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Chapter Six

“Get your ass up, Vinnie!” Tommy screamed. I could feel myself hitting the bed repeatedly as if he were jumping on it, but I was too sleepy to care. His foot connected with my ribs however and then I cared. I grabbed the little brat’s foot and then pinned him down to my bed.

“About time you woke up,” he said with a smile. The sparkle I loved in his eyes was as bright as ever. “It is seven-thirty. If you don’t leave in like ten minutes you will be late for work.” I groaned and fell back on the bed.

So last night had not been a dream. Gio and I really had- oh fuck me. “Gio is getting out of the shower now so-“I threw Tommy off of me and then picked him up and tossed him out of my room. I grabbed a blue V-neck, grey jeans, and a pair of black boxers. I walked to the bathroom door with a lazy smile.

He needed clothes, didn’t he?

I opened the door and found it all fogged up from a boiling hot shower. I looked around and found Gio sitting on the side of the tub in only a towel on his waist with his face in his hands. I knocked on the wall and he looked up with red eyes.

“Hey,” he said with that smirk I missed so much. “Tryin’ to steal a peek at what’s underneath?” His eyebrow wiggled and I rolled my eyes, suppressing a laugh that wanted to escape.

“No, I thought you might want some clothes that aren’t trashy,” I said and threw the clothes at him. “They might be a little big but they should still be good enough.”

“Whatever,” he said as he stood up. I watched his defined chest ripple from his movements. He was built like a fucking God. I let my eyes dip down lower and lower until I was at the top of his low riding towel.

Get out of here, my brain hissed. You said you weren’t doing this any more. “Eyes up here, stronzo,” he said with a smirk. I met his eyes and laughed at the fact that he had the balls to call me an asshole. I nodded at him and went to the sink.

“You leavin’?” he questioned. I took my toothbrush and shook my head. I put toothpaste on it and then started to brush my teeth like there wasn’t a half-naked guy that I was supposed to hate in my bathroom with me.

“Ugggg!” he screeched and took a step, slipping on the water. I jolted forward and grabbed a hold of his waist and yanked him into my arms. He had his eyes closed when I looked down at him. I cursed with my toothbrush in my mouth as I saw the way his face was flushed. He looked so fuckin’ sexy.

“You smell good,” he said finally opening his eyes.

“Tanks,” came out as my toothbrush stayed awkwardly in my mouth. He smirked with his cracked lip still visible and pulled the offending item out of my mouth and then wiped the toothpaste from the corners of my mouth, making me swallow the rest of it.

“You can let go now,” he said quietly. I shrugged and let him fall on the floor. “Sai quello che volevo dire stronzo!” He said as he rubbed his back.

“No I did not know what you meant,” I said with a sly smirk, answering his Italian banter. I grabbed my toothbrush out of his hand and then shoved it back into my mouth as I walked back toward the sink. I made slow circles and tried not to laugh as he struggled to stand up.

“Stronzo!” he cursed at me.

“Better than being a bitch,” I said before spitting toothpaste out. “Cagna.” He scuffed and then all was quiet as I finished brushing my teeth, but when I turned I almost fainted. He had let his towel fall and was just standing there with a smirk on his face.

“Sorry, I forgot you were in here,” he lied with that smirk. He put his hands on his hips and made no move to cover himself up.

I swallowed the knot in my throat and then swallowed again for good measures. My eyes traveled over his body and lingered on a certain appendage that should have disgusted me but instead had my own hardening.

“You need to get dressed,” I said in a thick voice.


Filters be damned!

“I am contemplating on fucking you right now,” I said. His eyes got wide. He hadn’t expected me to be honest but I needed him to know just how he was affecting me and just how serious I was.

He looked down at himself and then slowly let his hand go down his chest and then he covered his hardening area and then yanked the boxers off of the toilet and pulled them on without ever looking up. I breathed out a sigh of relief and then began to push my own shorts off.

“What are you doin’?” he asked with slight panic.

“I have to take a shower,” I said as I yanked my boxers off and walked right past him. His hand clenched as my shoulder brushed his and I stepped into the shower. I closed the see-through door and then turned on freezing cold water to make a certain area go back to normal.

