10. Faustino
Faustino
The Fendi mansion loomed at the end of the winding drive, an elegant silhouette against the gray afternoon sky.
Faustino guided his motorcycle up the gravel path, the engine’s throaty rumble reverberating off the Italian stone walls draped in ivy.
As Faustino stopped, he felt the crisp air, laced with the scent of pine from the dense woods that circled the estate. But this wasn’t a time to stand around taking in the scenery. It was time to get down to business…
It wasn’t long after entering the house that Faustino heard familiar voices. From down the hall, the study beckoned and it was clear that Michael and Matteo were already in full swing.
Faustino’s gut churned as he approached.
He’d gotten their reassurances over the phone two nights ago: they both swore that they knew nothing about the hit at the warehouse.
No one in the family had ordered it, they said.
And Faustino wanted more than anything to believe them.
But if they weren’t behind it, why the hell hadn’t they shown up like they’d promised?
Faustino needed answers, and he wasn’t leaving without them – dead, or alive…
The study door creaked as Faustino shoved it open, the sound sharp against the soft crackle of the fireplace within.
Matteo stood by the hearth, a whisky in his hand, the fire’s flames casting flickering shadows across his face.
Michael sat behind the imposing desk, arms crossed over his black suit, not giving much away.
“Glad you could make it,” Matteo said, his voice smooth but on edge. “Drink?”
“Cut the shit,” Faustino snapped, staying by the door, his hands jammed in his pockets to keep them from balling into fists. “You said you’d be at the warehouse. I nearly took a bullet or ten to my body. Start talking...”
Michael straightened, exchanging a quick glance with Matteo. “We didn’t set you up, brother. You’ve got our word on that. Blood to blood.”
“Your word’s only good if it explains why you left me hanging,” Faustino shot back, his eyes darting between them. “Someone knew I’d be there alone. Someone who wanted me dead. If it wasn’t you, then who?”
“We were delayed,” Matteo said. “A meeting with Vito Russo. West Coast business. He’s angling for an alliance.
Big money, bigger stakes. He’s private as hell though, you know that.
No phones, no messages, nothing. We ran over by two hours.
By the time we got out, you were gone, and the warehouse was empty. ”
Faustino’s jaw clenched, his mind racing, trying to figure this all out.
“And you didn’t think to check why I wasn’t answering?” Faustino asked. “Someone took a shot at me. Well, a shit-ton of shots. And you’re telling me you still don’t know who?”
“That’s the kicker. We don’t know.” Michael said. “And that’s not good for any of us. No chatter on the streets, no leads from our street spies. It’s like it came out of thin air. Which means…”
“There might be a rat,” Matteo finished, his voice dropping low. “Someone close, feeding info. That hit wasn’t random. There’s no way. If they knew you’d be there alone, they’re playing a deeper game.”
Faustino paced a few steps.
A rat in the family? It wasn’t unthinkable. Loyalty could turn sour faster than milk in this life. And yet… he’d fought beside these men, bled for them, taken over the family empire with them.
“So what’s the move?” Faustino asked. “And I want back in on the decisions. I’m done being the guy you send out to take the hits while you two play business with a West Coast boss.”
Matteo shook his head, stepping closer.
“Not yet. Right now, it’s better if it looks like there’s a rift between us,” Matteo said.
“Let our enemies think we’re cracking. Let’s see how they move, who they reach out to.
It gives us the upper hand. You’re still in, Faustino.
But we need you out there causing a decoy, not up here calling shots. ”
Faustino’s fists tightened in his pockets. He hated being sidelined, left to dangle like bait while the so-called other bosses pulled the strings. But Matteo’s reasoning made sense. A fake split could draw out the traitor, give them a target to aim at.
“Fine,” Faustino growled. “But the second we know who’s behind this, I’m handling it my way. No negotiations.”
“Deal,” Michael said. “We’re still a team, brother. Just playing it smart is all.”
Faustino didn’t respond, and instead simply turned for the door.
Faustino was sure he was safe with Matteo and Michael now. But things still felt sore. Faustino needed something softer, something real to pull him out of this mess… and he knew exactly where to find it.
The Bubble Palace’s nap room was a world apart from the dark hallways and even darker history of the Fendi mansion.
As Faustino leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze softened as it settled on Reece in the play area.
The playroom was a pastel dream. Walls painted a soothing lavender, dotted with fluffy white clouds that seemed to float in the dim light.
Beanbags in bright pinks, blues, and yellows sprawled across the thickly carpeted floor.
The sight of Littles cradling their stuffies and clutching bottles or blankies, made even a wildman like Faustino want to give up his life for something more sedate.
Over on the other side, Reece was a whirlwind of joy, laughing as he darted around a foam pirate ship with Benjamin.
