Othello tsked and shook his head. "You know, Iago, sometimes I wonder whose brother you are, mine or his?"
"Yours, of course."
"Then why the fuck are you here being an attorney for him? He lost it fair and square. Hell, the club wasn't even in his name but his dear old dad, who was happy to sign the deed away to me. He better be grateful I haven't banned him from the place."
"Come on, O, don't do this," Iago said. "The Mirage means a lot to him."
"Yeah, well, it means the whole world to me, Iago. Now, if that's all you came here to talk to me about, leave. I took a couple of days off for a reason."
"I heard, and I'm surprised, so I wanted to check and make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine," Othello said, feeling quite annoyed by his brother.
"You're awful grumpy. Maybe you should really find someone to take the edge off."
What the fuck did you think I was about to do when you knocked on my fucking door? Hopefully, Des isn't paying attention to this conversation.
"Maybe you should have one of the escorts from the club come over and?—"
"Enough," Othell said, cutting him off. "I don't need an escort. When I'm ready to date again, I will, so back off."
Iago was silent again, and Des thought he would drop the subject and leave. "I'm worried about you, O. Hell, we all are. Don't let the clan be your life. We all need companionship. I know what happened with Phillip years ago is still with you, but he was a bastard. I would kick his ass if I could."
"Yeah, well, he went missing, and no one can find him to stomp him into the ground," Othello said, feeling his irritation slip away. "Look, I know you all mean well, but I'm fine."
Iago nodded, then grabbed him by the back of the neck, bringing him close and pressing their foreheads together; their eyes locked on each other, and Othello could see worry looking back at him. "I love you, little bro."
"Love you, too." Othello held Iago's head. "Now go. I'm tired, and I want to rest. You tire me the hell out."
They both chuckled, breaking their contact. "Alright. I would stay and have lunch with you, but Emilia has a doctor's appointment. Then I'm taking her ring shopping."
"I want to say make sure the diamond is big enough to see from Mars, but I know my soon-to-be sister-in-law isn't the flashy type, so just make her happy.."
"I will."
Othello walked Iago to the door and saw him off before going to the bedroom and spotting the doctor fast asleep on the chair by the window. Othello knelt next to the chair and stared at Des as the man's question returned to him.
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
Othello hadn’t been expecting the question, but for some reason, he didn't think he could lie to Des, which was why he’d told him the truth about being a part of a mafia organization. Othello had done much since being a minor and major player in the family, and it was hard to let an enemy walk away. But he was not above torturing them for fun. The things he'd done, they’d wished they were dead, fulfilling his blood vow to the family. Othello preferred torture and letting the person live in regret for their misdeeds against him and his family.
Looking at Des, he smiled. The man really surprised him with how easily he accepted everything. He had a good heart, and maybe Othello shouldn't have taken things further, but he didn't want to end things. He felt the doctor was good for not only healing his body but also his heart. Or Des could be right, and he was romanticizing things. Iago had been right. He'd held on to Phillip for so long he didn't want to let anyone else in.
Yet, here he was, opening the door to his heart for someone to either love him or hate him. Othello might have a tough exterior, but deep down, he was like any man looking for companionship and affection. It didn't have to be love. Just someone to hold in his arms while he fell asleep. Othello knew he shouldn't be starting a relationship because things were so tense in his and other clans, and he could be putting Des in danger. Othello began formulating a plan to protect Des without impeding his personal life. Standing, he picked up Des, walked with him, andlaid him on the bed. Covering him up, he kissed him on the forehead.
I guess fucking you hard will have to wait until later.
Chuckling, he walked out of the bedroom and cleaned up the breakfast dishes that he had chucked in the sink before opening the door. After cleaning up, he headed up the stairs to the part of his apartment that doubled as his office and gym. Although he hadn't planned on getting any work done today, he figured since he had time, he might as well look through the paperwork he had been putting to the side for a while.
Des groaned,rolling, then opened his eyes, and felt a sense of déjà vu staring up at the ceiling of Othello's apartment. He recalled what had happened earlier and realized he must have fallen asleep while waiting for Othello. He had heard some of their conversation but had no clue what Othello and his guest were talking about. Since he woke up in bed, the other man must have put him there.
Sitting up, he looked to the other side of the bed and found it empty. Getting out of bed, he searched for his man. He smiled at his thoughts when he walked into the living room but was disappointed when no one was there. Seconds later, he heard a thumping sound in rapid succession coming from upstairs.
Des headed up the stairs, and the noise grew louder. Then, he saw Othello's form standing before a standing body bag, hitting it hard. He was shirtless, drenched in sweat, with muscles in his arms, shoulders, and back popping with every powerful hit on the bag that trembled as if it was going to fall apart. Des bit hisbottom lip, unable to take his eyes off the sexy-as-fuck man who had no idea he had an audience.
After a few minutes, Othello stopped and took off his gloves. Seeing the towel hanging on the rail, Des grabbed it and walked over to Othello, who had just turned around. His panting breath tickled Des's cheek. Neither spoke as Des reached up and patted the towel on Othello's face, their eyes still locked on each other.Why does he smell so good?Othello leaned down and brushed their lips together but took their connection no further. Othello took the towel and started wiping himself off.
"Did you enjoy your nap?"
