali’s eye’s dilate with lust as he licked his lips, and his eyes darted back and forth to check and see if anyone had heard.
Ali grunted in response. “What can I help you with, Ram?”
Ram nodded and smiled at the cranky man, he pulled out the file he’d made regarding Carnage and passed it over. “My boy’s brother has been missing for decades. I just want to see if you have anyone that could locate him. My boy has been searching, but he’s ex-military and while he hasn’t exactly followed the law with trying to find him, he’s not you. He doesn’t have your connections.”
Ali opened the folder, using it as an excuse to hide his anger. Ram had been the only one he could trust with his secret. The man was always down to play and now that was gone as well. He didn’t love Ram but he cared about the man, and he was so damn envious to hear the man was no longer available. “Missing or dead?”
Ram sighed, raking his hand through his hair. “We have no idea, my boy and his brother were sold for drugs when they were kids. Carnage helped my boy, Kade, escape, but when the police raided the warehouse Carnage was missing, he’s never been found. Ali, I just want to give my boy peace of mind, he’s really struggling with this, and finding out he has more siblings and that his sister was killed. I would really appreciate any help you could offer me on this.”
Ali met Ram’s pleading blue eyes, and nodded. “I’ll have my best men on it, I’ll contact you if I find anything.” He closed the file and started to stand, and was stopped by Ram’s hand on his arm.
“I have someone I would like you to meet,” Ram told him softly.
Ali narrowed his eyes as he studied Ram, before he nodded and dismissed his security as they walked to the parking lot. “I’ll follow you.” Was all he said before he got in the back of his bulletproof SUV and the driver nodded to Ram in greeting.
Ram pulled out and made sure the driver was following him before he started the ten minute drive to Ronin’s. Ronin lived on several acres and had a run down house on it that he’d bought at auction to fix up. The driveway was a little disastrous with all the fallen trees, and he hoped Ali continued to follow him and didn’t just bail. “You okay?” he asked Ali when the man joined him on the front porch. His driver would stay in the car until he was needed again when Ali was ready to go.
“Where are we?” Ali demanded.
“My friend Ronin’s house, sorry about the look. He bought it a few months ago, and is renovating it.” He led Ali up to the front door and knocked.
“Ram how’s Kade…” Ronin’s voice cut off as he opened the door and got a good look at Ram’s companion. He blinked a few times then looked directly at Ram. “You brought me a baby mobster?”
Ram snorted, as Ali growled. “Be nice, Ronin.”
“Dude I’m a cop, I’m never nice.”
Ram tensed as Ali jerked away from them, looking at him with hurt in his eyes, thinking Ram had betrayed him. Before Ram could speak, Ronin beat him to it.
“Relax, I’m off duty. I know who you are and I know what you’re trying to do. You won’t get shit from me just because of how you were raised,” Ronin assured him, gesturing them both in. “Can I get y’all anything to drink?”
Ram shook his head. “Nah, we just ate.”
“Okay, so who’s this boy you want me to meet?” Ronin grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against his unfinished kitchen counter. It was nothing more than an ugly hunk of wood, but at least it was sturdy.
Ram raised a brow and looked pointedly at Alejandro.
Ronin couldn’t help himself, he laughed. “You’ve got to be fucking joking, there’s no way in hell he’s a boy.” He immediately regretted his words when he saw hurt flash through Alejandro’s eyes before they went dead and cold and the man turned and walked out.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Ram demanded shoving Ronin back when he stood up straight. “I bring you a man who needs some care and you treat him like that?”
Ronin cursed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it the way it came out, I just didn’t expect it.” He brushed past Ram. “I’ll apologize to him.” He rushed out of the front door and grabbed Alejandro’s arm to stop him before he reached his car. “I’m sorry.”
Alejandro whirled on him, all the pain and anger and abuse he’d suffered all his life came rushing to the surface and he wanted nothing more than to level the man. “Get your hands off me now.” He said the words slowly through clenched teeth.
Ronin immediately released him and backed up with his hands raised in supplication. “I want to apologize, I didn’t mean it the way it came out. It’s just surprising, but I should have thought before I said something.”
Alejandro stared at the man, not moving an inch. He had hoped he could talk Ram into a scene tonight, things were getting worse day by day and he desperately needed the release. The man in front of him was a gorgeous brute, tall, muscular, and scarred. He could see the uneven skin starting on the man’s cheek, down his neck and even on his upper arm that he got glimpses of when he moved and his shirt sleeve rode up. The man’s dark hair was damp and plastered to his forehead and the back of his neck as his calculating blue eyes studied him in return.