The boy’s romper hugged him tightly as he bounced, his hair flopping everywhere as he dodged a soft ball that Kyan tossed in his direction.
The three collapsed into a giggling heap, arms and legs tangled, and Faustino felt a reluctant smile come over his face.
Damn, he’s something else.
I didn’t think it was possible after Justin.
But… no, don’t say it. It’s too soon.
Faustino was brought out of his thoughts as Reece spotted him, his face lighting up with joy.
“Daddy!” Reece giggled, scrambling up and running over, throwing his arms around his waist in a hug that nearly knocked him back. “You’re here!”
“Where else would I be?” Faustino laughed, ruffling his hair, the softness of it making him feel warm inside. “You having fun out there?”
“ Uh-huh! We’re pirates, and I’m the captain!” Reece said as he puffed out his chest, hands on his hips. Reece grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the nap room. “But I’m getting sleepy now. Can we have… milkies?”
Faustino let Reece lead him, sinking onto a oversized beanbag in the corner. The room’s gentle sound of rhythmic waves wrapped around them both like a cocoon. Faustino grabbed a warm milk bottle from the heater by the wall, testing it on his wrist before handing it to him.
“Here you go, sweet boy. Drink up,” Faustino said, watching with glee as Reece latched onto the bottle’s teat as he climbed into his lap.
“ Fank you, Daddy,” Reece mumbled as he suckled, his voice heavy with sleep.
“Don’t mention it, baby boy” Faustino murmured. His own eyes grew heavy, the ocean waves playing through the room’s speakers and his soft breaths pulling him down into his own relaxation.
Soon they were both drifting off together.
For now, the world… and all its danger and drama… could wait.
After a wonderful play, milk bottle, and nap at the Bubble Palace, both Faustino and Reece were feeling full of life as they walked back toward Faustino’s car.
With his motorcycle not the ideal way to travel around with an apparent target on his head, Faustino was happy enough to use his armor plated SUV – especially if it meant that he and Reece could make their own fun in the back seat…
“Sit on my lap,” Faustino said, patting his leg as Reece stepped into the rear seats next to him.
“Yes, Daddy,” Reece answered, an unmistakable look of arousal in his face as he scanned Faustino up and down.
Faustino smiled, his eyes suddenly full of desire as he saw the unmistakable stiffening of Reece’s cock poking out from his shorts.
As Reece clambered onto his lap, Faustino wasted no time in drawing him in close for a kiss. And as soon as their lips met, it was like a damn burst…
“Daddy, Daddy, I’ve wanted this so much,” Reece said in between breaths as Faustino’s tongue lapped over his plump lips.
“Same,” Faustino replied, his cock already rock-hard and the sensation of Reece’s lips driving him wilder with every taste. “Are you ready to give Daddy your mouth?”
Reece gasped and his eyes lit up as he backed away and watched as Faustino unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to reveal his jet-black trunks.
“Take them down,” Faustino barked, his Daddy Dom side kicking in to full effect. “Take them down and then swallow me whole.”
Reece didn’t waste a second in following his Daddy’s orders.
Faustino grunted as Reece gripped his rock-hard hard Daddy dick with both hands and eased his wet mouth over his wide, purple dick head before slowly but surely moving his hands away as his mouth sunk all the way to the bottom.
Although he could see that his manhood was quite literally a mouthful to handle, Faustino loved how submissive and determined to please him Reece was.
With each splutter and wet sloshing sound, Faustino was getting closer to release.
Reece might have been a fun loving Little, but he certainly knew what he was doing when it came to giving pleasure too…
“Faster,” Faustino grunted, taking Reece by his hair and guiding him to increase his speed.
“Yes, Daddy,” Reece gargled, his mouth full of cock and spit and saliva dribbling out the sides as he worked faster and brought his Daddy close to the edge.
And with one final suck and flick of his tongue, Reece did indeed bring Faustino to a big, powerful climax as he shot his seed deep inside his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Faustino said, his muscular legs tensing and stiffening as his cock twitched and continued to fire creamy beads of cum in Reece’s mouth.
Once he was done, Faustino gently ran his hand over Reece’s hair and eased him off his cock.
“ Yum ,” Reece said, giggling as he swallowed Faustino’s seed. “That was… awesome.”
“Damn, I don’t know what I was expecting but that was something else,” Faustino grinned, a post-orgasmic glaze coming over his eyes.
“Hopefully it doesn’t take me too long to recover.
The last thing we need is any nosey sonofabitch wondering what’s going on inside here. Too late for that though, right?”
The two of them laughed.
Faustino knew that the playdate and the sexy fun after were a great escape, but the real challenges were still out in there in the world. And they weren’t going away any time soon either.
In fact, the next threat was only just around the corner…