10
ALEK
Butch and Dante show up to the room just seconds after Tommy leaves. I’m still adjusting the buttons on my shirt when I answer the door. It’s almost too easy to switch into the role of Trevor. It gives me an excuse not to think about what I just did in this room with…him.
“Smells like sex in here,” Dante comments the second I close the door behind us.
I chuckle softly. “Never hooked up after an event?” I ask him. “She just left.”
“You didn’t have to throw her out on our account,” Butch says with a smile. “We might’ve joined the party.”
The idea of either of these jackasses putting their hands or dicks on Tommaso makes my hands ball into fists. I try to keep my composure.
“Three is a crowd,” I mumble and walk over to the minibar, grabbing a small bottle of liquor. I’m going to need it if I have to talk to these two for very long.
I can still taste Tommy on my mouth…his kiss, his blood… It’s warm and musky. All I can do as I stand here drinking out of the too small glass bottle is think about the feeling of himwrapped around my cock. The way he moaned and squirmed underneath me.
It shouldn’t have happened. When he told me what he wanted, I should have gotten up and told him to leave. Instead, I played into it—because I wanted it too.
I wanted to take him. Hard and rough. I wanted to show him exactly who I was. Not some weakling he can take control of and expect to do anything he’s told, but the one in charge. The one who can put him on his knees and make him beg for mercy.
So, I had him. I’d tied him up and listened to him beg for me to fuck him even harder. To bite him, mark him… The marks I left on his body would be there for weeks to come, and I know it’s all I’ll be able to think about when he’s near.
God, he’s so infuriating…it only makes me want him more.
Guilt and irritation climb my spine as I toss the little bottle into the trash near the minifridge and finally turn to look at Butch and Dante again.
“Did you take care of things?” I ask them.
“No one will know what happened,” Dante confirms, his brows pulling together slightly. “It’s a shame about Petra.”
“Yeah, she was fine,” Butch agrees and pats Dante on the back.
I glare at them, but quickly shake it off. It doesn’t matter if they’re being disgusting about the dead, they’ll get theirs soon enough. Besides, do I really care about Petra?
Regardless, I change the subject. “Good. I need to talk to the boss about the Calvers,” I tell them. “Lucas Calver approached me at the party.”
“Those outcasts?” Butch asks with a chuckle. “Lemme guess, they want a piece of our action?”
I nod my head. “Something like that. Plus, we need to talk about the kidnapping. Carmine knows what we’re up to now. They’re not going to give us another chance anytime soon.”
Dante clicks his tongue. “Damn. Should’ve just grabbed him while you could.”
I step closer to the both of them. “You think I wouldn’t have?” I ask, lowing my tone. “The boss told me not to cause a scene. There was no way for me to grab Carmine after Petra and Raff went down without fucking the whole thing up. I’d have brought civilians into this shit.”
“Ah, what’s a couple?” Butch shrugs. “You could’ve gotten him down.”
“Were you there?” I ask him, grabbing him by the front of his collar. “Were you the one who watched two of our family get killed in cold blood and had to make a decision at the last second to save your own life and keep our secret intact?”
Butch went quiet.
“I didn’t think so,” I let go of his shirt and brush my own suit jacket down, buttoning it so the bullet holes in my shirt weren’t visible.
“Let’s just get back home,” Dante insists. “Boss doesn’t want you staying here all night incase some of the Dresvannis show up. They’re staying here too.”
“Couldn’t you grab him from the hotel?” Butch asks as we head out of the door.
“I don’t know… If you were almost kidnapped tonight, how many armed guards do you think you’d have at your door?” I ask him lowly.
