GIOVANNI
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"I’m disturbing his beauty sleep?" I
repeated the words over and over again like a mantra, glaring hard at his name on my call history.
"I’m disturbing his beauty sleep, or beauty fuck?" I chuckled angrily, tightening my grip on my phone and I knew if I didn’t relax my grip, the phone will break.
But I didn’t give a fuck about my phone right now. I was too mad to care. Anger ignited fury inside of me and I could feel my body heated up at how angry I was right now.
How dare him? How dare that little shit to ignore me because he was fucking some boy?
"Fucking dammit!" I grunted, my shoulders trembling as I put the car to motion and drove out of his street.
Adrian was fucking some boy in that stupid tiny apartment of his, and he didn’t give a shit that I drove all the way down there to see him? He fucking shut me out because he was getting a quick fuck from some boy he had picked from the street?
"Hah!" I let out a humourless laugh as I speed down the street, ignoring the traffic light that had just turned red.
To hell with the traffic light. I was too mad to give a shit about anything or anyone right
now.
"I swear I’m going to break his damn dick if I see him tomorrow." I said through a gritted teeth, tugging at the collar of my shirt and I ripped the top two buttons.
With the air conditioning still turned on, I felt sweat broking down from my forehead.
My car was beginning to suffocate me and it was at this moment I hated the fact they had to make cars this small.
I couldn’t wait to get to my penthouse and get the fuck out of this damn car that I used to love so much but now making me feel like shit.
I pulled over into the parking lot and jumped out of the car as if my butt was on fire. I worked my shirt open as I made a beeline for the elevator.
"That stupid idiot son of a gun." I hissed, banging my fist against the elevator buttons when the stupid thing was taking a little too long to open.
The elevator dinged and I stepped out into my living room, all I wanted to do right now was to have a bottle of whiskey, or maybe two. Soak myself under the shower and sleep, forgetting about that stupid boy and his stupid freckles.
"Look who’s back?" The annoying voice of Marcelo, my damn second brother yelled from my kitchen and if not because I loved him so much, I would have put a bullet into his damn skull the moment he emerged from my kitchen.
Forget about him. Forget he’s here. Ignore that bastard and go to bed. Don’t let him ruin your mood than it’s already is.
"You know I keep telling you to fill up your fridge." Marcelo sneered, closing the distance between us.
If only my brother has a brain, he supposed to know I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his shit right now. But Marcelo was an irritating bastard, he never cared about anyone he just do as he pleased whenever he want.
Tignored him, walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink. After drinking two full cups and it still wasn’t enough, I tipped my head to the back and drank directly from the bottle.
You could say I looked just like my father right now and I wouldn’t even give a shit about it. I was just too mad to care.
"You know if it’s not because you’ve been single since forever, I would have said some innocent boy had broken up with you." Marcelo chuckled behind me, he grabbed a bottle of whatever and sat down on one of the stools.
I still didn’t say anything to my brother, he could keep barking like a damn dog and I won’t give a shit. Image of Adrian getting fucked by that boy made me clenched my hand around the bottle.
I desperately wanted the bottle to break, the urge to break something was just too strong that when the bottle wouldn’t break, it pissed the fuck me out.
Slowly, I lowered the bottle on the counter and walked away from the bar. I heard Marcelo trailing behind me and it pissed me off.
Why can’t this bastard just fuck off and leave me alone?
Marcelo might be my brother and I might or might not have loved him so much, but sometimes he made me wished I had killed him when he was little.
Iloved him, both him and my other brother.
But I didn’t think that feeling was still there right now. Thanks to Adrian. That little piece shit.
"What happened to you?" Marcelo asked as I plunged my butt into the seat, staring blankly at the flat screen of my TV that wasn’t even turned on.
What happened to me? I had no idea. I had no idea what was wrong with me and why I was feeling this frustrated.
Or maybe it was because Adrian might be bending over some whatever furnitures in his apartment right now, his sexy ass bare and some boy with tiny dick entering into him from behind.
A deep grunt rumbled through my chest as I pictured Adrian on his fours on a long table, dripping wet while moaning really hard, and deliciously as that boy fucked his hole.
He would be asking for more. He would be begging that bastard to fuck him harder while he throw his head back, moaning out the boy’s name.
Fuck him!