“You are such an asshole,” he said in a thick voice. I could barely hear him above the water but still managed. I smiled and continued to wash myself as he dressed. I could feel his eyes look over at me every once and awhile but he never said anything and made no move toward me.

THIS is a lot harder than I thought it would be.

Sammy, Leo, Ralph, and Georgie all greeted me outside of the restaurant with a cigarette in each one of their mouths. I snorted as I walked toward them. “You guys don’t smoke,” I said ripping the cigarettes out of their mouths.

“We do now,” Leo said. “God, they are stinking up the place.”

“Well we try,” Gio said from behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned around. He was wearing the clothes I picked out for him plus a black biker jacket that was his. He looked so good but that compliment would never find it’s was out of my mouth.

“Giovanni,” Sammy spit like it was a curse. I tried not to glare at him over my shoulder, so instead I glared Gio. He smirked and walked past me, brushing his hand against mine. I wanted to pull him back toward me and make him pay for that but all of the guys would definitely think something was up.

“You are late,” Ralph said after Gio went into the place.

I shrugged. “Gio had to take a shower and then I took a shower. We ate breakfast and by the time we dressed to go we were already ten minutes late.”

“You sound like it was a normal morning,” Georgie said with his green eyes skeptical. I shook my head and sighed loud while rubbing my head.

“It was fuckin’ awkward,” I finally admitted. After my shower he sat there on the toilet and shaved while I got dressed and it was so hard not to just go over there, sit in his lap, and kiss every little piece of him. After that, we had went down stairs and eaten breakfast with Tommy since ma and pops were busy doin’ something that I hope was work related. Tommy kept staring at us knowingly and I tried to avoid his smart eyes as I ate my Count Chocula. The car ride was ridiculous with him switching the station to some bullshit pop music and me switching it back to my rock.

This morning was hell.

“You look like you want to smoke too,” Sammy said with a smirk. I laughed and we all walked into the restaurant. The tension could be cut with a knife when we stood across from each other. Gio met my eyes and I quickly looked away so the boys wouldn’t catch onto anything.

“So now that we are all here,” Sam started, “I want each one of you to pick a guy from the other group and I will pick where you clean.” We all glared at each other. I made eye contact with Gio and he smirked like he knew I was going to pick him.

“I want Lucca,” I said with a glare directed right at Gio. His eyebrows shot up and Lucca groaned.

“Of course I get stuck with him,” he groaned. Lucca was a weird lookin’ Italian boy with blue eyes and honey brown hair that couldn’t compare to Gio’s but still looked good on him. The blue eyes knocked me off however.

I shrugged. “His name had been the first one I remembered.”

“Way to be an adult,” Sam said.

“I want Randolph,” Gio said with his eyes directly on me.

“My name is Raphael,” he grumbled but Gio didn’t even notice.

“Who really cares?” Francesco said with a sneer. Ralph stared daggers at him and he just smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’ll take that smart mouth,” Leo said pointing at Francesco. “You should be fun to fuck with.”

“Call my Frankie,” he said.

“I’ll take the green eyed one,” Cristiano said.

“My name is Georgie,” Georgie said. Cristiano shrugged like it was unimportant.

“Sammy and Angel you are stuck together,” Sam said. We all looked over and found them toe-to-toe giving each other death stares. If looks could kill theirs would kill everyone in a ten mile radius. “Samuel Dominic Mussolini, you better fucking behave.”

“Dominic,” everyone muttered and then snickered.

“Really, Vincent Alexandria Mussolini? At least I gave my son a boy name.” I gasped and looked over at Sam who was smirking at me with an eyebrow raised. His green eyes were full of laughter as everyone actually did it.

“Alexandria,” Gio laughed.

“Like yours is any better,” I grumbled.

“Oh it is, cagna. Mine is Pietra.”

Stone. Of course he gets a cool middle name.

“Any fighting and I shoot you in the thigh. Do you understand?” We nodded, “Samuel?” Sam said after we all agreed but his son. Sam nodded but never stopped glaring at Angel.

