Heartsick Desires

Done

"Did she leave yet?" Silas asks basically groaning.

I walk out into our living room and glance at the leather couch where Syn resides who is gripping his glass so hard I'm afraid it might break, and clenching his jaw with such force his teeth may shatter.

I shift my gaze to the pacing Silas "Yeah... I let her know and kicked her out she bursted into tears" I frowned at the reminder.

Another fake submissive.

I'm done, I've almost had it with these fake submissives. Either our interests don't match or they just want to have sex with three grown men. "I'm sick of it man, I swear to god we are going to be looking for a submissive for the rest of a lifetime if we don't find one soon," Silas says while flailing his arms around like the Italian he is.

I and my two friends have been close ever since primary school, and have liked to share everything including women. We never have had good experiences with one on one relationships, we simply just work better sharing and caring for a woman together.

We are all straight men and will never be attracted to each other, so we moved into a house together and helped pay it off. Which was a hassle but worth it in the long run instead of getting a crummy apartment.

Me and Silas whip our head to the noise of a loud smash and witness the sight of Syn's glass of whiskey now crumbled and spilled all over him and the floor. His hand leaking dark crimson. "Fuck, Syn. Let me get the first aid" I say as I run to the kitchen.

We have first aid kits basically everywhere around the house because we tend to get hurt quite often.

That's what comes with this lifestyle.

I grab the first aid kit and stop in my tracks when I see Syn already walking to the bathroom, practically boiling with rage at the submissive situation and our banter.

We know better than to talk to him when he gets like this, you will most likely end up with a black eye. Syn has never been open or friendly no matter how close we are. He went through some fucked up shit as a kid and now he's just a shell of what he used to be as the trauma set in.

Of course no matter how bad his anger can get or how cold he can be, he doesn't fuck around in the bedroom and never lets that interfere with our BDSM relationships.

Now, he'd definitely hit a man at the bar but never a woman. Definitely ones that we have relations with.

I get snapped out of my thoughts to the phone ringing. "I got it" I tell Silas, he nods and looks thankful since he's already occupied sweeping up the glass.

I pick up the landline "Hello?" I say to the person that is on the other line that sounds like they're already having a conversation . "Hey is Theo or Syn there?" The voice of one of our main men come from the phone.

"Theo speaking" my English accent very prominent in my voice.

"Hey... Um we have a man named Chris Walden at the front waiting to be let in he says he's here for a meeting" I roll my eyes and run my hand over my face in annoyance "For fuck sakes, let him in I guess" I hang up the phone without another word.

I walk into the kitchen where the now patched up Syn sits on one of our stools in our island. "Hey man, uh that one fucker... Chris? I think it is. The one that owes us some money is coming, in about 5 minutes after he gets searched" I explain.

"Let Silas know I'll be there in a couple minutes, remember if he doesn't have the money bring him to the basement" the deep voice echos throughout the kitchen.

His head staying down, he shuts me out. I decide to just leave him be.

I make my way over to the grey couch with the pillows, sitting down and grabbing a book that's laid there from previously in the day.

I sweep my blonde hair back and open to the page I was last on and start reading.

Daddy Syn will get better don't you worry, he'll need a few hugs and his dick sucked and he'll be all better. By the way, THIS IS NOT A MAFIA BOOK, or at least I don't plan on making it one. They're more assassins, helping other people out. Aka getting money or killing s person for someone. (edited)