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“You can start by makingsomething great for lunch.” Domenico got to his toes and gave Seth a lightsmooch.
“Only if you promise mesomething.” Seth hugged him tighter and sighed.
“Yeah?” Domenico leanedback and pulled him toward the living room.
Seth followed, lookingat his feet. He slowed down, anchoring Dom in the darkest spot. “If you everhave to kill me, please do it quick.”
Domenico stoppedmid-stride and looked back, all thoughts leaving his head. “Where did that comefrom?”
“I just—” Seth scratchedthe back of his head. “I don’t want pain…”
“I won’t kill you. Yourfather asked me to take care of you.”
“This is just… you know,if something changes,” Seth whispered, keeping his gaze somewhere on the wall,his body trembling slightly
Domenico sighed, facinghim again. He understood where Seth’s fears were coming from, and with theDon’s latest decisions being so unexplainable, anything could happen. Asalways, he would follow the order, but he would do so without any satisfaction.“I promise.”
Seth didn’t smile, buthe did lean in for a kiss that soon turned into many more. That was the way tocomfort the doomed future Don.
Chapter 15
Domenico left the cell,disappointed with the constant wailing. He could only work properly withoutSeth around so the training hadn’t been progressing at all for the last twodays. Sure, they did some wrestling, but then just watched TV as if they didn’thave a captive next door. Slowly, he walked back to the kitchen, following thecreamy smell of a sauce Seth was putting together for dinner.
“Still nothing.”
“Give it time,” Sethsaid as if he were talking about slow roasted pork.
“I’m fucking losing mypatience here.” Domenico pulled out one of the cell phones he used to contactthe Villani headquarters. He’d tried a lot of things but not being allowed toleave any permanent damage made it all incredibly difficult. He’d tried pushingpins into her, he’d put chopped chili peppers into her underwear, choked her,but there were limits imposed on him, and it frustrated him to no end whenresults were still demanded. “And I couldn’t pick up a call.”
“Mm, are you gonna callthem back?” Seth smiled at him and dipped a finger in the deliciously smellingsauce. It was so fragrant and fresh, Domenico’s stomach melted. He slid hisarms around Seth’s waist, taking in the natural smell of hot skin.
“First things first.”
Seth turned around inthe embrace and kissed him. Their… whatever it was that they shared, had beengoing for over three weeks now, and Dom was still as hungry for Seth as in thebeginning. It wasn’t even an uphill struggle anymore, with Seth willinglygiving in to Dom’s lust. In a way, it was good that Salieri was so stubborn,since it meant more time with Seth.
“Sure, let’s eat beforethe food gets cold.”
Domenico looked into hisshiny, brown eyes and let his fingers push up, under Seth’s ridiculously tightT-shirt. It seemed he bought them a size too small, and they kept revealingnaked flesh, like a carrot to pull Dom closer. “You’re the best male cook Iknow.”
Seth turned around andfilled their plates with pasta and pan-fried anchovies. “I only began learningin the States. My… my mom sent me recipes. I never thought I’d enjoy it somuch.”
Domenico snuggled hisface into Seth’s arm and closed his eyes. He missed his mother. Last time hewas in Sicily, he didn’t have enough time to visit their home. They spent timetime together at the wake before the funeral, but that was that. “I haven’tseen mine for a very long time.”
Seth kept quiet for amoment, expertly preparing the sauce before pouring it over the spaghetti.“You’ll see her soon.”
Domenico pulled awayfrom him and sat by the wooden table. He couldn’t wait to put that delicioussauce in his mouth. Everything Seth created in the kitchen was secondsmaterial. “You should visit us. My mother has some great recipes she couldshare with you.”
Seth put a steamingplate in front of Dom and sat by his side with his own food. “Does she knowyou’re gay?”
Domenico blinked at him,shocked by the suggestion. “Of course not.” Slowly, he looked up at Seth, whowas sitting close enough for them to rub knees. The food seemed even moretempting than before. Seth put pieces of fresh cut lemon on the side of Dom’splate, so he could squeeze them over the pasta himself.
“How would you explainmy visit then?” Seth raised his eyebrows and rolled some pasta onto his fork.
Domenico chuckled,smelling the lovely sauce. “Oh, making arrangements for the future.”
“As in, making friendswith your future Don?” Seth wiggled his eyebrows.
Domenico leaned back,packing his mouth full of pasta and fish with a low groan. He slipped his nakedfoot out of his slipper and stroked Seth’s calf with it. If Seth was the Don ofanything, he was the Don of the kitchen. “Precisely. If you pretend not to knowhow to cook, she’ll give you a crash course in Italian seduction techniques.”