12. Faustino
Faustino
Faustino watched as a naked Reece writhed on the couch, visibly aroused, his hips bucking back and forth in a display of pure lust.
“On all fours,” Faustino commanded. “Get down onto the floor and follow Daddy. I want to see you crawling by my side. Now !”
“Yes, Daddy,” Reece replied, totally submissive and ready to please his master.
Faustino watched with delight as Reece duly got onto all fours and crawled alongside him as he walked from the living area into the bedroom.
With his hard cock standing proud and bouncing as he walked, Faustino could sense Reece’s hungry eyes glancing up at him as he crawled. But Faustino was going to keep him waiting for just a little longer before giving the boy what he desired more than anything else in the world.
Faustino nudged Reece toward the large window on the opposite side of his bedroom and stood behind him as the pair of them looked out onto the city.
“I could fuck you right here and now,” Faustino said. “I could let the whole city watch as I make you mine. Would you like that?”
Reece gasped and nodded his head, too aroused to speak.
The pair of them had discussed their relationship and past history and had already decided that no protection would be required when the moment came.
Faustino crouched behind Reece and parted his ass cheeks and ran his tongue over Reece’s exposed ass hole and then down toward his balls and back up again.
“ Mmmph , wow,” Reece spluttered, his legs quivering as Faustino continued to use his tongue to full effect. ‘D-D-D-D-Daddy…”
Faustino smiled as he dipped his fingers in some nearby lube and then eased his fingers inside Reece’s ass, preparing him for the inevitable moment that his large, wide cock would enter him.
“Like that?” Faustino asked, spitting on Reece’s ass hole to add even more natural lubrication as the boy pushed back and forth on his fingers.
“I like it,” Reece said, moaning with delight as his round butt bounced back and forth, his cock already beginning to feel like it wasn’t a million miles away from climaxing.
“Now let’s see if you like this,” Faustino declared.
Faustino stood up and picked Reece up in his arms, the pair of them standing side-on to the large window that looked out onto the sprawling metropolis below.
Faustino wanted to take his boy in front of the city, but he also wanted to make eye contact with him while he was doing it too.
This was the perfect position, and it was clear from the look of wild desire on Reece’s face that he was more than ready for it to happen.
“I want this. I want it more than anything ,” Reece said, the tip of Faustino’s dick head pressed up against his wet ass hole as he held Reece out in front of him.
Faustino grunted as Reece wrapped his arms tight around his shoulders and writhed tantalizingly over him, his cock rubbing up and down on his ass.
“Well you’re going to get it,” Faustino growled, seizing the moment and guiding Reece slowly but surely all the way down his thick, solid as a rock Daddy dick.
Reece gasped as his ass took every inch of Faustino, and it wasn’t long before the pair of them were working in perfect harmony.
Faustino and Reece began to kiss passionately as Faustino’s strong arms gave Reece the perfect support to bounce, wriggle, writhe, and gyrate on his enormous manhood.
“Harder! Faster!” Faustino commanded, his voice leaving no doubt that these were direct orders and had to be obeyed without question.
As Reece began to work up a head of steam, Faustino began to thrust upward too, keeping his balance by leaning back against the wall behind him.
“Daddy… Daddy… I’m… I’m…” Reece screamed, his eyes rolling back in his head momentarily as he orgasmed, his entire body shaking and twitching as Faustino came too and shot his thick, salty load deep inside him.
“Fuck, more, more, harder,” Faustino grunted, determined that the pair of them would have the most satisfying and earth shattering climaxes possible.
Reece did as he was told and the two of them fucked right until there was nothing left for either of them to give.
When they were done, Faustino carried Reece and lay him down on the bed.
Together, the pair of them simply lied in one another’s arms. No words were needed, but Faustino wanted to make sure that Reece was okay – after all, this was their first time together…
“Baby boy, I just want to-” Faustino said.
“Daddy, I loved it,” Reece replied, cutting Faustino off before he could get to his question. “It was everything .”
Faustino smiled.
Suddenly, all his and Reece’s difficulties seemed a million miles away. It was time to rest, recuperate, and leave life’s problems for later…
The hotel bar downstairs from Faustino’s suite was a dimly lit sanctuary, a stark contrast to the chaos in the city outside.
The bar’s decor was all dark elegance. With its deep burgundy walls, leather booths with brass studs, and a row of pendant lights casting pools of amber glow across the polished wood floor, it was the kind of place that suited late night meetings.
And it was late. Very late, in fact.
The place was nearly deserted, save for a lone bartender polishing glasses behind the mahogany counter and a couple of stragglers nursing drinks in the corner, minding their own business.
The air hummed with the low drone of jazz from hidden speakers, the notes weaving through the faint clink of ice in Faustino’s glass as he swirled his whisky.
Faustino sat at a secluded booth in the back, Matteo and Michael sliding in across from him.
Reece was fast asleep upstairs, the room secure and with a guard monitoring the hallway outside the suite.
