Page 14 of The Diávolos: Part One
At the club, a pretty, young brunette kept hovering near me. The smell of her perfume mixed with her subtle advances made my cock twitch in my pants. She had looked over at me, smiling, her eyes hazy. She was clearly drunk, and Inevertake advantage of women in that state. So, I grabbed the drink from her hand, put my arm around her waist, and pinned her back against me. Her ass pressed onto my groin, and I couldn’t help but let out a grunt at the feeling. She giggled, and I moved a strand of hair from the side of her face to whisper,“If you want me to fuck you tonight, you better stop drinking. I’m going to need you to be sober to take my dick.”
Her whole body froze, but within a second, she turned to me and crashed her lips on mine. Our tongues swirled for a few seconds, the taste of whiskey and tequila mixing together, before I realized my mistake and pulled my mouth away.
“No kissing,” I grunted.
The girl’s face turned pink with embarrassment, and I thought of turning her ass cheeks the same color. In my heart, I felt nothing. All the feelings were gathered in my cock, right where I needed them to be.
I never bring women to my penthouse, so I took her to my office on the second floor of the nightclub at the end of the night and had my way with her on one of the loveseats.
I have a bedroom to crash in on late nights, but I rarely ever use it. Especially not for one-night stands. I’ll never share a bed with a woman. I don’t do cuddles or sleepovers. It makes me uncomfortable, and I don’t want them getting the wrong idea.
Though I always make sure to leave the women I fuck satisfied. I make my intentions clear before engaging in anything sexual, which is another reason why the woman must be sober.
After the brunette left my office, I took off. Regardless of the time, I always make the trek back home. I didn’t get to bed until three a.m.Tiredis the understatement of the year today.
At least I got to bust a nut.
I finish my workout and slip my t-shirt back on before grabbing my gym bag. I walk out the door and head to the penthouse elevators when my phone rings. I don’t check the caller ID before I pick up, knowing exactly who would call me this early.
“Dion,” I state, waiting for his witty reply, but it never comes. I only hear silence on the other end. “Dion,” I repeat. “What’s going on?”
I halt mid-walk in the lobby and see Jude, the concierge, from the corner of my eye. He waves hello and I nod back, still waiting for Dion to say something. I call the elevator and he finally breaks his silence. “Ignatius is dead.”
Time stands still. I can hear the loud pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. The elevator door opens, and I step inside, hoping no one will follow me in. I quickly punch in the code to the penthouse level. It’s still early, so most of the tenants of the building haven’t even started their day. I clench my fist and punch the wall.
The rage inside of me bubbles up and I can’t let out a word. It feels as if my whole world is caving in as I try to process the news of the death of the man who raised and loved me like a son.
Dion interrupts my spiraling. “Ta silipitíria mou, Evan.”My condolences.
“What happened?” I ask. I slide down the elevator wall with my head in my hand. It feels like my heart is going to burst out of my mouth.
“After he left the club last night, he was followed home and shot as he was getting out of his car. Edna found him sprawled on the ground this morning with several gunshot wounds, one to the head,” Dion’s voice cracks. Ignatius was like a father to him, too.
I’m suddenly brought back to my seventh birthday, a year after my parents’ and sister’s deaths. I begged my uncle not to throw me a party. I was a recluse, not a normal boy. I didn’t have any friends and I didn’t care to make any. I couldn’t fit in at school. I didn’t even get bullied. I was just there. Alone and quiet. I was the weird kid, but no one messed with me. There was thisangerlaying dormant inside of me, you could see it through my eyes. My teachers tried to help me integrate, but I never cooperated. Eventually, they just left me alone until my uncle pulled me out to be homeschooled the year prior.
On the day of my celebration, I recognized all the children Ignatius had invited from my old school. But there was one kid I had never noticed before. He was smaller, with dark hair and light blue eyes. We stared at each other for a moment without blinking. I could see through his darkness, and he could see through mine. I could tell he was just like me. Quiet, angry, sad. I wondered what had happened to him.
My uncle brought him over to me.“Yié, this is Dion,” he said. “I want you to take care of him, Evan.”
The kid just stood there, unmoving. I nodded and walked away. The other children were playing outside in the inflatable structures, and some were in the pool, but I couldn’t be bothered with any of it. I went upstairs to lock myself in my room, but I could hear footsteps trailing behind me. I knew it was Dion. I had no doubt he would follow me. I opened the door to my bedroom and we both stepped inside.
He broke the silence first.“My parents are dead,” he stated.
I nodded again as I reached into a drawer, pulled out two Gameboys and handed him one. We sat there, me on the bed and Dion on the floor, and played games for hours in complete silence. It was the most peace I had felt in the company of another person apart from my uncle. I didn’t feel like I had to try to be his friend, he just was.
Ignatius kept bringing Dion around after that. Every day, after dinner and homework, Dion would barge into my room and we would play video games until it was time for him to go. Eventually, he moved in with us. Turns out his situation was worse than I thought.
We became brothers and my uncle became a father-figure for us both. He knew exactly what we needed and how to raise us. He loved us, cared for us, and trained us to be the best men we could be, given the circumstances. We’d be nothing without him. It feels like another piece of my heart has broken. I don’t know if I have anymore to spare.
“They must’ve used a silencer, because Edna didn’t hear anything,” Dion adds, snapping me out of my stupor. “When she realized he wasn’t in his bed this morning…” He lets out a heavy sigh and continues, “She went to check if his car was parked in the driveway from the window and saw a pool of blood.”Fuck.
My mind can’t grasp this information. I run my hand down my face and stand to exit the elevator. Poor Edna. She has been my uncle’s housekeeper for as long as I can remember. They were great friends, so this loss must be hard for her.
I rub my forehead, feeling a strong headache creeping in. My exhaustion settles as a hangover looms over me.
“Why the fuck was he alone? Where were his guards?” I ask. Now, I’m furious.
“Phil and Elias weren’t around. He had told them to go straight home after the club, but they rushed over as soon as Edna called them.”