Hurting the feelings of one of the most dangerous men in the world was probably not a good idea, but he’d always been an idiot who spoke first and dealt with the consequences later on. “Please, come back inside and let me start over. Ram said you needed a scene but you needed it kept non-existent.”
Alejandro’s heart thumped painfully as he thought about the ecstasy the big man could give him. Ronin was more than a few inches taller than him, and while he was definitely packing more muscle, Alejandro wasn’t a slouch next to him. He chewed on the corner of his lip as he thought, while he was still stinging from Ronin’s careless words, he had no idea when he would ever get the chance to relax and let go again.
“Don’t bite your lip like that, boy.” Ronin didn’t even think before he moved, but he subconsciously moved so the driver couldn’t see what he was doing, as he fingered the man’s abused lips. “Leave these gorgeous lips alone alright, you wanna bite something, bite me… I kinda deserve it.”
Alejandro scoffed, batted away Ronin’s hands and returned to the house, leaving the man to follow him or not.
“Are you okay?” Ram asked him softly when he came back into the kitchen.
Alejandro would always adore the man for giving him a chance and looking past who he was to take care of him. He nodded. It would take him a bit to get over his hurt, but he could lick his wounds later.
“I apologized,” Ronin grumbled. “I’m really not a bad guy. I’m just an asshole.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. “I’m gonna take a shower, if you’re still here when I’m done we’ll talk about boundaries, if not, then I understand.” He knocked his knuckles on the counter as he passed, tugging his shirt over his head as he headed into his bedroom. He smirked at the smothered groan, and stripped before hopping in the shower, enjoying the cold water as it warmed up.
“Do you want to leave? I never would have brought you here had I known he would react that way,” Ram said as soon as Ronin was out of earshot.
“I know,” Alejandro sighed deeply. “But let’s be real. When am I ever going to have another chance to let go?”
In a matter of seconds the head of a mafia family wasn’t in front of him anymore, it was the lost little boy just trying to survive. Ram pulled him into his arms. “I’m so sorry, Ali.”
“Not your fault,” he mumbled into Ram’s neck. The man had always been warm and strong and he’d thank any God that would listen to him, for the older man’s friendship. It had been his saving grace many times over the years. Now that his mother was gone, Ram was really the only one that kept him going. They may not talk often but Ram seemed to have a knack for knowing when he was about to lose his shit and would call him up.
“I’m staying for the scene, if it even happens,” Ram assured the man in his arms.
“Thank you.”
A few minutes later Ronin returned.
Ali damn near swallowed his tongue. The asshole just had to be fucking gorgeous, didn’t he? Muscles upon muscles made up his whole body. Thick dark hair covered his torso from his collar bones to the enticing angles of his hips and into the gym shorts he’d pulled on. The hair was patchy on the right side where he could see the molten misshaped skin that traveled all the way down his hip to his leg, stopping below his knee. He wanted to know what had happened, but he wouldn’t ask the man for anything.
Ronin gestured to the partially finished living room and placed the sheets of paper he had down on the coffee table before he nodded for them to sit. “Here’s a standard contract, read over it. Mark your hard, and soft limits, and put a question mark next to the ones you’re not sure about.”
Ali refrained from rolling his eyes at the man, this wasn’t his first rodeo. He knew what the hell he was doing. His mouth went dry as he read the words. This wasn’t a normal contract, or at least not one he’d ever seen. The one at the club that he’d signed when he’d started and played with Ram was a simple list compared to the pages of things on the packet of papers Ronin had handed him.
Ram grunted. “It’s not a standard one, it’s more in depth.”
Ronin rolled his eyes. “It should be the standard.”
“I agree on that,” Ram mumbled, as he watched Ali’s face drain of color. “What’s wrong?” He leaned forward reading over Ali’s shoulder. He rolled his lips inward to keep from laughing, the boy had gotten to the fisting section. “Not your cup of tea?”
“Would never trust someone enough for that.” Ali looked up, meeting Ram’s eyes. “Not even you.”
Ram nodded in understanding. He could see that, even though he knew Ali trusted him, during their scenes the man never really let all his walls down.
Ali took his time going through every page and every single word making sure he understood. He marked hard limit for most of the options before he looked up at Ronin. “Do you have a copy of yours?”
