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By the time we left a few minutes later, Nino was slumped in the chair, eyes vacant, his body lifeless. Blood formed a dark ring on the carpet beneath him.
And I felt as if a chapter in my life had finally closed.
* * *
Alessio
We left the villa and hurried into the night. Once we reached the other street, we removed our masks and gloves, then walked to the motor bike. No one was around. No one sounded an alarm. Still, I wouldn’t breathe easy until I had Giulio safely away.
At the bike, we stashed the guns and then sped off into traffic. Giulio held on to my waist, his fingers digging in tight. Was he alright? I couldn’t tell. I’d tried not to intervene as he sliced Nino, knowing Giulio needed to purge his own demons.
He had to be shaken after learning his father’s business dealings had caused Paolo’s death. That was not an easy pill to swallow. I hoped carrying out his revenge eased some of his grief and guilt.
But I wasn’t happy that he hadn’t confided in me earlier. It would’ve been nice to know that torturing and killing Nino slowly was on the agenda.
“Here,” he suddenly yelled in my ear. “Turn in!”
It was a small park surrounded by trees. Che cazzo?
I did as he asked, even though I didn’t understand. Maybe he was sick? Some soldiers puked after causing a gruesome death. Not me, but I had seen it happen with others.
I pulled toward the back of the parking lot and let the engine idle, my feet flat on the ground. There were four other cars in the lot.
Giulio swung his leg off the bike. “Turn it off and lock it. Then come on.”
Without waiting, he strode down the path. I locked the bike and started after him. What were we doing? Again, he had an agenda that he wasn’t sharing with me. We needed to have a serious conversation about that.
He veered off the path, toward the trees. I followed, checking our surroundings. No one else was here, despite the cars in the lot. Where was he going?
Hands closed over my shoulders and I was shoved into a tree trunk. I grunted as my back met bark. “What is happening?”
His fingers were already unbuttoning my cargos. “I’m fucking you. What does it look like?”
My dick was not complaining. Suddenly, I was thickening, desire unfurling inside me. “Here?”
He pressed in close, his voice thick with lust. His trousers were covered with dried blood and it was not a turn off. Not in the least.
“Here,” he said. “I can’t wait any longer.”
My pants were around my hips and his hand captured my shaft. He squeezed and I grunted, pleasure streaking through me.
“There’s that big dick I love,” he murmured against my throat.
“God, principe.”
“You are so fucking hot, Alessione. You don’t even know.” He spun me around, and I put my palms on the tree to keep from falling. He worked my cargos lower, then I heard him dig in his pockets.
“You don’t need a condom,” I said over my shoulder.
“I’m not. I’m getting lube.”
He brought lube? Before I could ask about it, cold dribbled over the crack of my ass, distracting me.
I heard slick sounds as he readied his cock. Then he was there, against my hole. Grabbing my hips, he angled me lower and the pressure increased. I took a deep breath, pushed out, and his crown slipped inside. My vision went white for a few seconds, pain stealing through me. I didn’t care. I knew what would soon follow, and the discomfort was worth it.
“Shhh. Let me in, mio bello assassino. That’s it.” He rocked his hips, sliding deeper each time. “I’ll give you what you need.”
I shoved back, taking more of him. “Scopami forte, il grosso toro.”
