LOGIN~Cassius~
I change the subject. I don't want to tell him about me, my faults, and how much of a failure I am. Everyone gets turned off. He would too. I don't know why I care so much but it's the truth. I care how he sees me. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" "Dante chased me out of the office," Alessio sighs. Dante is Alessio's youngest uncle. He's about the same age as Alessio, though I'm not sure. Maybe he's younger? Never mind~Cassius~ Meeting his dark eyes, I lean into his touch and the warmth radiating from his chest. "He's changed," Dante tsks. "What do you mean?" Giulio asks, looking confused. But it seems like he's asking on purpose. To provoke Alessio. "Can't you see how he looks at Cassius?" "Doesn't everyone look that way at people?" Enzo innocently munches on a cookie. "Are you kidding me? My dear nephew looks like he wants to gobble Cassius up in that creepy possessive way." "Our boring workaholic brother is finally smiling. Oh look, I spot it," Giulio points at Alessio. They're talking so loudly I'm surprised they don't fear Alessio. "Alessio! I missed you so much. You're finally here!" "So so much!" I watch as two girls run up to Alessio and throw their arms around his waist. One of them must be his sister. Then who's the other? W
~Cassius~Last night was the wildest night I've had with Alessio, the wildest of my life. The memories come floating back one by one and my face is turning redder by the second.My ass still throbs from how hard he slammed into me last night and how he filled me up. Every part of me, my inner thighs, my neck, shoulders, collarbone and ass, has marks all over. Bite marks. He fucking bit me. And I loved it.I stand in front of the mirror, naked, as I turn to view my back. He didn't spare my behind either. Fuck, it's so sexy. Next time, I want him to leave them again. Maybe I could leave mine on him. I think I already did.Alessio is walking around with a purplish mark on his neck, setting the table. My bite. I bit him. And I want to do it again because it looks so sexy and fucking hot on him, like he's meant to walk around covered in my hickeys and marks. It's primitive but there's something about my man walking around with my marks that makes me pr
~Alessio~"I'm bi," I say, sucking in a deep breath as Cassius rolls his hips slowly over me like he wants to torture me.He doesn't have to do anything to make me hard. I'm hard and my cock is straining painfully in my pants. Cassius takes the initiative to kiss me.His kiss is hard. Crazy. Raw and hungry. I kiss him back, biting his lips and fighting for control. Our tongues fight for dominance but he's drunk so I win, taking the lead. I suck his tongue, sweeping over his jaw and to his neck. I trail kisses and bites down his neck and over his throat. I suckle on his flesh while he starts to undress me. Cassius pulls my jacket down my shoulders."Fuck," he groans, frustrated when the jacket doesn't go all the way down."Wait," he reaches down and pulls out a knife from his boot. I didn't notice he was carrying a weapon.He drags the blade across my jacket. The sound of ripping fabric fills my ears. I'm beneath him, shirtless. H
~Alessio~"Dear nephew!" Dante, my youngest uncle, bursts into my office. How did the guards not inform me of his arrival?I would have thought that he and Giulio were twins if it weren't for his eye color. They have the same hobbies and interests, and their personalities are almost identical. Both like to annoy me and push me to have fun.I lean back and give him a questioning glare. Uncle Dante whistles. He crosses the room and sits on my desk."Come on. I organized a party with our close relatives. It's tomorrow night. Your siblings are going to be there too. You should go shopping and buy yourself something nice to wear. I took a peek at your wardrobe last month. Full of boring, monotonous, ugly colors. Don't let your siblings laugh at you. Don't be a party pooper," he tugs on my sleeve and shakes it left and right, like a little girl begging her mother to take her to the playground.It gives me the creeps. Slapping his hand away, I s
~Cassius~He shows me a bullet.Maciej Kowalski's signature bullet. Gold with silver stripes and his initials, MK engraved clearly. The guy's fucking cocky to have made his name on the bullet like he wants to announce to everyone that he killed someone. "Where did you get it from?" I ask.Pulling down his jacket, Killian shows me his arm. No fucking way. There's a bandage with a red stain over his right arm. Killian... was attacked. Is this some kind of game to scare the Davenports?"I should be asking you. Did you bring home more trouble than necessary?" His fists are tight by his side, the veins throbbing at his temples.He thinks every bad thing that happens to this family or his life is because of me?"You think you got shot because of me? Self-absorbed as always, Killian. Why don't you think that it was because you fucked up somewhere, hid it from us and then came back acting like nothing ever happened? Get over yo
~Cassius~ I change the subject. I don't want to tell him about me, my faults, and how much of a failure I am. Everyone gets turned off. He would too. I don't know why I care so much but it's the truth. I care how he sees me. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" "Dante chased me out of the office," Alessio sighs. Dante is Alessio's youngest uncle. He's about the same age as Alessio, though I'm not sure. Maybe he's younger? Never mind Alessio's family. His family is huge from what I know. How long has he been following me and why? This piques my interest. "Wanna grab a bite?" Without waiting for an answer, I pull him to a fast food chain. I look down at our hands, interlocked with fingers intertwined. I couldn't help but smile. Why does the image of our hands together feel sweet? I release Alessio's hand and step in. The bell above the door rings. The waitress greets us
~Alessio~I watch as he takes my bride, places her on his bike, and takes off like a shooting star. Never has anyone disregarded me like this, pulling a fucking gun right in front of my eyes. That pure arrogance of his got under my nerves, and I resist the urge to end his life. Who is he? More imp
~Cassius~To say my life is bad is an understatement. Dad paces the room back and forth, his steps making my sister uneasy. Jeanne sits on the couch, burying her face in her hands."What's going to happen?" she asks, eyes red and watery as she looks at me. Her chocolate hair is mussed up, like she
~Cassius~I jump away in time and laugh, quickly stuffing the stolen roll into my mouth."Get back here and spit that out!" She chases me and tries to whoop my ass with her ladle.She's energetic for a fifty-seven-year-old woman, chasing me round and round the table until I give up. Not because I c
Anger is my partner in crime. I always have this shoot-first-ask-questions-later attitude. Even though I appear calm on the outside, I'm a fucking mess on the inside. The voices in my head are getting louder and louder.I view things negatively and anger is the only way to solve issues that become







