Page 87 of Fixate
Drawing another card from the stack, I looked over my hand before discarding what I didn’t want. We’d been playing cards for a few days as a way to pass the time since my boy wasn’t a fan of trashy tv. He’d beaten me at several hands of cards, though I wasn’t one to give up so easily. Plus, it was a good deterrent for my libido.
My damn cock couldn’t seem to understand my boy wasn’t fit to be fucked right now. It would be a while before he could take more cock. The doctor had said as much when I asked him yesterday. It’s not like I would fuck him while we were still here. More like I needed a countdown in my head to help me combat the constant ache in my groin area.
“When are you going to let me go? I know you’re the only reason we’re still here,” he said as he smugly laid down his winning hand.
I humphed, then laid down my cards too. “How are you good at every card game there is? It’s sickening.”
“Because there wasn’t much to do for a while there when it was just Dante and me,” he answered while drawing the cards up to shuffle them again. “His father gave me strict limits on what he could and couldn’t do. Cards were something we both enjoyed enough to spend a few hours a week doing.”
“What was it like back then? Just the two of you?
His face transformed into a wistful smile. It took everything I had not to let jealousy tear through me.
They were like brothers.
They were like brothers.
Like. Brothers.
But sometimes, brothers fucked.
Dammit, Pharrell. I had to scold myself to push away the ludicrous ideas. I knew they had never been romantically linked. It wasn’t a question in my mind.
Sometimes though, I still struggled.
“The two of us grew close once he realized I hated his father too. From then on out, it was just about surviving. Then once we understood surviving wasn’t enough, we decided to make the most of it. Cards and murder were pretty much the go-to activities. Now that I’ve said it out loud, I feel a bit bad for judging Pip. I sound just as psycho.”
I laughed at his self-assessment. A lot of people did judge Pip, even when they were a part of this life and could find joy in the moments of violence. I think it was because Pip never hid his crazy from anyone. They knew just how far he was willing to go.
“How is he by the way? Any answers yet?”
“Not yet. He’s adamant they’re coming. We’ll have to wait and see.” A little white lie. We did have leads, though none were solid. I didn’t want to work my boy up with suspicions.
“And Henri? He making it work balancing the other stuff?”
I winced. “I’m not sure, really. The hotel is now in Dario’s hands. He’s taken a shine to it I didn’t expect. With the legit side covered, Henri is leading the other men, despite not wanting to.”
“Yeah, I believe that. He seems the type to stay in the background rather than speak up.”
“Very true. I’ve told him it’s only temporary, which has helped. Once we’re out of here, we’ll have to reassess. I can’t believe how easy it was for someone to take me down with a well-timed bomb and a stabbing. My infrastructure fractured completely.”
He shook his head quickly. “That’s not it at all. Things fractured the minute Stasia decided she wanted to double cross you. You just didn’t know it at the time. Years of faulty systems means you’re working triple time to fix it all without letting the ship sink. You’re doing amazing, Daddy, given the circumstances.”
Kissing him was the only reply I could think to give.
I mean, what do you say to that? It’s as if he reached into my brain and smoothed out all my self-conscious thoughts with a few words.
A few hours later,I caved and asked the doctor to release Ricardo into my care. He easily agreed given all the tests showed he was good to go. My boy still needed to take it easy; however, he was more than well enough to get around on his own and live a semi-normal life again.
As luck would have it, we were in the back of the car heading home when I got a call from the person I least expected.
“Yes, Vlad?” I answered.
Ricardo’s eyes went wide as he shifted closer. I smiled at how nosey he was being. Instead of making him press against me, I put the phone on speaker. I didn’t need to get distracted while talking to this snake.
With the partition already up between the driver and us, there was no chance he’d hear. The level of soundproofing there was in here meant I could fuck my boy to the point of screaming and no one would know aside from the possible shaking motions.
I shook my head to get rid of the visions I had of him riding my cock.
