Dad stared at me for the longest time and it was making me uncomfortable. Nikita, who came with him to Italy, stood behind, staring at me as well.
Finally fed up from the silent treatment, I puffed my cheeks and glared at the two of them.
“What is it with the staring?!” I snapped. “Do you have anything to say to me?”
I brought dad back to reality after screaming at his face.
“Nothing,” he said, “you just look…different.”
Dad’s gaze went behind me.
“You trained him good, Clark.”
“Just like what you told me, sir,” Clark politely answered.
It was so refreshing to see him speaking to another person with respect. It’s not surprising since dad was his boss and Clark’s acting like his second-in-command or something like that.
“Drew,” dad called, making me look back at him, “you’re going to Italy with Clark and Isaac.”
Once again, dad made a shocked expression and I find it really irritating.
“What?” I asked.
He cleared his throat, eyes gazing to Nikita who smiled in approval.
“I’ll be providing you your lodging while you’re there convincing the leader of the Italians to work with us,” dad explained while looking at me with shark eyes. “By getting them, we’ll ensure total power against everyone, as well as your sure position of being the next Pakhan of a one unified group.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I’m pretty sure my dad won’t easily retire after getting the position of the Pakhan.
“This is a dangerous task, Drew,” dad said, “and you need to be careful interacting with the Italians. They’re not just an ordinary group, remember that.”
“If you know it’s dangerous why are you sending me?” I asked sarcastically.
“As much as I want you here, Clark seems to trust that you can do this and personally, I want to see how far he trained you,” he answered.
I grunted. Great. So it really was Clark’s suggestion.
“Nevertheless, I know Clark and Isaac can protect you while you’re in Italy. I have a lot of things to do here.”
“Of course,” I mumbled.
I don’t think dad even went on his way to greet mom after returning back from Italy.
“Well then, start packing up your things,” dad beckoned.
I was about to turn around and leave the room but dad told Clark to stay. I gave them a curious look but Clark assured me that he would follow next after talking to my dad. I left his office and was greeted by Isaac who was waiting outside.
Noticing my distressed expression, Isaac asked, “are you alright?”
“I’m fine, thanks. I’m just…I don’t know…nervous?”
For hell’s sake, I’m going to meet the leader of the Italian Mafia. How am I going to convince him to work with the Orlov? I no nothing about our business and yet my dad trusts me just because Clark suggested that I should go.
But this was far better than quitting school. Georgy’s life was at stake. I just have to think of my guilt.
Besides, Clark and Isaac were coming with me.
I was pacing inside my room when Clark suddenly opened the door to enter. I gasped out loud seeing him entering my room.
“You scared me!” I blurted out.
Clark raised a brow and an amused smile appeared on his face.
“I just finished talking to your dad.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Is that so?”
He walked towards the sofa chair. Sitting down, he crossed his legs and looked at me.
“We’ll be leaving on Wednesday,” Clark informed.
I gulped, nodding.
“Just pack a couple of clothes. We’re not going to stay there for long,” he said as he took his phone out to read his messages.
Well, that’s a good news. The semester’s about to end and Alyona’s going to graduate. I need to be here so that I could attend her graduation with Valery and Oleg.
And the fact that I was short-listed to go to New York for the photo exhibition.
I still have a lot of things to do before I totally join the Mafia.
“What are you thinking?”
I was surprised to hear what Clark asked.
“N-nothing,” I stammered.
He narrowed his eyes and that made me tense. Nowadays, I feel even more nervous when I’m with Clark because of what happened between the two of us.
“Come here,” he ordered.
I walked and stood in front of Clark who looked up at me. He tugged my wrist and made me fall on his lap.
“Tell me,” Clark urged.
I sat on his lap, thought for a moment and ended up sighing. I wanted to tell him about the photo exhibition but he might get pissed off because it wasn’t related to the Mafia. Clark’s ultimate goal was to make me the Orlov leader and winning a photo competition was nothing but a mere distraction.
I wish I could tell Clark about my passion. Talking to him about stuff that I find interesting would definitely be a bliss.
“I’m just nervous about meeting the leader of the Italian Mafia.”
Clark blinked at me as if I said something outrageous.
This time, I was the one who looked at him in disbelief.
“Because he’s the leader of a freaking Mafia group?” I sarcastically said, “and I heard from people that he’s really scary,” I mumbled the last part.
Clark appeared to be contemplating.
“Hiro’s scary? I guess for some people.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course this guy doesn’t fear anyone.
“Are you close with Hiro?” I asked.
“You can say that.”
I pouted and asked, “how close?”
Clark raised a brow at me, smirking.
“Why? Are you jealous?”
