All Chapters of His Enemy's Vow : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

~Cassius~"Yoo-hoo! You're back! All by yourself?"I turn and see Giulio standing by the rows of black sedans. He's wearing a purple suit with a red bowtie. His shoes and pants are the same color. I bet his underwear is purple too.His fashion is seriously too flashy and blinding. Giulio should be on the runway instead of being part of the Mafia."Alessio left.""You two aren't biting each other's heads off? Tell me. What changed? Come, tell me, tell me.""Why are you so interested in gossip about your brother, anyway? You don't work for the newspapers," I snort, brushing past him and taking the elevator up. Giulio follows me."Life is too short to stay serious. Gossip is my energy pills," Giulio shrugs."Is Alessio that busy?""You're no longer calling him a motherfucker. Improvement.""Answer my question.""Yes, he is. He's the head of the family. It's no easy feat."I walk into the closet to see that someone has arranged everything neatly. Alessio's drawers are back to normal. I'm

~Cassius~"If you wanted my photos, you could have asked," he sounds displeased."Would you have given them to me?" I must have a death wish because my mouth can hardly say a nice thing.He snatches the album out of my hands and tosses it to God knows where."Hey, you can't possibly be jealous of your own brother," I blurt out."So what if I am?" Alessio towers over me, pushing me back onto the couch. My cheeks and chest seem to be heating up from his stare like he's stroking my skin.Giulio comes running back into the room, destroying the building tension."Uh, I just want to remind you guys. No fucking on my couch. Or my kitty carpets. They're limited edition.""I wasn't planning to," Alessio says, his brows pulling down in a deep frown. And somehow, I feel disappointed. I want him to touch me. I want to feel his skin against mine. I haven't realized that I've been craving his touch. Did he fuck me to the point of

~Alessio~So he's learned to be a good boy and use more words than just demanding.Pushing him onto the car, my fingers unzip him and yank his pants down. They fall to his ankles. He has a beautiful fucking smooth cock, dripping with precum. Cassius turns around but I stop him."No, I want to see your face when you come.""Oh fuck," his cheeks are red. Is he blushing? He doesn't strike me as the shy type. I jerk his cock a few times, using his precum as lube. His back is pressed against the car, his legs spread out, waiting for me to take him, to ruin that tight ass.I line my cock up at his entrance. Cassius licks his lips, sucking in a breath as he looks at me expectantly. Slowly, I push my length into him, rubbing against his walls."Mmnn... Umph... Fuck," he gasps. He pulls on my necktie, bringing my face to his. Cassius kisses me with raw hunger like a beast. I push my whole length into him, relishing the feel of his tight a

~Cassius~I swing my leg over my Harley, stepping on the pedal. The wind pounds on my face as I zip across New York City. It's a new day and I've never felt this good before. I don't know what's gotten into me. Must have been how I rode Alessio last night.I pull up in front of a shop owned by my cousin. Kai waves me over. He's the son of my father's sister, Aunt Francesca, or Frances as we call her."What's up?""You asked me to keep an eye on Jeanne. Congrats. She's back on track. No suicidal thoughts so far. Your old man has hired a therapist for her to help her work through her problems," Kai beckons me over.I sit across from him under a shade. Kai got us strawberry milkshake with fruity bits — my favourite — and some croissants.Someone crosses my vision. Tyler, the bastard from high school, the one who loves to embarrass me and stuff me into lockers because of my sexuality. I knew I was gay since I was thirteen. I found me

~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