Ronin nodded. “Are you done with yours?”
Ali nodded and handed his over while taking Ronin’s to read. It seemed this was Ronin’s normal contract, everything was filled out with actual answers instead of just marking it a hard limit. Their limits seemed to align enough that they could at least do a scene that would take the edge off. “Now what?”
Ronin sighed. “That’s up to you. If you would like to do a scene we can.”
“How far?”
Ronin shrugged. “As far as you want? Top or bottom?”
Ali blinked, confused, before looking at Ram.
Ram smirked at him.
“W… what?”
Ronin snorted. “I may be an asshole, but I can enjoy a good dick every now and then.”
Ram threw his head back and laughed.
“What exactly do you need from me tonight, Alejandro?” Ronin asked as Ram continued to wheeze like a dying walrus.
Ali licked his lips, before he sighed. He really didn’t want to tell this man anything, but at this point he was so on edge that if he didn’t get some relief he would do something incredibly stupid. Like pissing off the allies he had in the seedy underworld. He grunted, running his hands through his hair. He shouldn’t be here, he was supposed to be going over some contracts for the new outreach he was starting in his community. His father had been a bastard who thought controlling people by fear was the way to go. He was his father’s son, but he was also his mother’s son. That was his father’s favorite thing to scream at him when he would beat the shit out of him, that he was worthless just like his mother. He was too soft and not worthy to be Estanfo Bianchi’s son. He just wanted to make his mother proud, she’d never treated him like he was different and when he’d come out to her when he was thirteen she’d done nothing more than pull him into her arms and tell him she loved him no matter what. She’d cautioned him as he’d gotten older to hide his proclivities, she’d been afraid his father would kill him if he knew. “This is a bad idea.” He stood and headed for the door.
Ram followed him, Ronin close behind.
“Ali, can you tell me what you’re thinking?” Ram asked softly as he saw the younger man pacing back and forth in front of the door.
“This is a bad idea. I should be able to deal with it.” Ali’s voice rose with his panic.
Ram eased closer but didn’t touch him. “You know that’s not how it works.” Ram tried to calm Ali before he hit the point of no return. He’d been urging the boy for years to see a therapist for his anxiety, but so far it had been met with the utmost refusal. The man had thrown a tantrum worthy of a toddler being told no.
“It’s stupid,” Ali barked.
Ram sighed. If Ali didn’t settle down soon he would have to take control. Ali was a submissive through and through and he hated to push the man’s mindset when he was upset. It sent him deep into his submissive subspace and he always felt like he was in trouble. Pulling Ali out of that subspace was hell on the younger man, he’d never been brought out gently, and while the man would slit his throat if he said it out loud, he was delicate sometimes.
Ronin could see that the younger man was struggling with something, and he paused to watch the interaction between the two men. How gentle Ram was being with the mafia man was confusing at first until he noticed the tears in the man’s eyes. He met Ram’s eyes and then moved forward, backing the younger man up against the wall.
“Back off,” Ali growled. He hated it when men did this to him, he always felt claustrophobic and like he couldn’t breathe.
Ronin jerked his head at Ram, silently telling the man they needed a few moments. Thankfully Ram seemed to understand and backed away towards the living room, out of earshot but still in eyesight. “Take a deep breath for me, Ali,” he urged softly.
Ali had the overwhelming urge to kick the man in the shin. He couldn’t draw in a deep breath with the asshole crowding him against the wall now could he? Well apparently his body had other plans because it listened to the big man, drawing air deep into his lungs, along with the scent of bergamot, warm skin and leather on an ocean breeze. Ali narrowed his eyes. He could not want to submit to this man. Absolutely not. He didn’t do assholes very well.
“Good boy,” Ronin praised softly. He could see Ali’s eyes clear from the haze of panic.
Oh, that was nice, being praised, he liked that. Ali wanted to smack himself. Of course he liked it. He knew enough to know he craved shit because he never got it as a child.
“I need to know your limits, for tonight,” Ronin said. “How far do you want to go?” He could see the panic rising in the man’s face once more. “I’m just gonna ask questions, a simple yes or no will work, but I can’t just do what I want without knowing you very well.”
Ali nodded hesitantly.
“Bondage?”
Ali shook his head.
“Blindfold?”
Another head shake.
“Blowjobs? Handjobs?”
Ali nodded.
“Penetration? Fingers or cock?”