I snapped my head away from him to quickly deny his accusation.
“Of course not! I’m not -- ”
I was silenced by his lips. In an instant, I melted in his arms, totally captivated by how he was kissing me. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth and it immediately woke up something down my crotch. The feeling of his tongue was electrifying as twirled against mine, pulling it out before plunging back again. He sucked my lips until it was sore but the pain didn’t matter.
In fact, I wanted more.
I wrapped my arms around him to pull him closer to me. I didn’t want to be apart from Clark anymore. I’m too attached with him, it would kill me if he were to leave me one day.
The need to breathe again woke me up from the intense kiss. I tapped Clark’s shoulders to tell him that I was losing air. Pulling away, he then attacked my neck, showering it with bright kiss marks. I was moaning, urging him to kiss me more, to bear his mark on my skin, to let everyone know who I belonged to.
My skin crawled from delight while I unconsciously humped his erection against my crotch. I was sweating bullets, moving my head from left to right to let Clark kiss me more on my neck.
“F-feels good,” I uttered.
“When you meet Hiro, don’t you dare fall for him,” Clark whispered in my ear.
I stopped and looked at him for a second, confused to why he suddenly said that.
He stared at me. There was a sad smile on his face.
“Just be in love with me, Drew.”
I opened my mouth, obviously surprised. What does he mean by that. There’s no way I would like Hiro. I’m too in love with Clark I would probably do anything for him. Besides, there’s no other guy I feel attracted to recently.
Clark’s been the center of my world ever since we met.
Holding his cheeks, I gave him a peck on the lips. It was nothing compared to how he does it with. Nevertheless, Clark snorted before chuckling in amusement.
“You’re really something, Drew.”
“Is that a good thing.”
He buried his face on my chest, nodding. Just now, he’s acting so cute, I couldn’t help but adore him.
“Yeah, it’s a good thing.”
“...are you sure this is alright?” I nervously asked.
Clark pulled my shirt off of me, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
“Why not? You seduced me.”
I flushed furiously, digging into my brain when exactly I seduced him.
“Shut up and just let me fuck you, boss,” he teased before going down to suck my nipple.
I moaned from the feeling of his lips and tongue on my chest. His hands went south, fumbling to pull my zipper down.
How in the hell did we end up in this situation by talking about Hiro and the trip to Italy?! One moment he was acting sweet and cute and now he’s pushing me down on my bed, my bed, I repeat, to take my clothes off and fuck me senseless again.
The last time we had sex, I felt like my ass got a tear from how big his dick was. If that were to happen again, I’m not so sure if I could sit again, let alone board a plane and go to Italy.
Clark’s hand slipped inside my pants and underwear, pulling my hardening cock from its restraint. Raising my hips, I helped him take my pants off along with my briefs. With one swift pull, he managed to undress me. Lying underneath Clark, completely naked was paralyzing. He was just so divine that the idea of someone like him falling for someone like me was unbelievable.
But here I am, about to make love to the man of my dreams. For the second time too.
This is too good to be real.
“Clark,” I called his name, brows furrowing in worry.
“Hmm?” he hummed as I watched him take his clothes off.
“I love you.”
I wasn’t sure why but saying those three words was painful. Maybe it’s because up until now, I’m still not sure of Clark feels the same as well. Sure we could be having sex but that doesn’t mean that we’re lovers.
Diana told me that Clark was in love with me too.
“I know,” Clark said, smiling kindly at me.
He was now naked above me and it threw away all my inhibitions.
“Come here,” he ordered as he sat in front of me, legs spread wide, letting me see his big cock standing tall and proud.
I nervously gulped. I lifted myself up and crawled towards him. There was an animalistic gaze in him, flicking the excitement inside me.
“I want to fuck your mouth, Drew.”
I gasped out loud when he suddenly pull my hair to force me down on his crotch.
I have to ready myself if I’m going to give him a blowjob. I’m still not used to it.
“Don’t make me wait,” he warned.
Clark forced my mouth to open with his fingers, pulling my tongue out.
“Work that mouth to let me cum. Do it.”
I nodded in compliance.
I held the base of his cock and began stroking it. I watched in marvel how my hands fit his thick member. The veins throbbed against my palm and in no time, precum leaked out of the slit. I bowed down to lick it away and it tasted kind of salty.
“You better make it wet, Drew. It’ll hurt if I fuck you,” Clark reminded.
My ears felt hot but I nodded again. I opened my mouth and started blowing him. His dick was too big that I had to take it out of my mouth before going down again to pleasure it.