“Come on, buddy. Let’s clean,” Angel said throwing his arm around Sammy who looked about ready to rip his head off of his shoulders. I watched them walk away and then my eyes landed on Gio as he bent over and picked up a broken chair. My eyes were glued to his ass until Sam tapped me on the shoulder.

“You’re over there with Lucca,” he said. I nodded and looked over at Gio once more before walking over to Lucca who was already taking his jacket off. He looked at me and then looked back down at the floor.

“My name is Lucca,” he said. “You know that though.”

“Vincent,” I said back. “You know that though. Call me Vin.” He nodded and bent over to pick over a broken table. I took my jacket off and then started to try and salvage the non-broken things in our section which was limited to a few chairs and booth seats. Most of the tables were done for.

“What’s up with you and Gio?” Lucca asked as he looked over his shoulder. It had been maybe an hour and there were no sounds but grunts, curses, and some rap music Sam was playing. I looked over at him and shrugged.

“Nothing,” came my reply. He looked at me with a bullshit look.

“Sam what the fuck!? Is the air conditioner broken!?” Frankie yelled. We all groaned in agreement as Sam sat on the counter with a fan right in his face, a drink, and a magazine.

“Nope,” he answered.

“Then why the fuck am I melting!?” Leo hissed. I snickered at his comment as did a select few.

“Cruel and usual punishment. Think of it as when you are in jail and you are outside. There is no air conditioner boys,” he answered.

“Do I look like I am in jail?” Ralph commented.

“No, but you do look like the bottom of my shoe,” Gio answered. His boys laughed and that pissed me off. I dropped the bag of garbage and crossed my arms over my naked chest. I had discarded my shirt quickly after my jacket.

“And you look like someone hit you in the face with a damn bus,” I seethed. My boys laughed as Gio turned to look at me. He was only in a black tank top that he had been wearing underneath his shirt.

“And you look like-“

“An Italian god? Oh, why thank you,” I interrupted. He growled and I smirked.

“Play nice girls. You are all pretty,” Sam said half-heartedly as he continued to read. I grinned over at Gio and he flipped me a not so nice finger.

“Back at you,” I said.

“You would enjoy that wouldn’t you?” he hissed.

“Not as much as you would!” I seethed back. With every comment me and him took steps toward each other. We had caught the attention of everyone but Sam.

“You want me,” he said with a smirk.

“No, bambino, I want to kill you.”

“Oh, so original!” he expressed.

“Fuck you!” I said back tersely.

“Only in your dreams,” he whispered. We were toe-to-toe by now with not so friendly looks on our faces. He was so fucking infuriating. To think he is the guy I want to throw my life away for. He just wants me to admit in front of everyone how much I want him…not that I do or anything.

“You make me want to kill myself,” I said.

“I’ll give you the gun,” he snorted.

“You sound like a pig.”

“You look like one.” I went to grab his throat but Sammy grabbed my hand and yanked me back just as Sam looked up. I fell into Sammy’s arms with my head barely off the floor and my back arched like some kind of scene from “Dirty Dancing”. I grabbed onto his bicep so I wouldn’t fall and we made eye contact.

“Well that is something no father wants to see,” Sam muttered but I was caught up in the look Sammy was giving me. He was pleading for something but I couldn’t figure out what. We stared at each other for a while having a secret conversation that only he understood.

Suddenly I was ripped away from Sammy and I was behind Gio. “You can let go now, thanks,” he hissed. Gio might be shorter than me, but he was taller than most of the other boys, including Sammy. That didn’t stop Sammy though. He got right in Gio’s face and raised an eyebrow.

“You gotta problem, Giovanni?” he said so low it almost sounded murderous.

“Yeah, he’s about five-ten, ugly as hell, and has a giant ass head.” I slapped my forehead and grabbed Gio and put him behind me. But, oh lucky me, hadn’t seen Sammy cocking his fist and ended up with the fist that was intended for Gio right in my fucking mouth. I saw stars but refused to fall back and end up on top of Gio.

“Oh, fuck. I am so sorry, Vin,” Sammy said as he reached up toward me. I waved his hands away and wiped the back of my hand across my mouth to find blood. I looked down at Sammy and did the only thing I found fair. I punched him right in his fucking face.