“For who?” Ali croaked.
“Either,” Ronin assured him.
“I don’t top, unless I have to.”
Ronin raised a brow. “Have too?”
Ali shrugged. “I attract twink’s like shit attracts flies.” He wrung his hands. “Sometimes I have to pretend so my men don’t start to question my leadership.”
Ronin nodded, understandingly. “So what will send you flying every time? What can I give you tonight to help?”
Ali swallowed, roughly. He really wished the man would go back to being an asshole. He knew how to deal with that, not this sweet, caring shit. “Just a hard fuck.”
Ronin cocked his head as he studied the younger man, there was definitely something he wasn’t saying. He was so far gone tonight Ronin was actually glad Ram was here. What he was about to do was extremely dangerous and he would smack the shit out of another Dom if they ever tried this. “Safe words?”
Ali sighed in relief. “I use the light system.”
“Couch or bedroom?” Ronin asked. He already knew what the answer would be. The bedroom would be too much of an emotional thing for Ali so he just smirked when the man gestured towards the couch. He directed Ali back to the couch while he went to grab the supplies they would need. When he came back out Ali was standing stiffly by the couch, looking down at his feet. He raised a brow to Ram in question.
Ram just looked back at him before he took pity on him and mouthed the words. ‘Take control.’
Ronin nodded, before setting the supplies on the table and sitting on the couch. “Come here, boy.” He patted his lap so Ali would know exactly where he wanted him. The change in the man’s demeanor was amazing. The young boy in front of him was all wide blinking eyes and nervously lip biting. “I won’t ask again, boy.” He put a little more bass in his voice.
Ali hesitantly moved towards Ronin, shooting uncertain glances at Ram who nodded to him in encouragement.
It made Ronin’s heart hurt with how uneasy Ali was. Like he desperately wanted what Ronin could give him, but the boy was so convinced it was a joke and that he wouldn’t really get what he needed, instead he would just be ridiculed and tossed aside. He waited patiently while Ali edged closer and eased down beside him. “Is that where I asked you to sit?” He kept his voice light, he didn’t want to make Ali think he was upset with him. He met the boy’s nervous gaze and raised a brow. He wouldn’t force the boy, but he had no idea how much dominance he should use. He looked over at Ram again, who nodded. Quick as a striking snake he reached out and grabbed Ali’s hair, yanking him into his lap. Their mouths brushed as he spoke. “Now, that’s better isn’t it?” He could feel the boy’s hard cock brushing his own as he panted. “Now you have two options: I can suck your cock while I get you ready or you can suck mine while I get you ready.”
“Y… you,” Ali gasped out as he rutted against Ronin’s strong thigh.
“You want me to suck you?” Ronin asked just to be clear. He was down for it, he’d love to get that dick in his mouth.
Ali grunted and shook his head, then looked down as far as he could and licked his lips.
“You want to suck me?”
Ali nodded eagerly.
Ronin nodded. “If you want me to stop, tap my thigh.” He wasted no time stripping them both down before he hauled Ali back into his lap and flipped him. Ali’s hands held himself up on Ronin’s thighs as his legs rested on the man’s shoulders and the back of the couch.
Ali hummed before he sucked the head of that magnificent dick into his mouth, enjoying the grunt he got from the big man in return.
