ADRIANCarlos hadn't said a word to me during the entire drive home. All he did was stared out of the window and cry.I wanted to help him. I wanted to console him in a way I could, but I just didn't know how to help him. He wouldn't talk to me and it was so hard to have to watch your friend break down when you know you were completely useless."Fuck." I groaned under my breath, pressing my hands over my knees and let out a deep breath.The taxi pulled over in front of my apartment moment later and Carlos was already out of the car before the driver could even get the car to park, properly."Hey? Carlos, wait up." I called after him, jogging after him so I could meet his pace. But he never slow down."Carlos? Shit." I groaned and stopped jogging once I noticed he was already at my front door.I watched him pace back and forth, hands pressed gently over his waist and judging by the way his shoulders were moving up and down, it definitely showed he was still crying."You really need to
GIOVANNI"Gin..." Adrian groaned into my mouth, and I sucked every sounds he made into my mouth and swallowed them down. They all seemed to went straight to my cock and... I was so fucking hard.I had cum twice, tonight, to his boxer brief but it wasn't enough. I wanted the real thing and Adrian was the only person I had ever had sex with that could make me feel better now.I had been fucking dudes, both younger and older since I was seventeen and... Fuck. Sex with Adrian was the best of them all. I loved being inside him. I loved the feel of his warm, tight hole around me, sucking me in and milking me dry.I loved the way he moved his body underneath me and cried in painful pleasure. I loved the way Adrian always pulled me back and wrapped his arms around me everytime I tried to pull away during sex.I loved the ethereal look on his face when he was about to cum. And the way I drawl out melodies rhythm from him, the moans, they were the most angelic songs I had ever heard.I knew I w
ADRIANMy eyes went wide. Staring at the piece of cloth in Giovanni's hand."You... You want to blindfold me?" I repeated, my voice laced with worry."Hmm. Yes. Any problem?" He asked, staring at me with eyes full of questions.I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Fine, I had wanted this because the moment Giovanni snapped those metal on my wrists and pressed me against the wall, I had felt a dangerous desire stirred awake inside of me.I wanted to have sex with him, but using blindfold on me was the height of it. I might actually loved having sex with him a little too much. But I couldn't bring myself to trust him with my life with my eyes closed.He had a knife with him and we were in his house. What if he murdered me? What if he hurt me? No one knew I was here."If you're doubting me even after I said I'm not going to hurt you, maybe you should just get out." He scoffed, tried walking away but I pulled him back.The sharp edges of the cuff scrapping at my skin but the pain
GIOVANNI Adrian looked so fucking good when he was wrapped tightly in pleasure. He looked more sexier with the cuff on and blindfold that I wished we could be like this forever. He shoved his cock further down my throat, and I relaxed, accepting it all.Taking every fucking thing he gave to me in this moment. He could piss down my throat and I would beg him for more.I looked up, locking my eyes in his beauty and intense hold that felt ironclad when I looked at the beautiful marks I had gave him. Not even Satan himself could break the admiration I had for him. The world fell away, and it was just us, how it was meant to be.“Giovanni, I hate that you're making me feel better than anyone has ever done,” Adrian cried out, and I was so sure he couldn't hear his own voice.If he did, he wouldn't have keep talking to me in this voice because it was the most sexy sound I had ever heard.Adrian moved his bounded hands to grab my hair, fingers playing with my hair and I felt fulfilled with t
ADRIAN After going at it all night long, I was so tired that I didn't even know what happened next after I cum for the fifth time. I couldn't even remember falling asleep or being held by Giovanni as I slept. My lips curved into a smile when I felt Giovanni pressed against my back with his arm on my waist. I pressed gently against him with his hot breath fanning my back. I loved this moment and I wished it doesn't end. "Shit!" I groaned out, tried turning around to see his face, but it felt like my whole body was at war as I tried to do so. My chest hurt for being marked all over with his decorations of teeth bites scattered all over my chest like blooming flowers. I chuckled softly, remembering what we had done to get me those flowers. Sex with Giovanni was good, just that it hurt a little. I must have been a sucker for pain because I so much loved how my body was hurting right now. I groaned out when I tried wriggling myself free and my ass gently brushed against his er
ADRIAN "Breakfast is waiting; come down when you're finished," Giovanni said, his voice fading as the bedroom door opened and closed. I sighed, letting the shower's warm water poured down on me as I rinsed my hair, my mind still reeling from the fact that I had woken up in Giovanni's extravagant penthouse. Never in a million years would I have thought I would someday be waking up to Giovanni's large arm wrapping around my waist with his hot breath fanning against my neck. Neither would I have thought he would buy clothes for me, and also will be making my breakfast. Everything has happened so fast and I didn't seem to know how to undo everything that had happened. I couldn't even stop my heart from beating so fast at the mention of his name. Could it be I was beginning to develop feelings for him? That this was what love is? "It can't be." I scoffed, shaking my head. I can't possibly be harbouring a romantic feeling for him. "I can't afford to have feelings for Giovanni.