“Vincent!” Sam hissed as Sammy fell back unconscious. The first one by Sammy’s side was not any of my boys though, or even his dad, it was Angel.

“Well nice hit, Vincent,” Angel hissed with his brown eyes storming. His dirty blonde hair was a mess on top of his head and him running his hands through it over and over again wasn’t helping. I turned around and Gio was standing with his hands up to the side of me.

“Wha-“ I was cut off when I looked up and saw Sam with a gun in his hand, clicking on a silencer.

“I told you guys no fighting,” he said calmly. “Now who started it?”

“He did!” Gio and I shouted at the same time. I put my hands up like Gio and gave Sam a look that begged him to believe me.

“You have about ten seconds,” Sam said.

“Just fucking tell him!” I hissed at Gio, but kept my eyes on Sam with the gun.

“Tell him that you started it!?” he hissed back.

“No that you did!”

“No you did!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yes huh!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yes huh!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yes huh!”

“Times up!” Sam said and then a bullet went into my thigh and then Gio’s. We both collapsed to the floor with a loud thud.

“Cazzo!” I screamed at the same time Gio said. “Mother fucker!”

“You shot them!” Frankie said with a shocked look.

“I warned them,” he said calmly. A burning sensation had me paralyzed with my wounded thigh against my chest. My teeth were clenched in pain while Gio wouldn’t shut the fuck up. He was cursing like a damn sailor as the burn went through him as well.

“They didn’t even start it. Sammy did,” Angel said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I cursed. “No we did,” I spit out with pain still overtaking me. “Fuck! We did it.”

“Shut your bitch ass up!” Gio hissed. “Before he fuckin’ shoots again!”

I wailed in pain.

“Get up so I can take the bullet out and get it cleaned,” Sam said. I shook my head because I doubted I could even fucking move at that point. Gio cursed again and Sam sighed, cocking his gun again. “Get up or I shoot the arms next.”

That had us both popping up like the fucking Easter bunny on crack. I looked over at Gio and found his usually tanned skin pale. I grabbed a hold of his hand and hopped over to him. He looked at me like I was crazy and then I slid his arm over my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around his waist.

“C’mon,” I hissed in pain. He nodded and we both limped our way to the back as Sam tried to get his son back onto planet earth. It took us a lot of cursing and slaps at each other but we finally managed to get to the back room where the kits were. I helped him up onto the table and then leaned against him with my head in his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck this shit hurts worse than being stabbed,” I said.

“You’ve been stabbed?” he asked as he rubbed the back of my sweaty neck.

I snorted. “Yeah. Me and Tommy had decided that stealing our neighbor’s car was smart and when we crashed it we were so dead. Pops said that I could either watch him beat Tommy or he stabbed me in the hand I boosted it with.”

“God, you’re a good brother,” he said. I turned my head to the side and got a clear look at his chin. He looked down at me however and our lips lined up like the sun and moon for an eclipse. Our already harsh breathing became even worse . His eyes met mine and he began to lean down and I felt his lips barely touch mine before Sam called our names.

“Cock blocker,” we said at the same time.

I met his eyes again. “Probably for the best,” I said.

“Most likely,” he said. I turned my head again so my forehead was against his shoulder and just breathed in and out, matching my own breathing to his.

“You guys are bonding,” Sam cooed as he stepped in. I would have ripped myself away if it weren’t from the exhaustion. Gio’s hands gripped my hips and he pulled me into his lap, even though it had to have pained his thigh, and then he pushed me to the side so we were sitting side by side. I put my head back on his shoulder and his hand went on top of mine but no making it too obvious.

“Which one of you wants to go first?” Sam asked.

“He does,” we both said at the same time. Sam looked confused.

“Do him and he can do me,” I said. Gio’s shoulder tensed beneath my head but he said nothing.

“Okayyyy,” Sam said. He bent down in front of Gio and cut his pants leg open. I closed my eyes and dozed off until Gio screamed in pain. I jerked up and looked down to see Sam with tweezers deep in Gio’s thigh. I took my hand from underneath his and then clasped them together. Gio looked over at me and I smirked.

