GIOVANNI
"Can I have your phone?" I asked, staring at the little shit with a fake smile on my face.
Adrian rolled his eyes, I had half expected him to protest but then, he dipped his hand into his pants pocket and took out his phone. Just like a good boy.
"Please tell me you’re not installing a tracker app on my phone." He said, eyes twitching as he extended his phone to me.
Ignoring his smartass comment, I didn’t expect him to be this obedient and... Cute?
He was so cute that I couldn’t help but pat his head. His hair was so soft against my rough hand which made me bit back a harsh grunt.
"Good boy." I smiled warmly, retrieving the phone from him and then took my hand off his head.
All I wanted to do was to save my contact on his phone, but when he said something about me putting a tracker on his phone, the urge to do it was so strong.
"You want me to track your location?" I asked, raising my head to stare at him. I would do it if he say I should.
Adrian pulled on a confuse glare and groaned. "Oh, please don’t."
"Okay." I muttered, taking my gaze back to his phone.
I looked up his call history and I noticed he had deleted my number. I chuckled, shaking my head at how stubborn he was.
Stubbornness did look good on him.
"I’m saving my contact on your phone, you better don’t delete it because I’m going to be checking it every day we meet." I warned, took his hand and dropped the phone on his stretched hand.
My fingers brushed gently against his and I felt my cock throbbed with excitement. That poor thing.
"Why are you even doing this?" Adrian sighed, he was about to lock his phone when he saw my contact and he gasped.
"Please tell me you don’t mean it?" He yelled, shoving the phone on my face and I chuckled, grabbed his hand and pressed a soft kiss on his knuckles.
"Uh-huh." I grinned, brushing his knuckles with my thumb.
A disgusting glare formed on his face as Adrian slowly withdrew his hand from mine.
"Why would you save your contact on my phone as ’I Love Him’?"
"Don’t you love me?" I asked, confused.
I mean, it’s a ridiculous question to ask but why am I feeling sad as I stared at him?
"Please tell me I can change this back to your name?" Adrian groaned, staring at my contact with such disdain look on his face.
I chuckled, why do I found everything he does to be this cute? "Why? Does my name turns you on?"
"You’re really crazy, aren’t you?" Adrian scoffed, turning his gaze away and I caught him smiling as he shoved his phone back into his pants pocket.
"It’s all for you." I grinned, staring at his long fingers as they clenched around his backpack strap.
Adrian opened the door, my eyes training on his lean frame as he stepped out of the car.
"Bye. And I hope I never see you again."
I watched him as he rounded the car and rolled down the window on my side. I looked
out of the window and whistled.
"Call me when you get off work I’ll come by to pick you." I yelled after him, Adrian stopped sort on his track and turned around to face me.
"Oh, I’m begging you. Please let’s stop everything here." He whined, if I hadn’t caught him blushing earlier after I said my name turned him on, I would have said he really didn’t want me near him.
"Alright, see you later sex ass." I winked my eyes moving from his cute face to his tight ass. Made me wonder just how nice his ass would look without those tight pants on.
Adrian tried to hide his flush cheeks as he flipped me the bird. "Fuck you!"
That was all he said before crossing over to the cosmetic shop. Just then, I imagined him wearing a black nail polish and a red lipstick with light makeup on. A crop top that exposed his lean muscle and a short skirt that revealed his long, sexy legs. He would sit on my bed with his legs wide open.
"Fucking hell!" I groaned, sucking in a sharp breath as heat spread through my body.
I dropped my gaze to my crotch and saw the obvious tent in my pants. "You really love the idea, don’t you?" I said to my hard cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Be careful who you get aroused for, that boy is our target, we can’t fuck him."
Call me crazy for talking to my cock like it was a human, but can you really blame me?
That bastard was getting hard for the wrong person and it deserved some scolding.
My phone buzzed in my pants pocket and I fished it out. My jaw clenched tightly when I saw who was calling.
"Dad?" I groaned, pressing the phone against my ear.
"Come to the penthouse." His ordered, dropping the call without waiting for my response.
That fucking control freak!
As I peeled out of the driveway of the cosmetic shop, my anger shifted into high gear as I gripped the wheel tightly until my knuckles turned white. I drove into the street, and toward the penthouse.
No matter how long I had took over the business from Dad, he still act as if he was the one in charge and I hated how easy it was for him to control me.
I drove into the compound and stepped out of the car. Staring at the penthouse, I felt my anger growing into a wild flame as I took the elevator to the penthouse.
"Do you know what it means to have the feds parading our business?" My father barked, even before I could step out of the elevator.
There we go again. Treating me like I haven’t been doing this for a decade.
"I’m sorry, Dad. I’m working on it." I grumbled, walking over to stand before him.
"Working on what exactly?" My Dad asked, took the stick of his tobacco off his mouth and puffed out smoke. "I thought I told you to get rid of that bastard?"
Like it was easy to do, huh? How about you walk down to him and gun him dead if there won’t be any repercussion?
I wanted to yell at my father for always dishing out order from the corner of his house. But instead of saying those words that might get me lock up in jail - because that was my father’s way of pushing both myself and my brothers— I just toned down my voice and said something entirely different.
"It’s so hard to take out a police chief when he’s currently on our tail. That would give people enough reason to doubt us." I muttered, hands crossed behind my back and my gaze dropped to the floor.
"Whatever you do, Kid, make sure you get this shit done real quick. Business has been a mess because of the feds." My father added, not giving a shit to know how I was going to get it done.
He only cared about the results, never about the process.
"Yes, sir." I replied anyway, not wanting to risk saying anything complicated.
My father stood up from the settee, he walked over to his safe and took out a document. I bet fifty grands he has work he needed for it to be done real quick.
"There are some rats I want you to take care of." He said, walking back over to me. He plunged back into his seat, gulping down a large amount of whiskey down his throat.
Direct from the bottle.
Talk about old habit!
All the irritation drained out of me with one glance at the serious expression on my father’s face. I nodded my head. "Give me names and I’ll get it done tonight."
He blew out a break of smoke from his tobacco. "I want a clean job done, kid." He showed the papers forward and I hastily picked them up.
"I’ll try my best not to leave any traces that’ll lead to us." I said through a gritted teeth, gave him a curt bow and turned around to leave.
Guess I would be spending the rest of the evening taking care of some rates instead of following some sexy boy with freckles around.