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CHAPTER FIVE

Gabriel sat in the middle of the mudroom with his legs pressed together as he held his ankle in both hands. There were tears in his deep brown, bloodshot eyes, and his brows were drawn, his lower lip wobbling as he stared up at him. As Viktor approached, Gabriel flinched and dropped his head. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”

Viktor stopped and gazed down at him. If it weren’t for the fall, Gabriel might have opened the door leading to the yard. Now, he merely sat on the tile floor before it, crying and trembling. Viktor clenched his fists by his sides. He wanted to punch Gabriel for being stupid enough to run from him, but the pleading look on Gabriel’s pretty face stopped Viktor from hitting him.

“Get up,” Viktor said.

Gabriel shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

Viktor tensed his jaw and scooped him up into his arms. Gabriel gasped but clung to him, his lithe naked body still slick with water. It made Viktor’s cock twitch. Maybe he should fuck Gabriel right here as punishment for attempting to escape, but the whimper that came out of Gabriel’s throat made Viktor carry him to the basement instead.

He sat Gabriel on the bed and watched him for a moment. “Stop crying,” Viktor said and brushed his thumb against Gabriel’s cheekbone, collecting some of his warm tears.

Gabriel jerked away and dropped his gaze to his ankle, his body jolting with every breath. “Just stop it. Let me go home, please .”

Viktor lowered his arm, his eyes still fixed on his captive. He then grabbed Gabriel’s jeans, underwear, and socks before stepping out of the room and shutting and locking the door behind him. He dropped the articles of clothing into the hamper in the laundry room before walking to his office. Viktor sat behind his desk and sighed. Leaving Gabriel alone to calm down was the best thing he could do right now.

After a moment, Sasha joined him and asked, “What happened?”

“He tried to run,” Viktor said. “Then fell and hurt himself.”

“Should I check on him?”

“No.” Viktor observed Sasha. Did his right-hand man have a soft spot for the boy already? “He did it to himself. Leave him alone for a while.”

Viktor rested his elbow on the desk and raised his fist to his chin as he stared out the window. Tree branches and leaves swayed in the wind, and raindrops peppered the glass from outside. “Apparently, his father doesn’t care about him.”

Sasha said nothing, but Viktor knew he was listening.

“If what he says is true, that his father won’t care if I kill him... then what’s the point in killing him anymore?” Viktor said.

“Maybe we should wait and see if Frank starts searching for his son. That way we’ll know if he cares about him or not,” Sasha suggested.

“Or I can contact Frank today, and tell him I have his son and that I’m going to kill him.”

Sasha watched him, waiting for a command, until Viktor pulled out a small notepad and pen from the desk drawer. Using the contact number listed as Dad on Gabriel’s phone, he wrote the digits on the paper before tearing it off and handing it to Sasha.

“Take a photo of Gabriel and send it to Frank on an untraceable burner phone. Tell him we have his son and we’re going to kill him.”

Sasha nodded and walked out of the office.

Viktor leaned back in his chair and relaxed. The only way he’d be able to make Frank experience the same loss he had, was if he actually cared about his son. He didn’t know if Gabriel was lying or telling the truth, but Viktor found it hard to believe that Frank didn’t care about his only heir.

A short while later, Sasha returned to the office and shut the door behind him before he came to stand in front of the desk. “It’s all done and sent. No response yet.”

“And Gabriel?” Viktor asked. It felt strange to care about his captive, but now Gabriel was his main focus and he needed to know what was wrong with him. “Is his ankle broken?”

“No,” Sasha said. “I think it’s a sprain.” He checked the phone. “Still no reply.”

“Sit. Let’s wait,” Viktor said.

So they waited.

Half an hour turned into an hour. Viktor sipped on a cold glass of rum, the liquid warming his throat. When he checked his wristwatch again, two hours had gone by.

Sasha shook his head from where he sat in the guest chair, his eyes glued to the phone.

“I don’t think he’s going to respond,” Viktor said before standing, rounding the desk, and taking the phone from Sasha’s hand. “I’ll try something else.” He walked out of the office and to the basement. Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and walked into the room before shutting it securely behind him.

Gabriel was sitting with his back against the wall. He wasn’t crying anymore, he was glaring.

“Don’t look at me like that, boy,” Viktor said. “You’re the one who ran and hurt yourself.”

Gabriel looked away, a heavy frown on his pretty face. Viktor grimaced. He had to stop thinking of the enemy as pretty.

There’s nothing pretty about him, Viktor told himself, but his eyes and body said otherwise, and he was staring at those full lips again. He has corrupt Romano blood running through his veins . His father murdered my only sister.

“I’m going to call your dad,” Viktor said.

Gabriel’s attention snapped to him and his eyes widened. Viktor found the contact titled Dad and pressed the call button before handing the device to Gabriel, who took it with a trembling hand.

Gabriel’s chest rose and fell quicker as he held the phone to his ear, and Viktor listened to the ringing tone before the line connected.

“Who is this?” Frank demanded.

Gabriel’s body went rigid. When he spoke, his voice sounded pathetic and small. “D-Dad.”

“I told you not to call me again,” Frank said.

“Dad, they’re going to kill me!”

There was a sharp pause, then, “I don’t have a son anymore. Do not call me again,” Frank sneered.

Gabriel opened his mouth as though he wanted to say more.

The line went dead.

Gabriel’s hand flopped down onto the mattress, his shoulders sagged, and he stared at the phone in his palm with renewed tears in his eyes. Keeping his head down, he extended his arm, offering the phone to Viktor. “I told you he doesn’t care,” he mumbled.

So Gabriel was telling the truth. The short, tense phone call solidified the fact that Frank Romano didn’t give a shit about him. Viktor had clearly heard Frank say he didn’t have a son anymore, and Viktor wondered what had transpired between them for Frank to disown his only son.