Faustino slipped out quietly, leaving his darling boy curled under the crisp white sheets, his chestnut hair shiny and soft and with Squirt tucked under his arm.
Faustino knew that Reece was safe up there, the suite’s heavy door locked and the hotel’s security on alert after the scare at the grocery store.
Faustino had insisted on the guard pulling a double shift too – the prospect of someone he didn’t have the same trust in taking over wasn’t going to cut it now.
But as safe as Reece was, Faustino knew that there would be a fresh day to deal with soon.
And then another. And then another after that.
Matteo leaned forward, elbows on the table, his black suit jacket creased from a long day.
“We’ve got a problem,” Matteo said, his voice low, cutting through the jazz like a blade. “A splinter group in the family. Some of the old guard… loyalists to the old regime. They’re not happy we’re in charge. Maybe I don’t even blame them. Fuck. I know I wouldn’t be happy if it was me.”
Michael nodded, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on his glass.
“They’ve been quiet till now, but word’s trickling in,” Michael said, his voice full of intent. “They’ve got numbers. Small, but enough to make noise. It could have been them behind the hit at the warehouse. And your boy’s stalker today? Might not be a coincidence.”
Faustino nodded. This tracked. As much of a freak as Timo Taylor was, it had seemed unlikely that he would send a spy to stalk Reece. This, however, was far more believable.
Faustino’s grip tightened on his whisky, the glass cool against his palm.
“How serious are we talking?” Faustino asked, his voice a low growl. “Because if they’re crazy enough to take a shot at me, they’re not just grumbling, they’re planning something very fucking real.”
“Deadly serious,” Matteo said, his eyes narrowing. “They’ve got resources. Cash, guns, maybe even a few of our lower guys who flipped on us. They’re testing us, seeing how far they can push before we hit back.”
“Then we hit back now ,” Faustino snapped, leaning in, his whisky sloshing in its glass.
“I’ve been saying it from the start. Loyalty or death.
No half-measures, no waiting around. And while we’re here, I want back in on decisions, all the way, and I want us to be as brutal as I’ve always pushed for.
Crush this before it builds. Anyone who’s not with us gets a bullet to the chest, no questions asked. ”
Michael exchanged a glance with Matteo, the tension in the booth increasing by the moment.
For months, they’d reined Faustino in, preaching caution, trying to shift the family toward a smoother, more political style.
But this was different. Faustino knew it, and he hoped that Michael and Matteo finally did too.
Quit stalling.
This is the only way.
A Fendi with a gun is a Fendi in control…
This was war inside their own ranks, and Faustino could see the shift in his brother and cousin’s eyes, the realization that his way might be the only way now.
Matteo took a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking as he set it down.
“You’re right,” Matteo said, nodding his head. “We’ve been too soft, too focused on alliances and all that shit. If there’s a splinter group, we can’t let it breathe. Loyalty or death. It’s the only message they’ll understand.”
Faustino nodded, his jaw tight.
“Agreed,” Michael added. “We root them out, fast and hard. No mercy. But we need to be smart—find out who’s leading it, who’s funding it. Then we end it.”
Faustino was happy that the three of them were finally on the same page. But then his thoughts snagged on Reece, sleeping upstairs, oblivious to the storm brewing below.
The grocery store incident flashed back… Reece’s frantic text, the man in the dark suit, his trembling voice when he’d arrived.
Was that tied to this splinter group too?
A warning shot, a way to rattle him through the boy?
The idea twisted inside Faustino’s gut. Reece was his Little, his boy, and the thought of anyone using Reece to get to him made his blood boil.
“Where does this leave Reece?” Faustino asked, his voice quieter but full of steel. “He’s up there, safe for now, but if these sonsofbitches are bold enough to tail him in broad daylight… I just can’t have the boy caught in this.”
Faustino’s mind was full of thoughts of what happened with Justin. His emotions were bubbling up and he didn’t know if he could keep a hold on them.
Michael frowned, swirling his drink.
“He’s a liability if they know he’s with you,” Michael said. “They could target him again. Leverage, intimidation, whatever. You need to keep him close, locked down till we sort this.”
“Hotel’s secure,” Matteo added. “But Michael’s right… he’s a weak spot. You sure he can handle this? He’s not exactly built for our world.”
“He’s tougher than he looks,” Faustino said. “He got out of that store, got to me, and didn’t freeze up. But I’m not taking chances. He stays with me. I’ll figure it out.”
“We’ll back you up,” Michael continued. “Extra eyes, extra guns if you need them. But you’re right about one thing… this ends with bloodshed.”
“Agreed,” Faustino said, his voice calm and focused. “Loyalty or death. That’s the line now. We draw it, and anyone who crosses it bleeds.”
Faustino knew that there was no going back now.
The future of the family was on the line.
His own life was in as much danger as it ever had been.
But the thing that scared Faustino more than anything was the fact that his sleeping, sweet Little was at risk too…