Ronin tried to focus but the intense suction on his dick made his eyes want to cross in pleasure. God the boy was a champion cocksucker. He was going to take his time opening the boy up, but he didn’t have the patience anymore. He slathered some slick on his fingers and pushed one in past the ring of muscle, and sought out his prostate. The gurgle and the throat constriction on his dick told him he’d hit the mark. He wasted no time adding more fingers until he had four easily sliding in and out of the boy before he turned him back around. “You want it, take it,” he ordered. He kept his hands on the man’s waist as he shifted on his knees to reach back and grab Ronin’s dick. He stopped him before Ali could take him in. “Condom,” he rasped. He’d completely forgotten about that and reached over to the table to grab it. He quickly put it on having to breathe deeply so he didn’t set himself off prematurely. “Alright boy go ahead.” He let out a deep groan as the warm wet heat enveloped him. It had been too damn long since he’d been with anyone, he’d tested the boy and he’d passed. He hadn’t put on a shirt after his shower wanting to get an honest reaction when Ali saw him for the first time, and other than a cursory glance he hadn’t seen any fear, disgust or pity in the man’s eyes. Leave it to him to find the only boy in a five hundred mile radius that he meshed well with, and him be a fucking mafia prince. He could see Ali was getting tired in this position and tapped his thigh. “Hands and knees, over the armrest,” he ordered and watched in amusement as the boy damn near fell over himself to get into position. How long had it been since the boy had been taken care of? He couldn’t imagine it was easy trying to fulfill his needs when he was watched constantly. He knelt behind Ali, and ran his hands gently over the scars on Ali’s back as he shifted into position and thrust forward. He hadn’t even paid attention to the man’s body. Which was weird for him considering he was intimate with the guy, but this had really started out as a pity fuck, not that he would ever say that shit out loud. He was paying attention now, Ali’s body was gorgeous. He had the smooth olive skin that you would normally picture when you thought of an Italian man. His black hair was full and wavy on his head and his beard was bushy and shiny and he really wanted to run his fingers through it. He really loved the feel of a beard on his skin. Ali’s body was thick but compact, much like a boxers. He traced each scar he could see across Ali’s back; some were jagged while some were straight with several scattered circles around his shoulders and lower back. “Uh, uh,” he tsked when Ali tried to straighten. He could imagine he was making the man uncomfortable and wanted to kick himself, this wasn’t about his curiosity, it was about giving the man the release he so desperately needed. He palmed the back of Ali’s neck and tangled his fingers in his hair, before leaning over him and snapping his hips.
“Yes!” Ali screamed, as he scrambled to find purchase on the couch. The armrest was digging into his stomach uncomfortably, but as soon as Ronin’s dick hit his prostate he didn’t give a fuck what the man did to him as long as he fucked him while he did it.
Ronin tugged on Ali’s hair making his back arch as he thrust in part way and swirled his hips before pulling back out and repeating.
“More,” Ali begged.
“Do you deserve more?” Ronin asked, brushing his lips over Ali’s ear as he spoke, grinning at the full body shiver the man couldn’t hold back. He expected Ali to do more begging but he wasn’t prepared for the panic to flash through the man’s beautiful emerald eyes before the shutter fell and he froze.
“Red.”
Ram moved forward kneeling in front of Ali, as Ronin pulled out and moved back to give him some space. “It’s okay, Ali.” Ram gently touched the man’s cheek. “He didn’t mean it as a joke, he wouldn’t make you beg just to turn around and not give you what you need.” He continued to touch Ali’s face as the man’s breath ticked up. “You’re safe, I promise.”
Ronin narrowed his eyes as he studied Ali’s body language, the man had completely shut down. “What did I say?” he asked, softly.
Ram sighed. “He’s got a lot of trauma with wanting things, you asking him if he ‘deserves more’ is a trigger. He thinks you’re just going to make him beg then ridicule him or leave him hanging.”
“Oh, no baby, I wouldn’t do that to you.” Ronin grabbed Ali, pulling the man into his lap and palming the back of his head until he rested it on his shoulder.
Ram moved back to his chair hoping Ronin could save the night, he didn’t know what he would do if this didn’t work out but he wouldn’t leave Ali to his own devices.
“I’m sorry boy, I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way,” Ronin said softly, as he rubbed their scruffy cheeks together.
Ali laid stiffly against Ronin, not really wanting to trust the big man, but he was so damn touch starved he couldn’t make himself move. The warmth the big man was giving off was a balm to his cold soul. He would never tell him but even though he looked scary the big man was so sweet, like his very own teddy bear. He wanted to snort at the thought but was able to hold it back.
“I know you said red, but I will give you the option to continue, no more games or edging I’ll get you off then give you the aftercare you need,” Ronin murmured. He didn’t want to push Ali, but he felt really bad about hurting the younger man.
Ali really wanted to trust the man but he didn’t think he had it in him right now, he was too close to the edge, his littler side coming too close for comfort. He peered over at Ram, who nodded and gave him a gentle smile of encouragement. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, slamming the door to his feelings closed and nodded. “Okay.”
“You sure? Look me in the eyes and tell me,” Ronin ordered, he wouldn’t push Ali, but he also wouldn’t just take his word for it. The man could have him killed easily and Ronin was man enough to admit that, and it was fucking hot and he had no idea why. Maybe he should get his head checked.
Ali looked up. “Let’s finish this.”
Ronin smirked as he felt Ali’s cock, which had softened, pulse against his stomach. He turned the boy back over and promised himself he would give Ali the night of his life.