Page 45 of Savage
Shaking my head, I stood up and collected the cleared plates off the table. There were never any leftovers with Dar around, but that had been a norm for us for years. I smiled to myself. Dar could eat his fill of anything he wanted, no longer having to hold back.
I was noticing each day that passed maybe this was the best move for us. Even if I wouldn’t have ever made the decision myself. I filled the sink with hot water and added soap.
Never in a million years would I have thought I’d end up in a warehouse with my two best friends as we...Dated?I shook my head. Whatever was going on with a man who belonged to the mafia.
My parents would have had a heart attack, and undoubtedly I would be locked away or placed in some hole until I came to terms with their rules. All choice was stripped away from me from the day I was born. I was to be molded into my father’s warped, perfect image. Remembering my home life made bile burn the back of my throat, and I shut my eyes as I swallowed it back.
Even now, making choices was hard for me. I made them, but each time it was like walking on a bed of needles while holding two plates on fire and trying not to fall over or burn everything down. I grabbed the sink’s edge and took in shallow breaths trying to make sure I didn’t show anything to the others.
I was fine; I wasn’t there anymore. We ran away, and for years, I’d successfully stayed hidden from them. It was a reason we’d never obtained our IDs or used our real names when working for someone.
Elio was the first person to hear our real names, which had been a slip-up on our part. Still, looking back on it, maybe it was fate showing us that it was for the best.
I rolled my shoulders back, trying to force the tension from my body, and went to wash the dishes. Losing myself to mindless work would be the only thing that helped calm me down.
“Let’s go on a date,” Sayge said.
I stopped washing dishes and stared at him as if he’d lost his mind.
Still, Sayge wasn’t paying any attention to anyone else; he sat on Elio’s lap, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Please, daddy?”
There was no way that was going—
“Okay,” Elio said.
I dropped the dish and turned around with soapy wet hands. “Wait. Really?”
Sayge kissed Elio and smiled at me. Knowing him, his idea of a date would be some sex club. Dar paused the television and ran over to us.
“I say let’s go to a fight,” Dar said.
Sayge shook his head. “I was thinking more of the kinky kind of date.”
Of course, he was.I wiped my hands on the dry towel and returned to the kitchen table.
“Cal, what kind of date do you want?” Sayge asked.
My heart beat erratically, and I tried to come up with something. However, I was still stuck on the fact that Elio had agreed to take us out on a date.
“I don’t know.”
Elio stared at me, and I worked hard not to squirm on the spot. It was as if he was willing me to tell him what I wanted. Still, Ididn’tknow.
“Come on, there has to be something,” Dar said.
It was the first time he’d spoken to me directly in days. My stomach flipped.
“Uh, I guess dinner would be nice,” I said. My face filled with heat, and I glanced away from them. “Outside the warehouse.”
Elio hummed.
“So which one, daddy?” Sayge asked. He bounced on Elio’s lap, and the way Elio grabbed Sayge’s hips and moved him, I knew he had to be hard.
The heat traveled down from my face to the rest of my body. My cock twitched.
Not now.
We still only wore Elio’s shirts. Getting clothes seemed insignificant, and if I were honest, I loved wearing Elio’s things. They smelled of laundry soap and him.