“Oh wait your turn,” he hissed and then bit down on his tongue to stop the scream. I slapped his mouth with my free hand and he glared.

“You don’t bit your tongue, idiota! You could snap it off,” I said. He stop biting his tongue and then bit his lip. I rolled my eyes and extracted my hand that had been in his death grip away and then unbuckled my belt. His eyes went down and I smirked past the pain of having to move around.

When I was done and back to panting, I put the belt to his lips. “Bite this.” He did just that and I had to laugh at the face he was making.

“Almost got it,” Sam said and then suddenly he yanked and the bullet came out. Gio screamed and all of his boys came running.

“What the fuck!?” Angel hissed. “You murderin’ him?”

“No,” Sam answered as he let the bullet fall into his kit. The blood from both of our thighs were mixing beneath us and I couldn’t help but think back to that two halves thing. We were becoming one again. Even when I promised not to.

“You all leave,” Sam said. “They will stay the night here and see you at school tomorrow. Tell Sammy to go over to-“

“He can come with me,” Frankie said.

I raised my eyebrow. “He can go to Leo’s house,” I stated. Frankie shrugged.

“Alright now go,” Gio said. He had spit the belt out a few seconds before. I looked at him and he turned to look back at me. The boys all left and we continued to look at each other.

“Alright,” Sam said, cutting through our moment. “Let me wrap this and then I have to call your pops. When Gio is done you boys are on bed rest.” I looked at the clock. It was only ten. Our first work day had lasted two hours.


He finished wrapping Gio’s leg and then went off. Gio slid off the table with his hand still in mine and then limped into the stool Sam had been in. “This shit hurts,” I hissed .

“That is rainbows and pixie dust compared to what you are about to feel,” he answered. He took his hand out of mine and stood up again. “Put this in your mouth.”

“Well those two sentences could have been taken the wrong way,” I muttered. He smiled and I looked away so I wouldn’t get lost. He slid the belt between my teeth and I felt the indentions of his teeth against my bottom lip.

“You got this,” he said and then sat down. He cut my pants off and cleaned the wound off with alcohol. It burned but the belt prevented me from yelling. “I can’t believe he actually shot us.”

I laughed against the belt.

“What person shoots someone like that?” I laughed and pointed at myself as he wiped the wound down. “Other than your psycho family.” I shrugged at that.

Suddenly I felt his left hand slide into my right and he clasped my hand again. He popped his neck and then I felt the probing begin.

It wasn’t too bad until he opened the tweezers and they hit the tender flesh in my thigh. I bit down hard and then screamed when he touched the bullet and pushed it in farther. He grabbed my hand tighter and cursed as I squeezed back with as much force as a damn wrecking ball. When he pushed the bullet in again I spit the belt out and grabbed the back of his head, making him look at me.

“You are pushing it in farther!” I hissed.

“What the fuck do you want me to do!?” he screeched. “Use my x-ray vision!?” I cursed and let my head fall back. “I’m trying not to hurt you, Vin.”

I nodded. “Keep going,” I said. He nodded and I felt him push the tweezers in deeper. I cursed and arched my body forward when he got a hold of the bullet. “Damn it!”

“I almost got it,” he said and then I felt his yank and it pulled out. I screamed and gripped his fingers harder. “I got it, Vin.”

“Uh fuck! I bet that’s how fucking virgins feel,” I spit. He laughed and put his other hand on our intertwined ones. I looked down and found him with a pained face. I looked down and saw that I had his fingers in an irregular position.

“Sorry,” I said and took my hand away. He nodded and then popped his knuckles. We stayed quiet as he wrapped my leg up tight and then just sat there.

“Well this has been an eventful Sunday,” he said.

“Yep, we got shot.” He laughed. “What’s funny about that?”

He bit his lip and looked up at me through his lashes. My whole heart stopped and then picked back up on a faster pace. Damn that was hot. “The fact that you can say that so nonchalantly.” I made a face. “Only our lives.”

“Ha, you’re right,” I said with another laugh at the end of it. He stood up and grabbed my waist, pulling me to the end of the table. I put my hands on his shoulders as he helped me off the table. When I was on my feet he didn’t back up.