Clark was fisting my hair and I could hear him groaning from what I was doing. I wanted to hear more of that so I did my best to let his cock stay in my mouth. My tongue swirled around his throbbing member and for some random reason, it feels good knowing that I was pleasuring Clark with my mouth.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Clark cheered on.
Looking up, I saw Clark biting his lip while watching me intently. He smirked at me before forcing down my head to swallow him whole.
I gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. It hurts so bad that I tear up. I quickly wanted to take his cock out of my mouth but he wasn’t letting me get away. I stayed in that position, crying from the pain.
I was close to blacking out when he finally pulled his cock out. It was slick, glistening with my saliva.
“You still can’t take me whole, huh?” he said and I could hear the irritation in his voice.
“You’re so big! I can’t do it!” I retorted while holding on to my neck to ease the pain in my throat.
“Well, this big dick is going to fuck your ass so if you won’t learn how to blow me, you’ll be in pain.”
I couldn’t say anything back to him.
“Forget it,” Clark said, dismissing the whole blowjob thing, “at least your ass can make me cum.”
He flipped me over in ease and it made me gasp.
“Woah! Clark, wait -- !”
“Shut the fuck up before I put something in your mouth to shut you up,” he threatened.
I got scared and aroused at the same time. His rough behavior in bed was making me insane.
“Open up your ass.”
I did what I was told, obediently spreading my ass cheeks apart. I couldn’t see what kind of face Clark was making and it was making me even more nervous than before.
He flicked a finger and I bit my lip when he forced one inside my ass.
“Don’t you have any lube here in your room?” he asked before putting a second finger.
I had to swallow the stuck saliva in my throat to answer him.
“...w-why…would I have…lube in my room…?”
I could picture Clark smirking as he answered, “because this is not gonna be the last time I’m going to fuck you in your room, Drew.”
My eyes widened in disbelief.
His finger rubbed that spot that would turn me into a mess. I buried my face on the pillow to stop myself from screaming in sheer pleasure.
“Mmmhhmm! Ahh, Clark…!”
“What did I tell about your mouth, Drew?” he asked.
“...s-shut it up,” I answered.
He prepared my ass for minutes, making sure that it wouldn’t hurt when he put his huge cock inside me. I was actually feeling good that I could cum from his fingers but I restrained myself, knowing full well that Clark wouldn’t like it.
When I was finally wet enough, thanks to his mouth eating my ass, he positioned himself behind me. I was already holding on to the sheet, readying myself.
I grunted after feeling the tip of his cock penetrating my entrance. It hurts but not as much as the first time we did it. The sensation of his fingers and tongue preparing me before lingered, making my ass sensitive to feel the pleasure and ignore the pain.
“C-Clark, ahhh…” I moaned, briefly forgetting that he specifically told me not to say anything.
Clark grabbed my arms, pulling me and making me move his cock inside my ass. My eyes widened from the pain but I couldn’t dare complain, scared that he might get angry.
I wanted to tell him that it hurts, to take it slow while I adjust from his size. But what he did was the opposite of what I wanted. I screamed so loud when he violently plowed his way inside my ass.
It hurts! It hurts so much, it felt like I was going to die.
“You’re so tight, Drew,” I heard Clark saying but I was too busy thinking about how I’m going to survive this.
He was finally fully sheathed inside me. I was thankful when Clark allowed me to adjust. My walls kept clamping against his cock.
“I’m going to move,” he warned.
I nodded, yet again.
True to his words, Clark began moving, in and out of me. It was painful and I know I would be sore through the whole day.
But none of it mattered.
As I’ve thought, I’m too in love with him.
That I would do anything for his sake.
Even if it’s hurting me, physically and mentally, I couldn’t stop myself from falling.
I stared at Clark who was getting dressed. After fucking, he didn’t say a word. He didn’t even stay on the bed to cuddle with me.
I remained lying down, watching him get his phone to contact someone.
Why does it feel like he’s close yet so far?
The burning feeling in my ass bothered me but not as much as Clark acting cold after sex.
Maybe it’s because I couldn’t satisfy him with my mouth. Maybe, that’s it.
If I wanted to be with Clark, I should pleasure him.
I should find a way to improve my skills.
I should work hard to be someone who’s worth of staying beside him.
“I’m going. Take a bath and ready your bags,” Clark reminded.
He left my room without even looking at me. Not even a glance. Staring at the door, tears finally ran down my cheeks.
After taking a long bath, I got out of the bathroom and went straight to the closet to pack my bags. Clark told me we’re staying in Italy for just a couple of days so I shouldn’t pack a lot of things. Just the necessary things were enough.
It took me half an hour to ready my stuff. I walked past the mirror and I caught a glimpse of myself.
I looked absolutely horrible.
