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Theo was fishing, but Alessio didn’t bite. I answered instead. “He’s bi.”
“Ah. I can appreciate a man who orders from both sides of the menu.”
“There you are,” a deep voice said. Nic was now on deck, his face softening when he saw Theo.
I studied Theo’s man and it only made me more concerned for Theo. A Russian pakhan would not let anything jeopardize his position. The Bratva was as tolerant of gay men as the ’Ndrangheta—meaning not tolerant in the least. I had to get Theo off this yacht.
“Mon grand!” Theo waved Nic over. “Come watch the stars with us.”
Alessio tensed ever so slightly at Nic’s appearance, though I was likely the only one to notice. I should put him out of his misery. No doubt he’d feel better once we were locked in our stateroom together.
Rising, I grabbed my bottle of wine and put my free hand on Alessio’s shoulder, squeezing. “We should get some sleep.”
Nic settled in a chair and patted his large thighs, his eyes locked on Theo. “Come here, luchik.”
That was our cue to leave. I rose and said, “Good night, amici.”
Theo was already settling in Nic’s lap as Alessio and I departed. Once below deck, I asked Alessio, “What did that word mean, the one Nic called Theo?”
“Ray of light. An endearment in Russian.”
There’d been no hint that Nic meant Theo any harm, but I still didn’t trust him. What a mess. We needed to be dealing with the Sicilians, not the Bratva. I asked Alessio, “Did we make a mistake in coming here?”
“Probably. But it’s too late now.”
* * *
Alessio
We took our time getting up the next day.
After trading blow jobs, we stayed in bed, kissing and touching. There wasn’t much talking, but I didn’t mind. We were in our own bubble, safe from the outside world. No Sicilians, no Bratva. Just this.
Eventually we grew hungry, so we showered. After we dried off, Giulio leaned against the door. “Hurry up,” he said as I pulled my jeans on. “I’m starving.”
“Swallowing my dick wasn’t enough for you?”
“Terrible. You are lucky you give such good blow jobs.”
Luck had nothing to do with it. I loved worshiping him with my mouth, draining him dry.
“Andiamo. Theo will start searching for us soon if we don’t appear.”
Not bothering with shoes, we went out the door and into the corridor. He walked ahead of me, his shoulders pushed back, confidence in every step. Il bel principe. Did he even realize it? How could anyone see him and not instantly recognize the hundreds of years of power and privilege in his bones? He was a fool to let those old men drive him away from his legacy.
Music blared from the back of the yacht. I didn’t recognize it, but Giulio began singing along. Full of bass and lyrics I didn’t understand, it sounded like one of the songs from the clubs he frequented. He slid me a glance. “Do you like Rihanna?”
“Who?”
He chuckled. “Dio, you are adorable.”
Theo was on a deck chair, sipping a tall drink with an umbrella sticking out of it. He wore sunglasses and a tiny black bathing suit. When he saw us, he pushed up his sunglasses. “Oh, look who is finally awake.”
A nearby table had pastries, bread and cheese, so I went there first. Instead of joining me, Giulio went to Theo and kissed his cheeks. “We have been awake for some time,” Giulio admitted.
“I bet you have, bello. You look very relaxed. Ciao, Alessio!”
I nodded in greeting, then continued to load my plate with food. When I sat, I found both Giulio and Theo watching me carefully.