ADRIAN "Adrian..." Carlos was trying to start a conversation but I wasn't at all interested in what he had to say to me right now. I was more interested to know what the fuck my twin brother was doing here when I had clearly told him the last time he was here to never show his face to me again. I walked over to them, pushed past Carlos and grabbed my brother's arm. "Come with me." I grumbled, dragging him with me as I walked away from Carlos. Didn't want him to witness how I go crazy on my brother. "You don't have to drag me, I can walk on my own." Aston hissed, snatching his arm from my grip. I didn't stop walking until we got to the far end of the lounge, away from the rest of the people in the shop. I whipped my head in the direction of my brother, staring at him with my arms crossed over my chest. "Tell me, Aston, what the fuck are you doing here?" I barked out angrily, almost hearing my voice echoing through the room. Aston sighed, he probably didn't think things
GIOVANNI The hardest thing I had ever done in my life was watching Adrian walk away. I tracked his every step as he entered the elevator with Dominic, my eyes glued to the elevator. I didn't dare blink until the elevator doors shut and it started moving downward."Fuck! If not that it would be too dangerous for him I would have loved to bring him with me to Russia." I groaned, pressing my shoulder against the doorframe as I kept staring at the empty elevator, hoping Adrian will come out from it. Rushing back into my arms.I knew it was impossible because Adrian was already on his way to work, and me? Well, I would soon hit the road to meet dad."Just how the fuck am I going to survive two weeks without touching him? Without fucking Adrian? Or kissing him?" I hissed, moved away from the door and walked over to the kitchen aisle to clear the plates Adrian had used for breakfast.I knew this task would definitely be a difficult one before I agreed to do it. But I had to get my brother o
ADRIAN TWO YEARS LATER It's been two years since that night, and after the fire incident that splashed across the news the next day. A warehouse had been burned down during a raid, resulting from an FBI operation targeting one of the most dangerous gangs in New York City. The raid had killed most of the FBI agents and gang members. I still couldn't believe it was the same warehouse we had all been to that night. Would I have died if Kisra hadn't rescued us? Would Giovanni...? No, I didn't want to think about that possibility.My dad's body was found among the dead FBI agents, but they soon realized he wasn't completely dead and rushed him to the hospital. He's been in a coma ever since. My brother and I had been contemplating visiting him in the hospital but I still didn't feel like going to see him.Benedetto Marino's body, however, was never found. The family assumed he had been burned to ashes, which explained why the police couldn't find his body among the dead bodies at the wa
ADRIAN Kyra Israel. Kyra fucking Israel!I fucking knew that name rang a bell the other day I met her. She was one of my dad's special agents. I should have known she was the one; I should have fucking known she wasn't who she pretended to be.Giovanni was mad, furious even. He had been pacing back and forth in the living room, firing off a rapid barrage of curses in Italian. He had refused treatment, not wanting Kisra to come near him. "If she makes a single mistake and walks closer to me," he had snarled, "I'll rip her head off."He said he needed a moment to think, but it had been over an hour since we got home, and he still hadn't been treated. He was still bleeding badly, and I feared he was going to bleed out and die.I should go to him, I thought. I should tell him, while he was still mad, that Kisra might not be exactly who he thought he knew. But she was still the same person, even though she was wearing a different uniform. He still needed her help; he still needed to get
GIOVANNI A gunshot echoed through the air as Father shot Price Russell's hand, shattering the one holding the gun. Price collapsed to his knees, cursing loudly. He attempted to reach for his gun, but Father shot his knees before kicking the weapon out of his reach."I told you never to show your face to me ever again," Father growled, stalking closer as he fired his gun in anger. "I promised I would never let it slide if you laid your hands on any of my sons, but you just had to test me, didn't you?"Price Russell let out a muffled grunt when Father stopped in front of him, pressing his gun to Price's forehead."You sickening bastard!" Price spat."Yes, I am a sickening bastard!" Father retorted, his laughter devoid of humor.This was real? How could it be? Dad hated us, I knew that. But here he was, standing right in front of me. Getting all mad because Price Russell had shot me? But why? Why the hell was he confusing me?"Why are you here, Dad?" I grunted, trying to sit up but fall
I have a funeral service for my grandmother to attend today, so I won't be able to share the rest of the chapters. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the remaining four chapters tomorrow. Thank you. (•.•)✨ The story of the Marino brothers and their sweet boyfriends, along with the crazy parents, is practically coming to an end. I'm feeling a mix of excitement and sadness, and I'm curious to know if you are too.