"Fuck!" I groaned, biting down hard on my inner cheek as I lowered my head to stare at my erection through my pants.
This was so fucked up. It was so messed up. I shouldn’t be getting hard at the thought of Adrian getting fucked by another man who wasn’t me. But my cock was just too stupid to think that way.
"Giovanni fucking Marino!" Marcelo yelled, the next thing I felt was a sharp blade scraping at my arm.
"The fuck is wrong with you?!" I barked angrily, staring at my arm to see blood oozing out of my upper arm.
I looked at Marcelo, the idiot was grinning like a maniac as he pulled his damn knife away. Remind me one of these days to kill this bastard. He pissed the fuck me off.
"Now you’re talking to me." He smiled, came to sit beside me and wrapped his arms around me. "What’s wrong with you, man?"
"Nothing." I hissed, pushing him off me.
"And I don’t appreciate you barging in here like you own this place."
Marcelo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What are you afraid of? It’s not like you ever bring any of your slut here. You fucked them at a hotel because..." He straightened up and made faces. "Your house is too personal for anyone to invade."
"Whatever. Just drink whatever you’re fucking drinking and get the fuck out of here." I turned away from him, tearing my shirt to wrap it around the cut the idiot had given to me.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" He sighed, already entering into his serious mode.
And fucking kill me! I would rather I get the nonchalant Marcelo than the serious Marcelo. This other side of him was fucking scary.
Not wanting to put myself in a situation where I would have to deal with the other side of him, I decided to tell him what he needed to know.
"I killed Dad." I said, as soft as I could pianage.
See, very simple. That would make the conversation very short and simple. The faster I could end the conversation, the faster I can drive this lunatic out of my
penthouse.
"You killed Dad?" He chuckled, punching me on the shoulder. "You’re an heavy drinker so you can’t get drunk over a bottle of whiskey, I swear I know that much." Okay, maybe it was my fault that I didn’t say it very well. Both of my brothers never for once considered Tony good enough to call him "Dad", even though they loved him so much. Because that man was really an angel fallen into the wrong location.
"You know Nikola would have a good laugh if I tell him our dear brother got drunk over a bottle of whiskey, right?" Marcelo said again, he barked out a fit of laughter as he couldn’t just hold it in anyone.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "You remember Tony, Dad’s ex boyfriend?" I asked, making Marcelo shut up at once.
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He looked straight into my eyes, his eyes widened when realization dawned on him.
"Oh shit!" He gasped, gently pulling away from me. "You killed Tony? Did Dad sent you? Fuck! You loved that dude."
"I do." I said, sighing angrily as regret washed over me once again. "Dad knew just how much I loved and respect Tony, yet he sent me to kill that man. Why?"
"Dad is disgusting." He sneered, biting down on his knuckles.
’I said the same thing about him." I shrugged off like it wasn’t a big deal. We were already used to Dad and his fucked up life that none of what he do surprised us
anymore.
Well, might be because we were all fucked up after all.
"He could have sent someone else but that bastard always wanted to prove a dumb point." Marcelo scoffed, leaning back into the seat.
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"You know what Nikola would say if he heard?" I asked, turning my gaze to stare at my brother. "He would say Tony should have reported everything to the feds and take us all down when he had the chance."
"That guy." Marcelo laughed and suddenly, I found myself laughing along with him. The middle child was the craziest of us all and he hated everyone including himself.
Just when I remembered Adrian must have cum for like fifty times and probably might be sucking the boy’s dick right now, I stopped laughing because really, nothing was funny.
"I have a plan. Let’s give you a treat." Marcelo stood up, motioning for me to stand up as well.
"What now?" I groaned, watching him walking towards the elevator. Okay, for Marcelo to want to leave without me forcing him, that little bastard had something up his damned sleeve.
"I have this stupid idiot I wanted to take out this night, I’m thinking maybe I should let you kill him. See? hashtag Brother’s happiness matter." He giggled and I jumped to my feet, already loving this idea.
"No shit?" I asked, raising a full eyebrow.
Marcelo would never let anyone near his prey.
"No shit, brother." He winked and stepped into the elevator, holding the door open for
me.
"You’re my favourite. Please don’t tell Niko." I smirked, grabbed my shirt off the couch and made a beeline for the elevator.
Whoever the prey was would surely regret crossing my path tonight.