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But maybe there were stronger bonds out there…
As he stormed over to the Petrovs, Ollie looked back at him. The kid's eyes were wide, his gaze pure as it held Toro's.
Like the bond between the two of them.
"You don't deserve to be called his father," Toro snarled. With lightning speed, he lunged forward, his powerful hand gripping Al's wrist and wrenching the gun away. He tossed it aside with a clatter.
"Get him!" Al snarled, his face contorting with fury as he gestured to the backup he'd brought with him: a small army of hulking men who moved towards Toro like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Defending me wasn't part of the deal, Toro," Ollie whispered urgently, his wide eyes full of concern. "You should run."
"Like hell I'm leaving you here," Toro shot back, his mind racing as he calculated the odds against him. But even as he mentally weighed his options, his body was already moving, years of brutal conditioning kicking in as he met the first attacker head-on. "Boys!" he called, shielding Ollie with his body and whistling for his men.
Punches were thrown, and bodies collided with bone-crunching force. "Stay with me, Ollie," Toro growled, his voice low and commanding as he used the distraction to incapacitate the remaining attackers. He moved like a predator, his powerful body fueled by adrenaline and an insatiable hunger for dominance. With every hit, he felt his connection to Ollie deepen: a dark, unbreakable bond forged in blood and desire.
Toro's strength and skill were more than a match for the lesser thugs, but their sheer numbers were overwhelming. But each blow he landed on an assailant seemed to drag another from the shadows, until Toro and his men were outnumbered.
Count on scum like Petrov to stack the odds in his favor. Toro scanned the battlefield, assessing.
It didn't look good. "Get out of here, Ollie!" Toro called out between grunts of exertion, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to protect the young man who had so thoroughly ensnared him.
Ollie hesitated, clearly torn between his desire to escape and the need to stay by Toro's side. But as he watched the brutal struggle unfold before him, his face grew determined.
"Can't do that, big guy," Ollie murmured, his expression fixed. He stood behind Toro, close enough to feel his body heat.
"Stupid," Toro said, but he was grinning.
Just as Toro managed to throw another thug to the ground, a cold voice cut through the melee like a knife. "Enough!" Al snarled, his hand tightening around the grip of his gun as he leveled it at Toro's chest. "I'm tired of playing these games."
"Then maybe you should quit while you're ahead!" Ollie snapped.
Before Toro could stop him, Ollie darted away, headed straight for Al. "It's me you want!"
"Ollie, no…" Toro breathed, his heart hammering in his chest.
Al's hand jerked over to land his aim on his son, and Toro braced himself for the bullet that would end it all.
But just as the shot rang out, Ollie lunged forward, slugging Al in the jaw with all the force his wiry frame could muster. The impact sent Al reeling, the gun slipping from his grasp as he stumbled backward, momentarily dazed.
"Nice hit, baby," Toro panted, his eyes glittering with pride and arousal as he took in the sight of Ollie standing over his fallen father. He grabbed Ollie's hand, and dragged him away. "Now let's get the fuck out of here before they regroup. Boys, peel out!"
"Shit, Toro!" Ollie gasped as he was dragged away, his gaze locked on a deep gash in his arm. "You're hurt!"
"Doesn't matter," Toro muttered, his eyes never leaving Ollie's as he fought to maintain control over the pain coursing through his body. "We need to go, now."
"Fuck, yes," Ollie agreed, his own arousal mirrored in the heated flush that spread across his cheeks. "Let's get out of here."
Together, they raced to their van, the air between them crackling with tension and unspoken promises of what would come next. Toro and his men split, all heading in different directions to shake off any tails. As they peeled away from the scene, the roar of the engine was matched only by the pounding of their hearts--two souls bound together by the chaos they'd just left behind.
"God, kid… what you did back there…" Ollie began, his voice shaking with a mixture of fear and lust. "It was so fucking hot."
Ollie grinned, bright and broad. It was the most beautiful thing that Toro had ever seen.
But then that grin faltered. "Shit, Toro… all that blood," Ollie's voice quivered as he stared at the gash on Toro's arm. His breath hitched in his throat, and he bandaged it as best he could, wrapping a torn shirt around it.
"Relax, baby," Toro drawled, attempting to maintain his signature cocky demeanor despite the growing dizziness that threatened to consume him. "It's just a scratch. I've had worse."
"Scratch?" Ollie snapped, his eyes blazing with a mix of worry and admiration. "You really are something else, aren't you?"
