GIOVANNI
Standing under the shower, I let water poured down on my head and it rolled down my body, washing away any traces of blood that might still be sticking onto my hair.
My shoulders tensed, feeling restless as I washed up. I stepped out of the shower, throwing a washed towel over my waist.
"Clothes." I said, snapping my fingers at Dominic who came running over to give me
the clothes he had brought for me to change into.
I took the clothes from him and quickly changed into them. I watched my brother through my peripheral as he stepped beside me, grumbling as he put on his clothes.
"Are you okay?" He asked, making me snapped my neck in his direction to look at him.
Frowning, I said. "I’m okay. Why did you ask?"
Marcelo shrugged, rolling his shoulders. "You look kind of stressed."
Of course I was fucking stressed out. My mind was a fucking mess and it felt like my head was going to blow up any moment from now.
"I’m good. Thank you." I said shortly, working the buttons on my shirt.
"If you say so." My brother said, walking away trom me.
I glanced over at my phone, hoping I would get a call from Adrian but the bastard didn’t even make any attempt to call.
That little bastard!
"Hey, Dominic." I called out, stepping out of the shabby bathroom. I should probably have my men renovate this bathroom one of these days.
We don’t usually use this particular warehouse but with my father making
ridiculous request, it does felt like we would be coming here more often now.
"Yes, boss!" Dominic answered, rushing over.
"Yes, boss." Dominic said but I didn’t wait around to say another word.
It was a little bit chilling outside and I was more than grateful for that. Coming from inside the building that was burning hot made me let out a deep grunt of relief when the cold night air met my skin.
I spotted my brother, leaning against my car and this was one of the time I wished I could really kill him.
I hated it when people disrespect my car. But it was either my brother didn’t care about that or he was daring me to hurt him because of a car.
I could really do the latter, I just wasn’t in the mood for it right now.
"Giovanni, my dude." Marcelo grinned, waving me over the moment he spotted me.
He gently got his back off my car and turned around to face me.
"Why are you still here?" I hissed, brushing past him and entered into my car and got under the wheel.
"Why are you still here?" I hissed, brushing past him and entered into my car and got under the wheel.
Marcelo joined me in the car, his grin widening as he fasten the seatbelt. "Don’t feel like reporting to Dad yet."
"Don’t make him look for you by himself." I said, glaring at my brother as if to tell him riding with me was a bad idea.
But if one thing, Marcelo was a brainless idiot.
He would never know what it felt like to keep Dad waiting. Only our brother, Nikola could tell the kind of hell he had to go through for disobeying our father.
"Why not?" He grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It will be fun."
I gave Marcelo a once over look as if to ask if he was really stupid. "There’s no fun in playing with death."
"You think Dad could kill me?" Marcelo scoffed, leaning back into the seat with his arms crossed over his chest. He gave me a curious glare and I just shrugged.
"Well. We all know what he can do." I groaned out, hating that I was having this small talks with my crazy brother when I should be heading home to dwell on alcohol until I could get the thought of Adrian completely off my mind.
"True, but I’m not scared of Dad." Marcelo sneered and I nodded, completely giving up on his case.
"Good for you then." I scoffed, starting the car and drove out of the building and down to the street.
The drive to my penthouse from the warehouse was about an hour long and I was craving alcoholic badly and I didn’t feel like going out for a drink tonight.
"You know I have been thinking..." Marcelo was still trying to say when I chuckled, even my smile looked forced.
"I seriously doubt that." I smirked, stealing a quick glance at him.
Marcelo groaned, glaring hard at me. "Just listen and quit being a dick."
I shrugged, not saying anything as I let my focus on the road.
As if I hadn’t just interrupted him, Marcelo smiled and said. "There’s a popular gay bar downtown, we could go there for a drink if you want."
"Since when have you been drinking at a gay bar?" I asked, genuinely currious.
My brother, Marcelo was the only straight man among us, and sometimes I wondered how he could remained straight after all the years we all spent together and he had never caught the gay flu for once.
"Maybe since I found out that gay bar is not your regular type of bar." He shrugged off, grinning as if he just said the most sensible thing ever.
"Right. It can get a little dirty sometimes." I nodded, confirming that gay bar was never the same like normal bar. But still, there was something Marcelo wasn’t telling me.
"I love dirty." He moaned, throwing his head back on the headrest.
"Hmm?" I smirked, giving him a look that said to stop pretending and tell me what was going on.
Marcelo groaned, glaring at me. "Stop giving me that look, man. I didn’t do anything."
"Not like I trust you." I pointed out, taking an opposite turn per his instruction.
"Whatever." He snorted, taking his eyes off the window.
After a little more than twenty minutes, we got to the bar and I managed to park my car in the front yard.
Marcelo whistled when we stepped down from the car. "Man, it’s a bit crowded tonight."
We made our way inside and I halted on my track. I had never seen a gay bar been this crowded before. Even the dancefloor was overcrowded with people grooming and getting sweaty.
Frowning, I turned to look at my brother. "Is it always like this?"
He shook his head, pointing to the stage with a wide grin on his face. "Guess it’s because of that guy with sweet cum."
"Sweet what...?!" I half-yelled, throwing a suspicious smirk at my eyes followed his line of vision to a hot dude on the stage, singing with his shirt off. "Jesus, Marc!"
"What?" Marcelo scoffed, nudging me slightly.
"You hooked up with... A man?" I asked, trying to imagine how easy it was for him to fooled me into thinking he was still a straight
man.
Marcelo scoffed, leaning against the wall. His eyes were still on the singer. "You’d be off point it you put it that way." I didn’t say anything, just smiling wickedly at my brother. Marcelo turned to look at me, he frowned and scoffed upon seeing the look on my face.
"Really. I’m serious. I didn’t really fuck him. I just... You know." He threw his hands up, rolling his tongue over his lip. "I just help him get off."
"You suck a fucking dick?"’ I barked out a laugh, my voice was barely audible as the singer pulled a fucking ear blasting high pitched note.
"So?" Marcelo laughed.
"Sorry, but that’s gayer for what a straight man should do." I pointed out, making him see that no straight man suck dick. He was pretty gay than he could ever imagine.
"I only help a dude get off. Come on." He scoffed, almost sounding offended.
Not wanting to drop it just yet, I pointed at the man on stage and smirked at my brother.
"That’s fucking gay."
"Uh-huh." He smiled, rolling his eyes.
"You’ll burn in hell." I said, moving my gaze away from the man who seemed to be seducing my brother with his hips thrust.
"Amen." Marcelo moaned hungrily and I just couldn’t help but smile.
Guess I didn’t have to worry about Marcelo impregnating any random girl anymore. It did looked like he won’t be swinging that way
anymore after this.
Marcelo grabbed my arm, giving me a pleasing smile. "I’ll be back. I need to..."
"To suck your gay friend?" I helped him finished his sentence, already knew what would happen after he leave this room.
"Fuck you!" Marcelo laughed, punched my arm and walked away from me.
I watched him disappeared to a backroom and I didn’t want to know what my brother was up to in there so I quickly moved my gaze back to the stage and there, I met the shock of my life.
"What the fuck!" I growled angrily, watching the damn single dancing with Adrian. The two were shirtless and their chests were fucking touching.
No. Fucking no!