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After the dark haired beauty had passed out i carried him out of my club and towards my car while i tried to cover his sleeping form from the cold

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After the dark haired beauty had passed out i carried him out of my club and towards my car while i tried to cover his sleeping form from the cold .

Sitting him inside of my back seat i closed the door then turned to my personal guard Tony . Tony has been with my family since i was a young teen so i trusted him enough to not do anything stupid

"portatelo alla villa E vegliare su di lui" {Italian: take him to my mansion and watch over him} i commanded as i patted Tony's shoulder before i was storming off again .

I had some words for Sebastian if he knew his friend was such a weak hearted person then why would he leave him in a club full of strangers .

You can tell that he wasn't comfortable, the two times i have seen him he was fidgeting with his fingers and breathing heavily as if he has asthma or something .

I needed to take him for a check up but first i wanted to get to know him before i take another step , he seemed like someone i would have to take my time with he seems so delicate and precious i knew i'd have to treat him correctly.

The twenty minute drive to my brothers penthouse was tortuous because all i kept thinking about was the dark haired beauty . I wanted to be by his side when he woke up so matters like these pissed me off .

I damned near wanted to kick down my brothers door for making me wait but i waited and as soon as the door opened my brother welcomed me with a glare .

"Yoo why the hell are you trying to break down my door" he asked as he moved aside to let me enter "where's Seb" i questioned him as my eyes discreetly check around the area .

"Why" he asked and as soon as he did i heard quiet footsteps that no doubt belonged to Sebastian no later than a second he entered with a confused expression.

"Why'd you leave your friend alone" i asked him i had forgotten the dark haired beauty name "Santiago" he questioned as if i knew his name or something "if you are referring to the friend that fainted in my club then yes" i replied and watched as his eyes widen .

"Does he have his inhaler -fuck" Sebastian was stressing and now he was pacing . I watched as my brother pulled him into his arms and whisper something inside of his ear that made his face turn the same shade as a tomato

"He's safe with you" Mareno questioned i contemplated on fucking with the both of them but I don't think now would be a good time.

My eyes landed on seb as i gave him a warning "if you ever leave him in a place like that alone again i won't hesitate to kill you and not give a fuck about dealing with my brothers wrath" i said to him then left the penthouse.

My eyes landed on seb as i gave him a warning "if you ever leave him in a place like that alone again i won't hesitate to kill you and not give a fuck about dealing with my brothers wrath" i said to him then left the penthouse

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Entering my home i quickly made my way straight to my bedroom to see Santi sprawled out across my bed . Walking over to my en-suite i stripped out of my clothes and got into the shower to wash off the dirt and sweat .

Usually i slept naked but i didn't think the shy boy in my bed would appreciate it if he woke up to a naked man and so i settled for some boxer briefs before i got into bed .

Pulling him closer so that his back was on my chest i closed my eyes and relaxed . Relaxing was something i didn't have the chance to do often so this was exactly what i needed .

I stared at his sleeping form that was cuddled into me he was perfect not just his looks but the way he fitted against me. I knew that i was going to keep him and that he was going to be mine but i also knew that it would take me a lot of time .

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