“Hate me yet? Feeling that passion of unjustness? Yeah, I’m sure you are. The red hot pain of it all. It’s the same way all your Boys feel about you letting Ignacio get gutted, and not following the rules you put in place. The same feeling your supposed-love had when you turned on him and treated him like trash.”
He can’t say anything with the gag in, but I’m sure he has plenty he wishes he could say. Too bad I don’t give a fuck. I pat the top of his head and offer him a bright smile.
“Don’t go anywhere. I need to step out for a moment. Try not to worry though. I promise, I’ll be back. We have so much fun left to have…”
I toss the empty water bottle to the side, and then pull up my underwear and pants. Stalking out of the room, I barely glance at Cristian, who thankfully seems out of it still. Unless he’s simply a good actor, which could very well be the case.
Closing the door to the playroom, I take out my phone. My first step is sending the text I promised. The second is to scroll through my contacts and call the person I desperately need to hear from.
When he answers, I slump against the wall, wishing he was here to hold me.“Is it done?”
“Not yet, Dominic. Almost, though.”
“And then you’ll be flying home?”he pushes, and I chuckle weakly.
I dash at the tears that somehow are rolling down my face. Fuck. I clear my throat, forcing out, “Yeah. And I’m looking forward to it.”
“That’s our Boy.”The pride in his voice calms me down and I nod firmly, even though he can’t see it.“We’ll be here waiting.”
“Thank you,” I whisper into the phone, even though, with the soundproofing, there’s no way Il Padrone can hear anything.
“Anything, Love. Anything…”
I don’t waste time, not when I’m in a rush to get home to the men who have fixed so much inside me. I hang up the phone and pocket it. Scrubbing my face, I inhale deeply. There’s still more shit to get done. And it’s time for him to face a question. One that could set him—set us—free, or condemn him. Maybe I’ll be the one to send him to hell…or maybe he’ll save us all.
Snorting, I know which side I think he’ll end up on. I pat the knife in my pocket and whirl around, aiming for the door I had just stepped out of—it's time to finish this shit. For good.
Iremove my hearing aids as soon as we get into the car, and the tension headache that’s brewing thanks me for it. Antonio plasters himself to my side, and I breathe a little easier being so close to my Boy after the intensity of that meeting.
I could see in Allesandro’s eyes how badly he wanted Lio back with him, and it worried me for him, and for the Boy at my side, knowing the sick, twisted hold he has on all of them. It’s more than just the submission and command in the bedroom, or part of their kink, but the control over the air they breathe.
The thought has me throwing my arm around the beautiful flower at my side and holding him close.
“Okay?” Dima asks from his seat.
See-sawing my hand back and forth, I give him a maybe. “Better than Carter and Emilio, even Tennant,” I voice.
Dima grimaces. “Not a high bar to meet.”
“No,” I agree.
Dima looks to Antonio as he signs and voices, “We can teach you. My brothers and I are teaching Doc both Russian and RSL. It’s no hardship to teach you ASL. It’s always recommended to learn from a Deaf teacher, and Donovan will be happy to help.”
Pressing a kiss to Antonio’s hair, I breathe him in for a moment. “I’ll help you practice,” I tell my Boy.
Antonio sinks into me and I enjoy the feeling of him at my side. I’d enjoy it a hell of a lot more if we were home and had the twins with us, but this bit of time with just the two of us is nice as well. Especially, after forcing him into a room with his former Master.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out, already knowing who it’s going to be. Sure enough, I’m not surprised by the text.
ROMAN
Was it as bad as it sounded?
I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to lie to him, but knowing the truth will crush him.
JUDE
Worse.
