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“Working on it.” Jimmy smiled stupidly and hid his face in Cold’s chest.
Rowena had cleaned herself up, makeup and hair flawless as usual, and she had both shoes on now.
Cold looked annoyed, turning his head to glare at her. “Need something, sis? Maybe confess to some more crimes?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Let me go commit some, and then I’ll get back to you.” Rowena grinned. “You two are definitely working on some lovely indecent exposure charges, you know.”
Cold stared, unbuckling his belt before pulling his pants down, giving her full view of his bare ass. “Is this indecent enough for you?”
“Oh ew, gross!” Rowena squealed in revulsion. “Fine! I’ll leave you alone! I just wanted to tell you everyone is here except Jules and Corman. Have fun making up!” She quickly exited, slamming the door behind her.
Cold rolled his eyes and sighed. “Making up. Is that what we’re doing?”
“I hope so,” Jimmy replied honestly, glancing down at Cold’s hard cock bobbing between them. He kissed Cold. “I’m sorry, Rod.”
Cold flinched, his hands twitching on Jimmy’s thighs.
“I’m really sorry,” Jimmy said again, hoping Cold knew how much he meant it. “I’ll try to be more patient. I didn’t mean to push you so hard. I just… I need some sort of… commitment.”
Tilting his head, Cold pursed his lips in that thoughtful way of his but said nothing.
“I’m kind of, uh, putting myself out there,” Jimmy said nervously. “Don’t leave me hanging. Please. If you don’t wanna be mine, I get it. I mean, I don’t get it, but… I need something, Rod.”
“I spent almost all of my life as property,” Cold replied quietly. “I was a thing. To be used however they wanted.” He closed his eyes as if to fend off a wave of pain, but he kept going. “I swore that once I was free, no one would ever own me again. No one. I will never be yours because I refuse to belong to anyone except myself.”
Jimmy couldn’t help the look of despair that came over him, both for Cold’s admission of his earlier life and his adamant declaration that he would never be Jimmy’s. He could feel his heart breaking, and his eyes were already damp with fresh tears.
That couldn’t be it.
It just couldn’t be.
“Rod,” Jimmy pleaded, ready to fight, ready to beg if he had to. He sniffed but quieted down when Cold shook his head.
He wasn’t done yet.
“But,” Cold said, his voice gentle as he cradled Jimmy’s face, “what I can give you is this. One final deal. I’m offering you my loyalty, my affection, my home, and my bed. For as long as you want it.”
“And in return?” Jimmy asked, daring to hope. “What do I have to do?”
“Be mine, Jimmy,” Cold replied sincerely. “Be mine always. Be loyal to me and only me. Be mine, and I promise that I will always take care of you.”
“So.” Jimmy grinned. “I’ll actually be a mafia boyfriend?”
Cold scoffed. “Yes, Jimmy.”
“What about the money? All the money I owe you?”
“Consider it a signing bonus and your debt forgiven. I will still help get your father out of prison. You’ll continue working here at the club for as long as you’d like, but I still control what happens in the bedroom. My rules, everything at my discretion, always. That’s not negotiable.”
“Fine. Yes.”
“Now, tell me, Jimmy,” Cold drawled, studying Jimmy’s face carefully. “Is that enough for you?”
“That’s enough,” Jimmy assured him. “That’s enough for me. If that’s what you’re offering, I’m taking it. All of it. I’m yours.”
“Thought you might.” Cold captured Jimmy’s lips in another deep kiss.
Jimmy moaned, melting against him. He could feel Cold’s cock pressing against his thigh, and he mewled softly in anticipation. He was already trying to figure out if spit would be adequate enough lube when there was a heavy knock at the door.