I ran a hand on my face, sighing out loud. I’m exhausted after one round of sex with Clark. My arms, my hips, my legs and my ass hurts so bad.
I thought of asking Isaac for pain reliever but I forgot since I was busy thinking about Clark.
Staring at the mirror, it awed me to realize how ugly I am. My eyes looked dead tired, there were dark bags under it. My cheeks and lips were pale and I just looked…exhausted and defeated.
Why do people who’re in a in love looked so vibrant and alive? I’m like them as well, right?
I guess I’m just tired with the Georgy and the Italy situation. It’s been stressing me out, it’s been weighing in my mind.
A knock on the door made me jolt in shock.
“Y-yes?!” I called out to whoever was knocking behind the door.
“The boss is calling for you,” I heard Isaac saying.
“Oh, okay! I’ll be there.”
I slapped my cheeks to wake me up from my grim thoughts.
Isaac blinked the moment he saw me getting out of my room.
“What happened to you?” he asked.
He cleared his throat and said, “you look…tired.”
I nervously laughed.
“O-oh, you know why! I’m going to meet the leader of the Italian mob, I’m just nervous.”
“Is that so?”
Isaac stared at me and I was hoping he would dismiss how I looked. When he did, I sighed in relief.
“The boss is waiting. Let’s go.”
Isaac and I walked through the hallway in silence. True indeed, I was tired and sore but I kept my pace. We arrived in front of dad’s office. There were two guys guarding the door on each side and upon seeing us, the guy from the left opened the door to let me in.
The first person I saw was Clark. He was standing beside my dad and was staring at me with cold and emotionless eyes.
“You wanted to talk to me?” I asked dad.
“I want to give you something, Drew.”
Well, that’s new. He never gave me anything, not even when it’s my birthday.
“What is it?”
Dad motioned Clark to get whatever it was that he’s going to give me. I watched Clark walk to the nearest cabinet, pulling the drawer out. I saw a rectangular, wooden box in his hands.
What in the world?
Clark gave the box to dad who put it down on the table.
“This is gonna be my gift to you.”
“Wow, really?” I asked sarcastically, “it’s not even my birthday, dad. How thoughtful.”
Dad ignored my remark. He opened the box and inside was a silver gun. It was a complete set with magazines and silencer.
“Your gift for me is a gun?” I asked in a bemused voice.
“This is going to save your life, one day,” dad said. “Take it to Italy. Even if you’re not skilled enough to use it, as long as you know where to aim, it’ll save you.”
I glanced at Clark who was still staring at me.
Not it was dad who’s staring at me in bewilderment.
“What?” I asked in exasperation.
“Nothing. I’ll let you Clark teach you the basics.”
“Got it, boss,” Clark said in a robotic manner.
Staring at the gun, I could feel my heart beating fast.
When we left dad’s office, Clark faced me.
“Huh? Go where?”
“To a shooting range. I’ll teach you how to use your new toy,” he answered.
Isaac followed Clark and I followed the two of them.
For some reason, it’s pissing me how he’s behaving around me after having sex.
Clark ignored me but Isaac turned behind to look at me.
“Is something wrong, Drew?” he asked.
I was looking at Clark’s who was walking away from us.
“N-nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”
The ride to the shooting range was damn awkward. No one was speaking, it was so quiet and unnerving.
Clark and I were sitting on the back seat, ignoring the fact that something bad happened between the two of us.
Fortunately though, it was a short ride. Arriving at a building somewhere in north, Isaac parked the car.
I read the signage posted on the door.
Alexander’s Shooting Range.
Great. I’m really doing this thing.
I would rather shoot someone with a camera rather than with a gun.
“Out,” Clark beckoned.
I pushed myself out of the car, slammed the door close and walked beside Isaac who was already waiting outside.
“It’s under the Orlov’s,” Isaac informed. “Technically, this is yours.”
I’m certainly not happy with that.
“Bring him to the indoor shooting range. I’m going to talk to Alex,” Clark ordered Isaac who nodded at him.
We all went inside but parted ways when we got to the lobby. It was such an unfamiliar surrounding, it was fascinating and intimidating at the same time. There were a couple of people idling in the lobby and they all looked like they’re from the mob. The tattoos visible on their skin proved it.
“This way,” Isaac said, leading me to the indoor shooting range.
There was a door at the end of the corridor and there were guards stationed by the door. They quickly recognized Isaac but looked at me with narrowed eyes. I wouldn’t blame them if they weren’t aware that I’m their’ boss’ son. I’m not exactly active in this kind of thing.
After Isaac oriented me with what to do, we went to the shooting range where a couple of people were firing their guns. Even with the earmuffs, I could still hear the gunshots.
