Page 6 of He is Poison
Seth’s eyes went wide,and he looked around, confused like a crocodile in a desert. “But… what’shappening?” he uttered and took a step back, groaning when Domenico pushed himinside and blocked the entrance.
“They sent another manafter you,” whispered Domenico and hid the gloves, inside out, in his pocket.
Seth backed off all theway to the wall and put on the suit jacket. He struggled with the tie, but atleast it meant he didn’t have to look up at Domenico, who had locked them bothin the stall and was now busy with his cell phone. Seth’s eyes went to theparting between the stalls, and he remembered how quickly Domenico had managedto deal with… whatever the situation was. He’d definitely lost the urge to putDom in a trash can.
“We don’t have muchtime.” Domenico shook his head, watching Seth’s struggle with the tie. “Whatthe hell are you doing?” He walked right up to him and grabbed the silkaccessory, tying it into the knot like a pro.
“Okay, okay, I justhaven’t worn a tie in a while,” Seth muttered, trying to ignore Domenico’s sexycologne. He wasn’t able to. A flush rushed up his chest. “D-Domenico?”
“What?” growled Dom,snapping the suitcase shut as soon as he was done with the tie.
Seth leaned closer. Hedidn’t want to tease his own senses, but there was no way around it if hewanted to whisper. “Where is the body?” Domenico smelled so good Seth felt allkinds of conflicted about the kill that just happened. Then again, why shouldhe be sorry about a man who came here with the intention to murder him?
When Domenico drew in asharp breath, Seth felt the movement of air on his chin, his eyes locked on theexpanding pupils. Domenico was silent for a second, but then cocked his headtoward the stall to their right. “It’s been dealt with.”
“But what do you mean?”Seth insisted and straightened up to feel taller. “Maybe… you need some help?”He swallowed. Seeing a dead body was the last thing he wanted, but he couldn’tbe a wimp.
“No.” Domenico shook hishead and when he bowed down, his face was so close to Seth’s zipper, Sethinhaled deeply. It was like being a wolf locked in with a juicy lamb, butDomenico straightened his back as soon as he got the suitcase. “We’re alreadylate.”
“But how do you dealwith something like that?” Seth hated that it sounded like a whimper, butDomenico had already opened the door and left the stall.
“I said ‘come on’.”
Seth frowned. Hecouldn’t believe the guy was so rude. “Just wanted to know,” he grumbled, butfollowed Domenico, ignoring a scowling guy who shook his head at them. Great,now someone actually thought he was fucking that bastard. If only that weretrue.
They were almost at thedoor when it opened, and two men in janitor uniforms entered the restroom witha large trolley that contained a trash can and lots of supplies. His bloodfroze when Domenico pulled out the gloves and casually dropped them into thetrolley as he passed the janitors. There was no indication of anyacknowledgement except for a brief glance one of the men gave Seth before pullingthe trolley toward the stalls.
They barely made itthrough passport control when the speaker announced there were two missingpassengers for a flight to Rome, and Domenico forced Seth to run, insisting thenames were their aliases.
Seth had a new passport,and before he could even remember his new date of birth, they were rushingtoward the plane. He was leaving New York City with next to nothing and had tolet go of Peter as well. It was all happening too fast for his liking, but atleast he was alive and the Chinese hadn’t tortured him as much as they couldhave.
They reached their gateas the last passengers, but at least it turned out they were up for acomfortable flight as one of only few traveling on the top deck of the plane,in first class. Seth didn’t even look at the ticket as he followed Domenico.Strangely, it gave him peace of mind that someone else knew where they weresupposed to go and which seats were theirs. Domenico knew what their new nameswere and what time they would be landing.
With a sigh of relief,Seth slouched in his comfy seat and stretched his legs. Only now he realizedhis heart was still beating faster. Domenico on the other hand looked asimmaculate as before. He’d already removed his suit jacket and looked out thewindow, absent-mindedly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal a layerof pitch-black hair that covered his forearms.
Seth took a deep breaththrough his nose, trying to keep his attraction hidden. “That’swhy hesent you,” he said quietly.
The clear, amber gazemoved to meet Seth’s, complemented by a slight smile on Domenico’s handsomeface. “Your father has faith in my qualifications.”
Seth wouldn’t say it,but he wanted to learn all about Dom’squalifications. Especially hisdiploma in sucking cock. “You appear… capable.” That seemed to be theappropriate word. Positive, but not too much.
Domenico raised hiseyebrows, but shrugged. “I am. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” And withthat, he dropped into his seat.
Seth could have swornthere was something mocking about the way Domenico said that, yet when helooked back at his escort, he felt reassured that he’d be safe. If his fatherhad sent Domenico Acerbi out of all people, he had to be the best guy to do thejob, to protect him. After all, the guy had the balls to stab Seth at eleven.“You’ve changed.”
A strange tension passedthrough Domenico’s handsome features, but in the end, he just shrugged. “Youhaven’t.”
Seth frowned, takenaback. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Domenico ignored his outrage.“Just go to sleep.”
Seth glared at him butrefused to quarrel, instead turning to look out the window as the plane tookoff.
Good-bye freedom, helloFamily.
Chapter 2
Domenico leaned againstthe door as the car climbed up the hill toward the town center. The vehicleshook even as the driver slowed down on the cobblestones, diving into thelabyrinth of streets so narrow the sun only reached the top floors of thebuildings. The clothes hanging on lines over the street were familiar, as wereold women in black, sitting on benches in front of their homes. It was good tobe home, even though in Domenico’s case, ‘home’ meant confinement.