Page 29 of Shot For Mercy

Em pulls out of me swiftly, and I fall forward onto the bed, my chest meeting the mattress. I’m sticky with cum, but I ignore it. Rough hands pull my cheeks apart, and then his breath is on me. He licks me tentatively, then groans.

“Push my cum out for me, Cole,” he tells me, and I do it. He licks it, rimming me and eating it out of me. “Fuck, I could eat you all day.”

“Do it,” I groan, loving his possessiveness.

He leans back in, licking me once more, and I close my eyes to the feeling of his tongue thrusting into my ass. Once he deems me clean, he pulls away. But when I look back, his face is blank, and his body is stiff. As if?—

“Get out,” he growls.

“W-what?” I stutter, confused. I get up, kneeling on the bed, staring at him wide-eyed. “But?—”

Emiliano grabs my hair roughly and pulls me off the bed, my scalp screaming in pain. I shake him off, pushing him away, and he stumbles back. “I said—get out,” he repeats.

“Why?” I ask him slowly.

“This was a mistake,” he replies, and my heart falls all the way down to my ass. “It won’t happen again.”

“You think I’m a fucking mistake?” My voice shakes with the question, and I’m so afraid of the answer that I don’t know why I asked in the first place. My eyes sting, and then a tear trails down my cheek. I wipe it quickly, but he saw it. Emotions run through his eyes, but they’re fleeting, and I can’t decipher them. What I don’t expect is his silence.

It stings more than words.

“Fuck you,” I snarl, walking quickly toward the door.

My hand wraps around the doorknob and I swing it open so hard it bangs against the wall. I’m halfway down the hallway when he speaks again.

“Wait—” Em says, but I don’t wait. I high-tail it to my room. Before I can close the door on him, he slaps his hand on it and shoves it open. “Matteo is in love with you. This is a betrayal!”

I laugh, and it sounds manic. “Fuck Matteo and fuck you too,” I spit. “Stop fucking leading me on. I’m not your toy.”

Pain flashes in Emiliano’s eyes, but then he nods.

And as if he couldn’t twist the knife in my chest any more than he already has, he walks away without another word. And that gaping hole in my chest? It bleeds and bleeds until I’m sure my life force is draining from me.

I’m too weak for him.

But no more.

I’m fucking done.

The alarm rings on my phone, showing me it’s seven in the evening. Fuck, I slept through the day, but in my defense, I tossed and turned until the sun was already out. I know I did the wrong thing with Cole, just like I know I need to apologize to him. I should’ve never said he was a mistake. Especially not after the moment we shared. But damn it, I was freaking the fuck out. The thought of losing Matteo was like a weight in my chest, and I could barely breathe at the possibility of it. I’m not delusional. I know that if I do this—give Cole a real shot—Matteo will disown me as his father. I will be out of his life for good, and I can’t bear the thought of losing him. I just also can’t bear the thought of Cole walking out of my life either.

Getting out of bed, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. My skin is clear of any marks from Cole, no evidence of our night together left behind. And I hate it, yet also feel relieved. My bed is a different story though. The sheets are crumpled and cum-stained, and my pillows smell just like him—like coconut. It’s odd that he’d smell tropical, but it also suits him at the same time.

I stand in front of my bedroom door, take a deep breath, and open it slowly. The house is eerily quiet. Matteo has clearly not come back yet. I walk down the hallway toward Cole’s room, just to stop in my tracks. His bedroom door is open, and when I get closer, I see there are bags and a suitcase on his bed. I don’t care if it’s an invasion of privacy. I head over to his dresser and closet, just to find all his stuff is packed up.

My stomach sinks, and it feels like I have to throw up.

I fucked up—reallyfucked up—and I need to find him. But where the hell would he go right now? I can’t call Matteo either. He’d be suspicious and definitely ask why Cole and I are fighting. He’d forget all about his hurt feelings and confront Cole as well, and knowing him, he’d probably spill his guts to my son out of spite. But he wouldn’t, would he? I’m not even sure anymore.

My phone begins to ring, startling me, and I run back to my room in hopes it’s Cole. I’m disappointed when I see it’s my brother Alessandro instead. I think about not answering. I think about hiding out in my room until Cole gets back and tries to leave me, but something tells me it might be an important call.

“Hello?” I mutter. “This better be good, Alex.”

“I’ll forgive you just this once, Emiliano.” My brother sighs, and I can imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose. He always does it when he uses this tone of voice. “The Russians are on our territory. We just picked up two of them.”

“What?” I bark, suddenly even more worried about Cole. If they find him, they’re probably going to want payback for Andrey. I can’t let them take him. “Find them all. Whatever it takes.”

“Yes, brother.” Alessandro sighs again. “I’m on it.”

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