Viktor took the phone and tucked it into his jeans pocket. He then sat on the edge of the mattress, making Gabriel’s body visibly tense. Viktor looked down at Gabriel’s ankle and saw that it was swollen and red.

“Does it still hurt?” Viktor asked.

Gabriel lifted his head to look at him with glassy eyes. “W-What?”

“Your ankle,” Viktor said.

Gabriel glanced at his ankle before looking at Viktor again. He kept his mouth shut, and they watched each other for a short moment before Viktor got up and left the room, locking the door on the way out. He went to the bathroom and grabbed bandages before returning to the basement, unlocking it, and stepping back inside before shutting the door. It was a hassle, but he didn’t want to risk Gabriel attempting another escape, even when injured.

Taking his place on the edge of the mattress, Viktor grabbed Gabriel’s foot, making him yelp and attempt to pull away.

“Be still,” Viktor said as he placed Gabriel’s foot on his lap. He began to firmly wrap his ankle and then set the bandage in place so it wouldn’t unwind before releasing him.

When he looked at Gabriel again, he was staring at him.

“Tell me why your father disowned you,” Viktor said.

Gabriel glanced away, his brows drawn in tight. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you can’t get shit out of my dad, not even a care. At this point, you’re only wasting your time.”

Viktor stood by the mattress and grabbed a fistful of Gabriel’s hair, jerking his head back so that his shiny, bloodshot brown eyes were on him again. With a gasp and a wince, Gabriel clawed at Viktor’s wrist. “Lemme go!”

“You have no choice,” Viktor said. “You’re going to tell me what I want to hear.”

Gabriel dug his blunt nails into Viktor’s wrist and then spat at him. Viktor released his head only for a moment as he wiped the saliva off his chin. Disgusting. But what else did he expect from a Romano?

“I should kill you for that,” Viktor growled.

“Please don’t,” Gabriel said, his eyes wide.

“Why shouldn’t I? It looks like you’re more trouble than you’re worth.”

Gabriel quickly shook his head. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

If Viktor wasn’t already riled up, he might have cringed, but that sliver of logic was slipping when he focused on Gabriel’s puffy pink lips. The sight alone was enough to stir arousal in his lower body, and considering how tense he was, he needed some much-deserved stress relief.

“You’ll do anything, huh?” Viktor unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Shoving his briefs down slightly, he took out his heavy, warm cock and held it in his palm. He reached for Gabriel’s hair with the other hand and yanked him close, just mere inches away from it. “If you want to keep living so badly, then suck my dick. Put those pretty lips to good use.”

Gabriel stared, a gradual flush of pink coating his cheeks. He fluttered his eyes shut, dark lashes fanning out underneath. It looked like he was blushing.

Viktor frowned. It seemed the rumors were true; Gabriel was gay. Did that have something to do with his father disowning him? Regardless, he didn’t want to stop now. He was already hard, and it didn’t matter that Gabriel was a guy. Right now, the only thing he cared about was being in his captive’s mouth.

“Bite me and I’ll cut you,” Viktor warned. He still had his pocket knife on him and wouldn’t hesitate to flip it open if Gabriel tried to get out of this, but he only intended to scare the boy, to get him to submit.

Gabriel wrapped his fingers around the base of Viktor’s cock and leaned forward, his warm breath fanning the head. Viktor felt his skin prickle and he watched as Gabriel’s mouth sank over the tip.

Since Gabriel was completely naked, Viktor observed every line and curve of the younger man’s smooth body. Gabriel’s chest was hairless but firm, and his figure was slim and lithe. It was a stark contrast to Viktor’s muscular build, which naturally made him larger than Gabriel. It’d be so easy to pin him down and take him, to do what he pleased with him. For now, however, Viktor was content with Gabriel blowing him.

Viktor closed his eyes as electricity wove through him like a warm current, and Gabriel’s tongue prodded against the slit of his cock. He grew harder as Gabriel transitioned to sucking him, and snapped his eyes open to gaze down at him, watching as Gabriel bobbed his head. He pulled away, making Gabriel open his eyes and gaze up at him, his pink, wet mouth still open and tempting Viktor to thoroughly use it. The sight seemed to turn him on even more, making his cock throb so much it almost hurt.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you? You little slut.” Viktor guided his cock back into Gabriel’s mouth, and still fisting his hair, began thrusting. It was bliss to fuck Gabriel’s mouth, especially with how well he kept up every time Viktor moved.

Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut as he took each stroke down his throat, and it wasn’t long until Viktor’s body seized up and he was spurting his seed into his captive’s mouth.

Viktor eased his hand out of Gabriel’s hair, and Gabriel pulled away, coughing and sputtering once his mouth was free. Panting, he looked at Viktor with wet eyes as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“You liked that,” Viktor said as he tucked himself back into his underwear and fixed his jeans. “You’re a freak who’s into sucking off your kidnapper.”

Frowning, Gabriel shook his head. “No,” he breathed. “No, I’m not.”

Viktor nodded at Gabriel’s body, his eyes on his cock. “Look at yourself.”

Gabriel followed his gaze before lifting his head. “I?—”

“Who would’ve thought Frank’s kid was a slut. A good cocksucker too.”

Fresh tears formed in Gabriel’s big brown eyes. “Please, just let me go.”

Viktor said nothing more as he watched Gabriel. He’d enjoyed using the boy’s mouth, and the longer he stayed in there with him, the more he desired to just fuck that mouth raw again and use it to his heart’s content.

The realization disturbed him. He wasn’t supposed to be attracted to Gabriel or feel anything towards him. Gabriel was his captive and enemy, not his lover.

Without a backward glance, Viktor left the basement and locked the door behind him.