The Angel's Gun boyxboy

The Angel's Gun

Chapter 1

Shit.

That was the only way to describe it. We were in absolute, utter shit.

Shit is what i said out loud as i continued to pound the pavement hard. The blue lights were shining and the sirens were blaring.

"Mother fuckers" i cursed as we darted into an alley. This deal had gone bad. Real bad. It went down south so fast it gave me head spin.

We vaulted over a fence just as two cops jumped out of their cruiser.

"FREEZE!" They yelled at us, "FREEZE OR WE'LL SHOUT!"

Jeez what happened to minimum force used. We kept going, pushing our bodies to the limits.

Then the shots came. It was raining gunshots!

All thanks to the big man. He thought the best place to launder Mafia money was a few legitimate pharmacies. These pharmacies also served as a front for our operations for cooking our own 'pharmaceuticals'.

Some how, some weasel sold us out and the cops came to pay a visit. Worst part.....they got the big man. Mr J.J.Mollitti. A nice guy. Balding old man. Kind, cares for his community and creates large amounts of employment. His italian blood showed in his dark hair and eyes. Those very features inherited by his son , Mateo Mollitti, who was running for his life beside me.

"Fuck!" he screamed as one of the bullets found its mark. The smell of blood filled the air. We were a few metres away from safety. I dont think we are going to make it.

We rushed into the street, busting through the door, scrambling for the cars. Joe Car Garage was our get away car hide out. I jumped into the driver's seat and Mateo got into the passenger's just before i sped off to the safe house.

Mateo was swearing, clutching his left shoulder. His blood had formed a dark shiny patch on his black shirt.I flooded it. We needed to get out of here, and we needed to get out of here.

We got to the safe house 40 mins later. Probably the longest 40mins of Mateo's life. I dont know what room we ended up in but he was on a chair instantly, cursing at me to hurry up. I came at him the kit, finding he had ripped his shirt off. I was met with flawless sun kissed skin, bulging biceps and rock hard abs. It made my mouth water. Seeing him breath through an open mouth, panting, groaning from pain, eye lids closing slightly, forehead gleaming with sweat made my pants feel tighter.

I shook my head. Dont think like that. It was hopeless. I knew. No matter how much i chided my self i knew that i, Angelo Romanni, was hopelessly in love with Mateo Mollitti.

I stepped in front of him and set up the kit. Looking at the bullet hole, i watched the stream of blood curve his way down his pec to his nipple. Damn, he even made bleeding to death look hot.

But i knew i had no chance with him. When we were teens i had confessed to him. I was shaking in my boots. Here i was, a Catholic Italian, saying he was in love with a man. My mammi would be ashamed if she knew. But she doesnt. At least i had been wise to keep that between Mateo and me. I had liked girls,dated girls and slept with girls.

But after the day i met Mateo, i knew my Italian blood was running hot inside me. I liked him. I thought i liked him like a good friend. But soon i learnt i liked him more than that. I started having wet dreams about him.

"hurry up will yah!" he said through clinched teeth, bringing me out of the clouds. "alright, alright" i say to him. Even at 23 years, a good 7 years after i had confessed, i still loved this boy.

I pulled out the bullet and patched him up nice and good. I sat opposite him, looking my fill of him as it was all i was going to get. He turned his head to me, placing his newly aquired glass of whiskey to his smiling lips. Lips that looked good enough to eat.

I was so mesmerized by his lips i hadnt noticed he had stood up and was now standing in front of me. It gave me such a shock to have him so close, i stood up.

Hmmm he hummed, taking a step closer. I took a step back. "what are you doing, Matty?" i asked as he continued to drive me back. At some point he dropped his glass. It shattered against the marble floor. It distracted me long enough for him to push me on to the bed. It sent me into shock, allowing Mateo time to climb on to of me, capturing my lips.