Des silently watched Othello ball his hands into fists as he put them in his pockets. A tense aura enveloped the three men, and Des wasn't sure if he should speak up. He should have felt offended for not being introduced, but he didn't mind with how the men glared at each other.
"I heardthat you were injured some time ago, but I see that you're doing fine," Cassio said to Othello, but his eyes strayed to Des.
"Well, you should know I'm a hard man to kill," Othello said, shifting slightly to the side, blocking their view of Des.
When he made the reservation, he knew there was a chance he'd bump into someone from his world, but he wasn't expecting it to be a big boss. Most men trembled and stuttered in the presence of Boss Greco, but Othello wished he could shoot the man square in his face.Fuck, I sound homicidal.But he couldn't help it. Since his shooting, he'd thought over the events and concluded that the only forces that could have gotten away with what happened that night had to do with Greco and Ricci. Othello knew the two clans worked together as one, seeing that Cassio was their most trusted advisor. He just needed to find out who was working with them.
"We received an invitation to your boss's anniversary party. My wife and I look forward to being there," Greco said. "Unfortunately, Don Ricci will not be able to make it."
"My parents," he stressed. "We’ll be sad Don Ricci won't be there, but with you there, I'm certain it will still be a happy event,Boss Greco. I'm sure my father cannot wait to sit and talk about the old days with you."
"Ah, the old days when people knew their place. It’s a shame some animals feel they are superior when they should be groveling at the feet of those of higher standing. Don’t you think,Moor?" Greco chuckled as if he’d said something funny, but Othello knew damn well what his words meant. Maybe the man was hoping for him to react, but he wouldn't give the old fucker the benefit. The day would come when he’d wipe the smug smile off his face.
"Yes, I agree," Othello said, staring Greco dead in his eyes. "The old should stay in their place and let more intelligent people run the show. Don't you think, Boss Greco?"
Othello smirked when the smile fell off the fucker's face.
"Why you—" Greco started no doubt to spout something insulting, hoping to bring Othello down a peg, but his underboss interrupted him.
"Don Greco, our table is ready."
Greco scowled, then walked away rudely. Othello's eyes stayed on the man, plotting his sweet death.
"You're playing with fire, Moor," Cassio growled.
"I didn't light the match, Cassio," he told the man whose gaze kept straying to Des. The last man Othello had given his heart had also been sleeping with Cassio; he wouldn't let that happen again. "Keep staring, and I will pluck them out."
Cassio snapped his eyes away from Des and looked at Othello, seeing he wasn't joking. “Don’t act like a barbarian, Moor. You’re in a civilized society. At least pretend like you have manners.”Tsking, Cassio walked away, just as rude as his boss. Othello watched to make sure both men disappeared to wherever their table was before he sat back down next to Des. He despised them just as they did him. Othello was counting the days until he could make those two men and others who thought like them beg for mercy.
"Are you okay?" Des asked, touching his shoulder.
"I'm fine." Othello turned to him, offering a real smile.
"I don't know what that was all about, but it was pretty intense."
"Don't let them bother you," he said, not letting his conversation with the two older men ruin the mood. But then, a thought came to Othello. He didn't like the way Cassio was looking at Des. "If any of them approach you, don't entertain them."
"Why would they want to talk to me? I'm a nobody in all of this."
"Being connected to me makes you somebody, Des. They are dangerous men and will use you to get to me."
Des stared at him, then nodded. "I will listen to what you say."
"Good." He smiled. "Now, let's finish our meal; there's somewhere I want to take you."
Des hummed and leaned closer to him. "Really? Where are you taking me?"
"It's a surprise." Othello chuckled.
"You're no fun." He pouted.
"You weren't saying that earlier." He moved his lips closer to Des's ear. "I think your exact words were, ‘Othello, please, make me cum. Don't stop…’”
"Alright, enough," Des snapped.
He leaned back, laughing at Des's red ears and face. Othello leaned in and kissed him on his neck. "I'm sorry, baby. I won't tease you anymore."
Des turned his face to his. "Yes, you will. You love messing with me."
