True. The old man took some cunt to his hotel room and chatted with her the whole night. In my opinion, she was nothing but a mouse, definitely didn't even hold a candle to Sorcha, his late wife.
“He insisted on meeting you back at his room first thing this morning. In fact, after my morning stroll, I planned to come get you.”
Worry filled her eyes as she bit on her lip.
Lush, full lips.
Splendid for sucking and choking on my dick, which twitched in my pants.
“Dom is still asleep.”
She shifted uncertainly, so I used some persuasion. “Come on, Rosa. It’s in the same building. Don won’t kidnap you.” My voice was amused, which relaxed her.
“Okay.”
We walked to the lobby, where I put my plan in motion. Taking my phone from my pocket, I apologized, “Sorry, Bianca is calling. I have to take this.”
She nodded as I spoke into the phone. “Hello?” I paused for a bit, and then, “Do not move, Bianca!” I shouted into the thing and searched frantically for the doorway, darting to it with Rosa on my heels, just as I expected.
“What’s going on?” she asked, as I stopped near the tinted-windowed Hummer.
“Romeo beat the shit out of her. She needs help. Just find your dad.” Jumping into the car, I barely restrained myself from grinning like a fool. I kept the act up as she hopped in right after me.
“She might need medical help.” She pushed the strands of her hair back. “How come your dad never did anything about the abuse, Alfonso?”
Because Romeo was never the one who hurt her.
The plane landed exactly at noon as I planned, running my hand from my face to remove any traces of tiredness or sleeplessness from it. I turned on the phone, checked for any messages or calls from home, but none were there, so I dialed Connor’s phone.
I came to meet him.
“Mr. Konstantinov, we have arrived. You can get up anytime,” the stewardess said, holding my black suit jacket in her hands with a bright smile on her face.
She offered me a quickie earlier as well. What was it with women wanting men with longer hair? Wherever I went, they lost their damn heads.
Not that it mattered.
I wasn't a cruel man. I could never offer any woman love or a family, so I never hooked up with those who could have their hearts broken or grow attached.
Standing up, I grabbed it from her with a thank you, slipped it on, and walked to the door in record time.
The stairs were ready for me, and saluting the pilot who winked, I made my way to the black car waiting at the airport as the wind blew at my face and the sun beamed brightly.
A young man stood, leaning back against the car with his arms folded. He had green eyes, blond hair, and a lean body, which with time would gain more muscle. The kid was as tall as I was, and by the grim expression he had going on, he was no less stubborn.
We stopped a few steps from each other, our eyes studying one another, and finally, I extended my hand. “Connor.”
A beat, and then he shook it. “Dominic.” But then he brought me closer, giving me an arm hug and freezing in this position for a second. “Good to have you alive, man,” he mumbled, bringing a smile from me.
“You too, buddy, you too.” Leaning back, I looked into his eyes and asked the question to which he refused to answer, but the one which seemed like the most important thing in the world. “Where is Damian?” Something flashed through his eyes akin to regret, and he shook his head, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry, Dom. He’s dead.” The buzzing in my ears created a vacuum around me, and I couldn't comprehend where I was.
Planes, people, cars, sounds. All faded away and I was left in the darkness, in the knowledge my twin was dead and there was no coming back.
No reunions.
No seeing him, just for a glimpse.
No comfort in knowing he lived a good life.
