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"Damn right," Toro murmured, feeling a surge of pride at the way Ollie looked at him, like he was some sort of hero. But the wooziness was becoming too much, and he knew he needed help. Reluctantly, he pulled the van over and fished his phone from his pocket, dialing the number that always made him feel like a naughty kid coming home with a bad report card.
"Hey, boss," he muttered into the phone, trying to sound casual even as he fought to stay conscious. "Got a bit of a situation here…"
Chapter ten
OllielistenedtoToro'shushed conversation, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Toro now--not after everything they'd been through.
Toro hung up his call. "We just have to wait for them."
The raw power and dominance that Toro had displayed during the fight had only fueled Ollie's already simmering desire for the man, and he knew he couldn't let this moment pass without seizing it.
"Fuck waiting," Ollie whispered hotly, grabbing Toro's face and pulling him into a desperate, passionate kiss. Their lips crashed together like two forces of nature colliding, leaving them both gasping for air.
"God, Ollie," he rasped, his voice low and gravelly from desire. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Tell me," Ollie murmured against Toro's lips, his fingers digging into the rough stubble of Toro's jawline. "I want to hear it all."
"Seeing you put up a fight… it made me want you even more," Toro confessed, his dark eyes locking onto Ollie's with raw need. "It made me want to claim you, mark you as mine. To show you how much I fucking need you."
Ollie shuddered at the words, arousal pooling low in his belly. "That's what I want, too," he whispered back, his voice shaking with emotion. "I want you to take me, Toro. Make me yours."
Toro groaned, the sound guttural and primal. His uninjured hand snaked around Ollie's waist, pulling him flush against his body. Their lips met again in a searing kiss, tongues tangling together as they shared their passion and need.
"But…" Reluctantly, Ollie pulled back. "Maybe after all your blood stops, um, coming out of you."
Toro laughed, wild and joyful. He pulled Ollie close.
"Stay with me, kid?" Toro whispered, his voice heavy and raw as he clung to the remnants of consciousness.
"Of course," Ollie vowed, his voice breathy and full of promise. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Fuck, Ollie," Toro groaned, his dark eyes locked onto Ollie's as if trying to memorize every detail of the man who'd taken him by storm. "You've got no idea what you do to me. The way you beg for me… it drives me insane."
"Good," Ollie whispered, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the crook of Toro's neck. "Because I want you to lose control, Toro. I want you to take me so hard that we both forget our own names."
"Jesus Christ," Toro muttered, a mixture of arousal and desperation coloring his tone. "You're gonna be the death of me, Ollie Petrov."
"Maybe," Ollie replied, a wicked glint in his eyes. "But I'll make sure it's a death worth dying."
"Promise?" Toro asked, his lips quirked into a half-smile even as darkness continued to encroach on his vision.
"Promise," Ollie confirmed, sealing their pact with another searing, possessive kiss.
Chapter eleven
Olliecouldfeelthetension suffocating him as he stood alongside Toro in the grand hall of the Toscano mansion. The air was thick with anticipation, each of them awaiting Angelo's arrival with bated breath. Ollie couldn't help but notice the way the golden chandelier above seemed to cast an eerie glow on the dark wooden floor that creaked beneath their feet.
Toro, however, remained stoic, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, radiating confidence and power despite the situation at hand. A faint scent of his cologne wafted through the air, a mixture of woodsy notes and something more primal. It served as a reminder to Ollie of the man who had saved him from his father, and the undeniable attraction he felt toward him.
Suddenly, the doors to the grand hall swung open, revealing a tall, imposing figure. Angelo Toscano stepped into the room, his eyes cold and calculating as they surveyed the scene before him. He was accompanied by the brawny, careful man that had come to see Ollie before--Bear, he remembered.
Angelo's gaze lingered on Ollie for a moment, causing him to shiver involuntarily, before settling onto Toro with a look of clear displeasure.
"Explain yourself, Toro," Angelo demanded, his voice echoing through the vast space.
Ollie sensed the tension between Toro and Angelo intensifying, the unspoken power struggle simmering just below the surface. He knew that whatever happened next would set the course for not only his future but also the futures of those who had risked everything to save him.
"Angelo, you know as well as I do that Ollie didn't deserve what his father had planned for him," Toro replied, his voice deep and commanding as he stood tall and unyielding. "I couldn't stand by and watch Petrov merc his own son."