“I…I don’t think I can do this,” I said to myself.
Isaac was holding the box dad gave me and it horrified me to think that I would use a gun in real life.
Everyone stopped shooting after they were ushered out of the shooting range by the people working in the building. They didn’t complain and just nodded in understanding.
I watch them leave and it was finally silent inside. My heart skipped a beat when Clark entered the room.
“You can practice here for the whole afternoon,” he said as I remove the earmuffs to hear him better.
He took the box from Isaac, put it down on the table and opened it. He assembled it in front of me, telling me the important things such as where to put my fingers, how to take the safety off, how to reload, stuff like that. I couldn’t keep up at how fast he was and when Clark turned to me to repeat everything he just said, I got tongue-tied.
Isaac was quietly watching the two of us.
“How many times do I have to repeat it for you?” he asked.
His voice was calm but I could tell he’s close to exploding. Whatever happened before this definitely affected him if he’s feeling pretty pissed off.
Was my blowjob really that bad?!
“S-sorry, I’m really sorry…this is…it’s just so much to intake…I…”
“You’re going to be the leader of the Orlov Group, Drew. Once you’re up there, you can’t say those words anymore,” Clark said.
“How many ‘buts’ are you going to say? No one’s going to respect you if you stay like that.”
I kept quiet while Clark continued berating me.
“...I’m sorry,” was the only thing I could say.
Right now, I feel so small in front of Clark. It was as if I’m such a useless human being and it hurts.
Why do people who’re in a in love looked so vibrant and alive? I’m like them as well, right?
“Boss,” Isaac called, interrupting Clark, “if you want, I can teach Drew.”
I hopefully looked at Isaac, thankful for him but Clark’s glare made him gulp.
“Get out, Isaac. Right now.”
And with that simple order, Isaac gave me a sympathetic look. He left the shooting range, leaving Clark and I alone.
I lowered my head and waited for Clark’s wrath.
“Fucking shit,” he cursed.
“I’m…I’m really sorry, Clark.”
“Whatever. Just shoot at the target.”
“Are you deaf now as well?”
I stared at the gun, taunting me to take it. With trembling hands, I did and it was heavy.
“Stand over there,” Clark pointed.
He walked towards me. I remained standing still, frozen on my feet.
“What are you waiting?”
“I don’t know…how to do this.”
“You haven’t seen anyone firing a gun before?”
I’ve seen it before thanks to my dad but it was so long ago and it’s a memory I didn’t want to keep.
Clark took the gun from me, shoving me aside. He pointed the gun at the target and I was impressed at how he shot the middle circle without flinching.
“Do it now.”
He gave me the gun back and I tried to the same as he did but the recoil pushed me back a little. I ended up missing the shot, shooting it way off the target.
“You’re shit,” he commented.
Anger flickered inside me, maybe due to the gun recoil or whatever but I’m getting irritated at Clark’s behavior ever since this morning.
“Well I’m sorry I can’t be like you!” I screamed on his face.
He was taken aback with my sudden outburst.
“I’m sorry I’m not good like you! I’m sorry I can’t be the next leader of the Orlov! I’m sorry I suck at everything! I’m sorry I can’t do anything right! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
I couldn’t fight back the tears and I ended up sobbing in front of Clark.
“I’ve been doing my best…to keep up with you. I get tired too. You keep pushing me…and it hurts! I don’t even know what we’re supposed to be!”
I wanna believe that he’s in love with me too. I really wanna believe but right now, I just couldn’t see it.
Clark pursed his lips.
“Right now, you’re my boss and I’m your subordinate.”
What he said struck my heart. I cried even louder.
“I’ve been doing my very damnest to fulfill my job, Drew but you’ve been pushing me too.”
He suddenly tugged my wrist, his arms snaking around my waist to hug me.
“God damn it.”
“Fuck it. I don’t care anymore.”
He pulled away from me only to kiss me on the lips. He put a hand behind my head, pulling me closer.
His tongue felt so good inside me and it made me stop crying. I savored his lips against mine.
It’s so good.
Why am I so in love with this man?
“Listen closely, Drew,” he whispered in my ear before biting it, “you’re the only person who made me act like this. If you wanna be with me, you have to know that I’m not the kind of man who can make you happy. I’m very possessive and it might break you. I’m going to hurt you and if you try to run away from me, I’ll lock you up and hurt you even more but in return, I’ll be yours. I’ll be faithfully yours, forever, Drew. Are you fine with that?”
I held his face and stared at those deep blue eyes looking straight at me.
“I’m fine with that. I love pain. You’re the only who can give me that.”
“Okay. I’ll hold you to that.”