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“Good. Don’t rush Seththough. Keep your head cool. I know you want revenge.”
“Sir?” Seth cleared histhroat. “How did she track me?”
Luigi let out a sigh.“She found you through the university records. Then your IP was tracked andwhen you placed an ad online, she used the opportunity to lure you. Then theChinese took over. Whoever gave her the order used her as a smokescreen to keeptheir hands clean.”
Seth rubbed his foreheadwith a scowl. “Thank you. I… yeah. I will never make a mistake like thatagain.”
“I’ll make sure he won’tbe in any danger,” added Domenico, never stopping to touch Seth. He even slidhis fingertips into the back of Seth’s jeans. They were alone on a meadowbetween the trees, in a public park, but without that many people around, theycould relax or train in peace.
“I will keep you bothinformed about anything necessary. The Don is grieving.”
“Thank you,” Seth saidand after a curt goodbye, Luigi disconnected. “Show of power,” Seth whispered,never looking up at Dom.
“What?” Domenico pushedthe phone back into the pocket of his jeans.
“It’s getting real,isn’t it?”
“It has been real thewhole time.” Domenico rubbed his hand over Seth’s back. “You chose not to seeit.”
Seth hid his face in hishand. “I’m super-fucked.”
He was walkingdesperation. Soft, weak, inexperienced, he had to rely on Domenico. It waspeculiar to have so much control over someone who had no choice but to stick toyou, especially when you found them insanely attractive.
“Seth, what did I tellyou? As long as you do as I say, you will be safe.”
“You know,” Seth startedwithout taking his hand off his face, “I wouldn’t even need to be a hooker. IfI run for Siberia, I could open a bistro there. I bet they could use some niceItalian food.”
“Right.” Domenicoscowled. “How about a trial run in the wilderness tonight? We could gocamping.” It was a good idea to intensify their training very,verysoon.
“You will teach me howto hide from the mafia?” Seth whispered and looked up at him, dead serious. Theguy had so little clue it was sad. There were wolves out there, and he wouldwalk straight into their jaws.
“It’s the basics, but Iwill show you certain things. We will do this on a regular basis. That okaywith you?”
Seth nodded with a deepbreath. “Will you help me?” A man had to be desperate for his pride to drop solow.
Domenico watched thetense heartbeat in the bulging vein on Seth’s neck, continuing to pet his back.Seth was the fucking ice cream man about to melt. With a sprinkle of fear.
Chapter 11
Seth was not preparedfor as much ‘action’ as he thought he was. He trained with Dom for three hoursbefore they got to eat something. Instead of invigorating him, the fightsdepressed Seth, as they showed him just how little he could do. He wanted tolearn, he needed to, but at the same time, all attempts to do so made him feeluseless. If having bruises all over wasn’t bad enough, they went shopping forcamping equipment, and Seth only had an hour alone at home to prepare a quickand messy frittata. It was still hot when he packed it in his brand-newbackpack. Not his idea of fun. Fear was pushing him on though. Maybe someday hewould need to run in the woods, hide.
The sound of his cellphone ringing got him on the brink of a heart attack, but Domenico’s name onthe display was like a balm to his nerves. That was his signal to leave, so hegathered two big backpacks and inched his way through the narrow door, and thenfarther down the stairs. Dom didn’t say where he was going when he left earlierso Seth had no clue how they were supposed to leave the city. By bus?
But when he got to thestreet, his question was answered when he saw Dom leaning against a pale blueVolkswagen Beetle, a cigarette firmly buried between his lips. Seth raised hiseyebrows, confused by the dissonance. It was like seeing a puma trying to fitinto a Chihuahua kennel.
“Are you trying to beinconspicuous?” Seth asked and put the bags in the backseat.
Domenico smiled andraised his shades, revealing the bright eyes Seth was already getting all toofascinated with. They stood out so much against Dom’s dark complexion and hairthat is was difficult not to stare. “It was available right away.”
Seth shrugged and sat inthe passenger seat. He knew he wouldn’t get away from whatever torture Dom hasplanned for him. And staring wasn’t good. Staring got him attracted, and he’dend up letting Dom into his pants like when he got drunk the day before. Sure,it was hot and he’d probably do it again if he had a do-over, but his ass stillhurt, and it was embarrassing. And it wasn’t the type of pain like aftergetting punched in the face, but a small, constant, annoying soreness. It keptreminding Seth that he already bottomed for the guy four times. He didn’t evennotice when it happened. It was okay when he was drunk, or when it was dark, orwhen he wasreallyhorny, but it wouldn’t do in daylight. He didn’t wantto seem like an easy lay, a comfortable place for Dom to leave his spunk.Though mostly, he didn’t want to talk about being a bottom.
Domenico yawned anddropped his cigarette to the street before getting into the car. It was indeedmuch smaller than Seth was used to, but at least it wasn’t him who had tomaneuver his body so that he could reach the steering wheel without having topull out several ribs. Domenico, however, didn’t seem to mind. “We’ll gothrough a drive in on the way out of the city. I need caffeine.”
Seth raised hiseyebrows. “If you’re desperate…”
“I am, and we don’t havetime for lounging around in a proper café. Which is a shame because I know agreat Italian bistro in Kreuzberg.” Dom sighed, somehow managing to move theancient vehicle. It didn’t look modernized on the inside, but at least it wasclean and smelled nice.Eau de Domenico.
“I could use a niceItalian wine.” Seth fought the urge to lean over and play with Dom’s hair. Hislife was bound to become one big fucking test of willpower.