“Personal space,” I teased. He smiled and then squeezed the fingers that were still on my waist.

“We need to get upstairs,” he said as he took a step back and pulled my arm over his shoulder like I had done him. I tensed when his arms went around my bottom half however. I was only in my boxers while he was lucky enough to have a shirt.

“Come on,” he said and then we started our sucky ass adventure to the top of the stairs. Half way up I was sure I was going to cry and he was going to pass out, but we managed to get through it. By the time we got to the top however, I fell forward and landed on my back with him falling right on top of me. I grunted in pain and he cursed.

“Sorry,” he said. I nodded and went to sit up but my body wouldn’t let me.

“I think I’m done for good,” I muttered. He laughed and sat up, straddling my waist.

“Come on big boy. You can do it.”


“Pull me up,” I said. He nodded and scooted back but still avoided my wound. He leaned over me and grabbed the back of my neck as I grabbed his hips. He pulled me up and I used him as leverage. “Fuckkkkk.”

“You are fat as hell,” he complained when he got me up. I leaned my head on his shoulder and tried to calm my breathing.

“Mmm,” he suddenly said and I popped my head up to look at him, but couldn’t meet his eyes because they were closed.

“Gio, what’s ya problem?” I asked.

“Get your hands above my waist,” he managed to get out. I looked down and found one of my hands on his thin boxers while the other was on his uninjured thigh. I moved my hand away but he captured and put it back on, moaning as he pushed himself into it.

“I thought we wanted it off,” I said hesitantly. He shook his head and pushed himself into my hand again. I shook my head knowing what I was doing was wrong. “Gio come on.”

“I want to cum on you,” he muttered so low I doubted I was supposed to hear it. I groaned and leaned my head down on to his shoulder before using all of my strength to pick him up like he was and take a few steps toward Sammy’s room.

“Oh fuck,” he cursed. “Shit, Vin. Put me down.” I shook my head and slammed his back against the wall by Sammy’s room. “Put me down you stubborn asshole.”

“Make me,” I hissed as I reached for the doorknob. I felt his teeth go into my shoulder and I dropped him. “Fuck, Gio!” I hissed as I leaned down to help him. He slapped my hand and then used the wall as leverage.

“So note to self you hate biting,” he mumbled.

I snorted. “No I love biting. Just not when you do it when I am carrying someone.” He looked up at me and bit his lip before crooking his finger. I leaned forward and he put his face into my neck and bit my Adam’s apple. I fell forward and caught myself on the wall.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. He bit the spot right next to my Adam’s apple and I dipped my hips down and into his. He groaned and knotted his fingers in my hair. He nibbled all over my neck as I pushed against his lower half too lost in each other to care that we could get caught. He was like a drug. When I touched him I couldn’t stop.

“Did you make it up the stairs okay!?” Sam hollered from his room suddenly. I pulled my tender neck away from Gio’s mouth and cursed.

“Yeah, we’re fine.” I looked down at him. “So fine.” His cheeks went pink and I smirked down at him. “Come on.” I put my arm around his waist and limped through the door with him limping backwards in front of me. His legs hit the bed and gave out. His face became level with my boxers and his face went even pinker.

“You all right there, Gio?” I asked.

“Get your dick out of my face and I might be,” he said as he pushed my hip. I captured his hand and put it on my stomach.

“You sure that’s what you want?”

“Uhhhh p-pretty s-s-sure,” he stuttered.

I smirked. “Okay,” I said and then pulled away from him. He looked at me dazed but shook his head and got with the program.

“What the hell, Vincent!?” he hissed.

“What?” I said innocently.

“We are supposed to be ignoring THIS!”

I made a face. “Well you most definitely did not care about that about five minutes ago when you were using my neck as a personal chew toy.”

“Oh! And you grinding against me helped even more!” he countered.

“You weren’t complaining!”

“I couldn’t with your neck in the way! You are fuckin’ everything up!” he screeched.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” I hissed and limped my way over to the bathroom.

“Where the hell are you going?”

I continued to walk until I was inside. I slammed the door and locked it before sitting on the toilet with my face in my hands.

He’s right.

I am fuckin’ this up.

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