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Carrying a large silver tray, Levi approached Chase’s bedroom but was stopped by the two hulking beasts Matteo called security. If there was one thing about Matteo, he liked to put on a show.
The men he hired for security always had to look the part. They needed to be at least six-foot-four so that they could tower over the average person, and their face must instill fear and intimidation in even the toughest of people.
Have a scar? Bonus points! Have a scar across the face? That’s grounds for instant hiring. Nothing said I eat puppies for breakfast, than a nasty-looking scar cut across a man’s face. Even more bonus points were awarded if the person spoke with an intimidating accent, preferably German or Russian. No one could argue that a six-foot-four, angry-looking man with a scar cut across his face, shouting at you in German, was not intimidating.
Yes, Matteo knew his shit. He was rich, powerful, and knew how to read people. You didn’t get to where he was without having certain skills and resources.
“Where do you think you’re going, precious?” the first intimidating hulk of a man—also known as Glenn to Levi—asked. His face was stuck in its permanent scowl position. Birth defect? Levi didn’t have the heart to ask.
“Knock it off, Glenn. Your powers of intimidation don’t work on me. You forget I’ve seen you watch The Notebook. I know there’s a heart beating somewhere under all that chest hair,” Levi teased.
Glenn’s cheeks flushed.
“Still, Mr. M said no one in or out,” the other member of Matteo’s intimidation squad piped up.
Levi turned to Malik, the man who taught him and Isaac origami, and shot him an annoyed look.
“Look, I’m here to clean the guy’s wounds and bandage up his cuts. Do you think it’s a wise idea to leave his injuries untreated? Ever heard of infections? The last thing we need is to bring a dead guy to a meeting with his boss. That’s always great for negotiations.”
Both men looked at each other, no doubt wondering what they should do next. They were great with instructions but not so great with independent thought.
“Fine. But be quick,” Glenn grumbled, unlocking the door and pushing it open for Levi.
“Thanks, boys,” Levi said, blowing them both a kiss.
Yes, he liked to flirt with the big scary men. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had a dream or two involving both of them taking turns filling him while lying strapped to a bed. Hey, he was a horny, gay man who loved the thought of being ravished by big strong men.
Inside, the room was dark and quiet, save for the moonlight that streamed in through the large bay window. That was the thing about La Maison de M—there was never a bad view in the château.
“What are you doing here?” a low voice asked from the dark corner of the room.
Levi walked toward the voice, not knowing how he was going to react when he finally came face to face with the man who had been lying to him… and the man who he was currently falling for.
His head and his heart were shouting two different things, while his body refused to listen to either of them.
His head kept telling him that Chase had lied. He was not who he said he was and should not be trusted, while his heart argued that he didn’t know the whole story yet. Chase had been there to protect him against Mr. Stewart and had been nothing but a gentleman to him his entire stay. He owed it to Chase to hear him out.
Then, of course, his body had a mind of its own. His dick kept pulling him toward the big hunky man with firm muscles and the perfect dick, while his ass kept telling Levi he was ready for some action.
Whoever said that life was easy?
“I came to check on your wounds.”
“Matteo know you’re here?” Chase sat with his back against the wall next to the large bay window.
Light from the moon fell gently across Chase’s chiseled face. His upper lip was busted from where Özgur had clocked him, and his wrists looked bloodied and raw from the chains that held him.
Levi shook his head. “No, he would kill me if he found out I was in here.”
“Guess he doesn’t like people helping out his captives,” Chase grumbled, turning to look out the window.
Chase looked at odds with himself as he stared out the glass. Probably struggling with protecting his boss and his work while not wanting to hurt him and… whatever it was that was beginning to develop between them. Or perhaps that was wishful thinking.
“No. He’d be worried that you’d hurt me or do something worse. Matteo doesn’t trust you and is always worried about our safety. He’s like an overprotective father.”
Levi set the tray down on the floor and opened the bottle of rubbing alcohol. He poured a bit of the solution onto a gauze pad, then began gently cleaning the wounds around Chase’s wrists.
Chase clenched his teeth, trying not to react to the stinging of the alcohol. Levi rolled his eyes. Such a guy.
