“What about money, all the money I owe you?” Jimmy asked quickly.
“Consider it a signing bonus and your debt forgiven,” Cold snorted. “I will still help get your father out of prison. You’ll continue working here at the club for as long as you’d like, but I still control what happens in the bedroom. My rules, everything at my discretion, always. That’s not negotiable.”
“Fine,” Jimmy chirped happily.
“Now, tell me, Jimmy,” Cold drawled, studying Jimmy’s face carefully, “is that enough for you?”
“That’s enough,” Jimmy assured him. “That’s enough for me. If that’s what you’re offering, I’m taking it. All of it. I’m yours.”
“Thought you might,” Cold teased, tilting his head and capturing Jimmy’s lips in another deep kiss.
Jimmy moaned, melting against him. He could feel Cold’s cock pressing against his thigh and mewled softly in anticipation. He was already trying to figure out if spit would be adequate enough lube when there was a heavy knock at the door.
“What!” Cold roared, enraged by yet another interruption.
Jules walked in, not deterred by Cold’s obvious fury, rumbling, “Hey, Boss. It’s time.”
Cold growled, glancing back at Jimmy and taking a deep breath.
Jules waved, cheerfully greeting, “Heya, Twig. Glad you’re doin’ okay.”
“Hi, Jules,” Jimmy sighed. “Thank you, by the way. You know, for doing that thing and saving me.”
“Next time, listen to what the fuck I tell you to do,” Jules snorted. He looked expectantly at Cold. “Gotta go, Boss.”
Eyes glancing up to doubtlessly curse the heavens, Cold bit out, “Be right there.”
Jules gave them some privacy, retreating out the door, but he left it open.
Cold dressed himself with a sour sneer, stepping away to allow Jimmy to hop off the desk. He pulled him in for yet another searing kiss, letting it linger for a long moment. Visibly struggling to break away, he purred, “To be continued.”
“Definitely,” Jimmy agreed, struggling to shove his erection away. He made himself presentable, asking hopefully, “Tonight?”
“Yes,” Cold said. “I have important business to attend to, but I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“Okay,” Jimmy said, eagerly going in for another kiss.
Cold allowed it, gently touching the side of Jimmy’s neck. “Goodbye, Jimmy.”
“Bye,” Jimmy sighed adoringly, watching the gangster leave. He flopped back against the desk, smiling stupidly.
Cold had finally kissed him.
They had kissed, and it had been beautiful and perfect, and Jimmy knew he was completely head over heels for the gorgeous gangster. They were actually going to be together now as a real couple. Cold’s estate was going to be their home. He was going to be his boyfriend.
Jimmy had never been so happy.
He practically floated downstairs to find Cold and the Gentlemen were all gone, even Rowena. Jerry, chef and racecar driver, was also apparently an amateur pianist, waiting patiently for Jimmy to join him on stage for rehearsal.
They went through the set until Jimmy was exhausted, Jerry allowing a small break before running him through it a few more times. They stayed until the club was getting ready to open, and Jerry finally agreed to take Jimmy home.
Jimmy was delighted to find all of his clothing had been brought over, but decided to wait before putting anything away. He had a feeling that Cold would be particular about which side of the closet he chose, grinning when he saw his shoebox of photographs at the foot of the bed. Inside the shoebox was his mother’s jewelry box as well, and he looked over his little treasures with a happy smile.
After carefully putting the box under the bed, Jimmy took a shower, threw on his robe, and snuggled into bed to wait for Cold.
Time ticked by and soon, Jimmy had started to doze off. He snapped awake when he heard the doors all slamming open, heavy footsteps thundering toward him. He sat up, startled as the lumbering figure of Jules Price came rushing in.
Jules looked distraught, his shirt soaked in blood, eyes wild with anger and fear.
