mafia king

chapter 12 - what the hell?

I thought it would feel good to hurt him. But it didn't. I hated it. It made me feel sick. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood uncomfortably in Georgino's office. The air was thick with tension and unspoken emotions. Georgino had sent a man to get me here. Since I had entered his office, he hadn't acknowledged me. Georgino maintained his stoic facade. His silence grated on my nerves, exacerbating the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. I had expected a reaction or at the very least, an outburst. Yet Georgino's nonchalant dismissal pierced deeper than any words ever could.

My hurt gave way to a simmering anger. The silence that hung in the air between us grated on my nerves, fuelling my growing frustration. I stared at Georgino, my eyes narrow and filled with a mix of resentment and defiance. "If you're just going to be quiet," I seethed, my voice laced with bitterness, "I can go back to bed." The words tumbled out, a cutting retort that carried the weight of my emotional exhaustion. I had reached my breaking point, tired of being met with Georgino's stony silence and avoidance. "Sandrino waiting for you?" Georgino's gaze met mine and for a moment, the room crackled with tension. The bitterness in his voice hung heavily in the air, a palpable reminder of the hurt both of us felt.

"Sandrino and I are friends. The kiss meant nothing." I said even though I knew how little my words would help convince him otherwise. A heavy silence settled once again, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. The weight of our unresolved issues hung in the air, suffocating the room. Georgino's gaze bore into mine, a mix of anger and sadness etched in his face. My voice quivered as I said: "I thought it would feel good to hurt you, to make you feel what you've made me feel the past weeks." Georgino shook his head. "Did you sleep with him?" My throat tightened, my voice barely a whisper as I responded to Georgino's piercing question. "No," I uttered, my heart pounding in my chest. A heaviness settled in the room as the weight of my deception hung in the air. Georgino's eyes narrowed, searching my face for any signs of dishonesty. He closed his eyes, exhaling a sigh that carried a mix of resignation and disappointment. "Liar," Georgino finally declared, his voice heavy with the weight of betrayal. The accusation sliced through me. I scrambled. "It was just once! I didn't want to keep thinking about you! How you are with Rose and how you kiss her and-." Before I could continue, Georgino's voice boomed through the room, cutting me off abruptly. "That's enough!" His outburst reverberated in the air. He shot out of his chair, his movements propelled by a surge of emotions. Each step he took towards me resonated with determination, a simmering intensity in his eyes. As he stood before me, mere inches away, his voice softened, filled with raw honesty. "I love you," Georgino declared, his words imbued with a conviction that pierced through me. "I am not with Rose. I never will be because I love you. I know I hurt you but for the love of God. Don't sleep with anyone else, when we still love each other." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "I wish I didn't love you. I wish I could hate you." Georgino looked hurt but it was the truth. It would be easier if I could have kept sleeping with Sandrino without the guilty conscious getting in the way. I drove through my hair and shook my head. Georgino put his hands on my hips and softly caressed the small part of skin there. I shot him a warning look, which he ignored. Horny bastard. But maybe I was one too because I looked down at his inviting lips. The desire swirling within me intensified, urging me to bridge the remaining distance between us. Logic wasn't part of my decisions anymore. My heart raced, anticipation building with every passing second. Unable to resist any longer, I raised my eyes to meet his once again. He bit his lip and gave me a knowing look. I leaned in, closing the gap between us. My eyes fluttered shut, focusing solely on the sensation of his soft lips on mine. He tasted like coffee and caramel. Our mouths moved together, each movement fuelling the growing intensity between us. Georgino pressed me against the wall behind me. His hands roaming my chest, lightly tugging on my shirt. His breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine. Every brush of our lips, every gentle nibble, sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I pulled back to catch my breath. My eyes met his once more. "I-." Georgino caressed the cut on my cheek from two days ago. "I love you." He said as if he knew that I was at loss for words. With a final kiss he sat back down behind his desk, and I left his office. My feelings all over the place once again because of one man.

It was around lunch the next day when I came back home from my latest drug run. After the whole vomit incident had died down, I had started to take my role in the group a bit more serious. Also, with Cassio now hunting for our assignments I kind of had to. We got paid a normal wage, but the more drug runs you could do, the more extra money you got. I had spent my night and early morning in a few clubs in the city. Didn't have to run away from the cops thankfully. They had become more present and thus more annoying recently. I decided to take a nap on the couch in the main house. I was too tired to drive all the way to my childhood home where my mom still lived. And besides, if I wanted to play some videogames later, I had to reserve the couch and hide the controllers. There were too many men living in this house for it to be free otherwise.

Your bloody boyfriend has it out for me." Sandrino threw himself on the couch next to me. "I have way too many drug runs to do. I don't even have time to go home to shower." "He is not my boyfriend." I replied and paused the video game I had been playing since I woke up. Boyfriend had never been my official title. Boyfriend meant public and we never were. My heart sank at the thought, but I shoved it aside for now. Sandrino rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever. But you better not kiss me again in front of him. Who knows what kind of cruel punishment he will have me do?" "Punishment? By making you do your job?" I laughed at Sandrino's put off face. "This has nothing to do with my job performance. It's Georgino's mind that knows we are friends, but guys like him don't think with their brain when their dick is involved." "And you know so much about guys?" Sandrino gave me a wink. "Before I fell in love with Tino I was quite the slut." I made a face and he laughed. "Who did you sleep with besides me?" Sandrino shrugged nonchalantly. "You and I aren't the only gay guys in this organisation." That caught my interest. "Really? Who?" "A gentleman never kisses and tells." "Nor does he keep score, but I wouldn't put it past you to keep a list." We broke out laughing.