GIOVANNI My fingers moved swiftly, snapping the binds that had held Marcelo's hands captive for so long. He was finally free. As the ropes fell away, Marcelo's eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of relief and gratitude dancing in their depths. But our moment of triumph was short-lived. The sound of a gun being cocked against my temple cut through the air, and my heart sank. I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my emotions in check. Fear, anger, and adrenaline all swirled together in a toxic mix, threatening to overwhelm me. I forced myself to remain still, to appear unbothered, even as my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "What's the meaning of this madness?" I asked, my voice icy and controlled, as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. I couldn't afford to let my true feelings slip, not now, when every word and action counted. "Is this how you treat your business partners?" I demanded, turning to face Volkov, my eyes locking onto his cold, unyielding glare. The gun
GIOVANNI "Giovanni... Shit!" Marcelo grunted, his voice strained, as one of the Bratvas grabbed him, yanking him back down with brutal force. The damned bastard tossed Marcelo to the floor as if he weighed nothing, sending a jolt of anger through me."Fucking stay, brat!" Volkov sneered, his eyes glinting with malice as he met my gaze head-on. He pressed his leg onto Marcelo's shoulder, pinning him to the dirty floor. The sound of Marcelo's pained grunt made my blood boil.Fucking hell! Rage and desperation clawed at my chest. "Fucking let go of him this instant!" I growled, my finger clenched tightly around my gun. My heart pounded in my ears, my mind racing with fear.I fucking froze for a moment, my heart racing with fear. What if this transaction didn't go as planned? What if Volkov caught on before we could get out of here? We had our boys stationed outside, scouting the area, but the Bratvas outnumbered us. Their sheer numbers made my skin crawl, and for a moment, I doubte
MARCELO A blow landed on my face, sending my head jerking to the side. Blood dripped down my cheek and some of it caught in my lips, slipping into my mouth. I tasted the metallic tang of blood on my tongue, and it made my stomach churn.A vicious kick to the wooden seat I was tied to sent me crashing to the floor, my wrists bound together behind my back. The blindfold pressing my eyes shut, plunging me into an inky blackness. I couldn't see anything, not even a sliver of light.A groan tore from my lips as pain exploded through my body. "Hmmph..." I grunted, my voice strained. I tried to crawl forward, but a rough hand grasped my ankles, yanking me back. My bare chest scraped against the concrete floor, the friction igniting a fire of agony. It felt as if thousands of needles were scattered across the floor, each one piercing my skin like a sharp shard of razor.I writhed, desperate to escape the torment, but my restraints held firm. The darkness seemed to closing in around me, s
ADRIAN Tears streamed down my face as I sprinted out of the living room, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere. My mind reeled with the conversation I had just overheard. Dad couldn't be talking about me and my brother. He couldn't be implying that we weren't his biological sons. The thought sent a wave of pain and hurt crashing through me, and I desperately wished the last eighteen hours had never happened. I stumbled out into the hallway, panting and gasping for breath. I pressed my back against the wall, trying to calm my racing heart. Benedetto's voice echoed through the building, his words dripping with venom. "Get out, Price Russell! And don't ever show your face to me or my sons again, or I'll kill you!" My father's response was a hissed "Fuck you!" as he stormed out of the living room. He seemed furious, his face twisted in a scowl. He was so mad that he didn't notice me standing there. Benedetto called out from inside after a few minutes had passed, his vo
ADRIAN The words echoed in my mind like a mantra.This is not my father. The man in front of me, kneeling between Benedetto's legs, was an imposter. I felt a wave of confusion wash over me as I stared at him.My father's face was contorted in shock, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as he remained frozen in a kneeling position. His eyes were wide with terror, and his skin had paled to a sickly shade.How could this man, this broken, submissive shell of a person, be my father? The man I knew, the man who had raised me, was a tyrant, a monster who had sought to break me and remake me in his own image.He had hated me for being gay, had sought to "fix" me, to mold me into a straight man. But this...this person in front of me was not that man. He was weak, submissive, and terrified.I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at him, my mind reeling with questions. Who was this imposter? And what had happened to my real father?Words kept getting stuck, and it angered me eve