Page 3 of Little Crazy

“Haven’t we met before?” Ciro Caruso undressed Cory with his eyes, immediately in lust with the other young man. He pointed at Cory. “You’re… a Romero. Anthony Romero’s kid.”

Cory nodded. “I am. We’ve met in passing.”

Leaning forward, Ciro cocked an eyebrow. “How come we never fucked?”

Cory shrugged. “You were usually fucking someone else.”

Ciro sank back and stretched his arms along the back of the booth seat. His mouth quirked. “I’m not fucking anyone now.”

The older brother threw back another shot, cleared his throat, and eyed Cory. “You’re a good-looking guy.” He looked him over from head to toe. “Fucking gorgeous. You ever think about cashing in on your good looks?”

“Meaning?”

Ciro gestured to the booth. “Have a seat, and let’s talk.” When Cory sat down, Ciro leaned his way and breathed him in. “ Fuck.” He shivered. “You smell good.” Ciro exhaled. “Bet you taste even better.”

Cory smirked. “Never had anyone spit me out after getting a taste.”

“Oh, fuck.” Ciro laughed. “I believe you.” He licked his lips. “I never spit… I gulp.”

Chuckling low, Cory nodded. “You look like a gulper.”

Leaning closer, Ciro whispered, “And one hell of a sucker.”

The guy was hot as fuck and smelled of musk cologne with just the right amount of sweetness to avoid being sickly. Cory would never fuck the man, but his dick naturally responded to his sexiness and his not-so-discreet offer to suck him off.

Studying Ciro’s full lips, Cory didn’t doubt his ability to administer one hell of a blow job. “I believe you.”

Ciro grinned and licked his lips again. “I prefer to prove myself.”

“That’s not a bad policy.” Cory gazed into his eyes, playing his part. “I saw you with that last guy. He seemed to be… auditioning for something. A potential stripper?”

“Something like that,” Ciro murmured, his lusty eyes roaming all over Cory.

Cory shifted his attention to Carlo, who remained silent and downed shots while his younger brother flirted with Cory. “What did you mean about me cashing in on my good looks? Do you have something in mind?”

Carlo smiled small. “I might. But you would have to audition.” He glanced at Ciro and smirked.

“Can’t say I hate your audition process.” Cory looked around the club. “But I’d prefer a more private setting.” He reached under the table and slid his hand along Ciro’s thigh up to his crotch. “How would you like to see inside the Sanitini mansion? We could have our own private little party, just the three of us.”

Pursing his lips thoughtfully, Carlo asked, “Got any primo drugs? Maybe some Coke or E? Get us in the right mood for… auditioning.”

“We got everything,” Cory murmured, squeezing Ciro’s swelling bulge. “And plenty of it.”

The brothers exchanged a look, grinned, and nodded. Ciro reached down and covered Cory’s hand, squashing it around his erection. “Fuck it, let’s go.”

Clint and Cochise sat at a small table in a dim corner of the club, observing Cory and the brothers. Even Clint’s keen ears couldn’t pick up the conversation from their table, what with the cacophony of noise within the club. It didn’t matter—Cory was efficient and could get most men to do as he wanted, especially if they leaned toward the gay side of the spectrum. Though the older brother clearly enjoyed women, Clint suspected he swung both ways by the ogling he was giving Cory.

When Cory reached under the table and grabbed Ciro Caruso’s dick, the cowboy knew it was all over for the brothers. Whatever web Cory was weaving—they were caught.

“It’s go time,” Clint told Cochise when Cory and the brothers vacated the table and left the club. The two gangsters followed, keeping their distance.

Outside, the brothers climbed into Cory’s Maserati.

Clint watched them speed away. “Gotcha fuckers.”

The Egyptian was unusually quiet—even for him—during the drive to the mansion.

“Something wrong?” Clint asked.

Cochise stared out the front windshield, gray eyes squinted against the oncoming headlights. “Don’t know,” he mumbled. “Something feels… off.”

Clint had sensed the same needling but chalked it up to the fact that they were dealing with another crime family this time. “Off, how?”

Exhaling deeply, Cochise shook his head. “Not sure. But I don’t like it when things feel off.”

Neither did Clint.

“Shit.” Ciro looked genuinely impressed as they drove through the front gates and approached the mansion. “Nice.”

“I like it.” Cory smiled. “It’s been home to me most of my life.”

“Rumor has it Nathan Sanitini came back from the dead,” Carlo said. “That true?”

“Shouldn’t put too much stock in rumors.” Cory wasn’t one to share private family information. Nathan had indeed returned from the dead, but the family wasn’t ready to confirm it publicly just yet. The old man was still recovering, physically and mentally, from the horrors he endured on the island, and everyone in the family remained overprotective of him.

It was undetermined if Carlo believed him, but the man let it drop.

Ciro wasn’t interested in rumors; his focus remained on Cory. Entering the mansion, Ciro slipped his hand underneath the back of Cory’s shirt and caressed his bare skin. Cory draped his arm across the younger brother’s shoulder and smiled.

“I’ve never seen an ass fill out a pair of slacks like yours,” Ciro breathed in his ear as he dropped his hand lower and squeezed Cory’s firm cheeks. “I want in there so bad I’m about to cream my shorts.”

Cory chuckled. “Soon.”

Ciro groaned and ran his middle finger along Cory’s ass crack through his pants. “With your face and body, I know you’ve surely fucked a lot of men, but I bet your ass is still tight as a drum.”

“Tight enough.” Cory winked at him.

“You’re gonna be our greatest money-maker.”

“What exactly am I auditioning for?”

“A top-quality escort.”

“A prostitute?”

“No, no,” Carlo cut in. “Prostitutes bring in pennies compared to our escorts and deal with less than savory men. The escorts entertain the big-money boys and get to fuck in fancy hotels, mansions, private jets, and even exotic getaways at times. And the more in-demand you become, the more you get to pick and choose who you fuck.” He smiled. “Trust me, you will be in high demand very quickly.”

“You think so?” Cory grinned.

“Absolutely,” Carlo said. “You’re hot as hell and charming as fuck. No price will be too high. Those horny money bags will pay anything to spend a night or two with you.”

“Shit,” Cory chuffed. “I should’ve started when I was eighteen. I could’ve been rich by now.” He snorted. “Even richer if I’d started sooner.” Cory glanced slyly at the two brothers. “Bet you got some less-than-legal ones out there bringing in cash for you, huh?”

Carlo shook his head. “Nope. Nothing under eighteen. And they’re out there willingly.”

“Willingly? All of them?”

“Yes. We’re not sex traffickers, just…” He grinned. “… pimps. I’m sure it isn’t their dream job, but it’s an income. How many people actually like their jobs? Like any job, if they want to quit, they can quit.”

The man’s words seemed genuine. Why would he lie to Cory when they were both part of the crime world? It wasn’t like he’d worry Cory would call in the cops if he admitted to pimping out minors.

Maybe he wants you to believe they’re fair men, so you’ll work for them—then who knows what they’ll do once you’re in their clutches.

They might have been trying to play Cory… but it didn’t feel like a con. And he could weed out a conman within a few minutes of conversation.

Cory felt a strange niggle in his gut he couldn’t quite decipher.

Something feels wrong.

But he trusted Clint and Cochise. The men didn’t target people on a whim. He would proceed with the plan.

Cory took the men to the spacious living room, where a fire burned low in the fireplace. “Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll bring us some drinks and… party favors.”

“Don’t be long.” Ciro gripped Cory’s jacket, tugging him close as his lips brushed Cory’s mouth. “I’m so ready to fuck you.”

A slow smile stretched across Cory’s face. “Same.” He grabbed Ciro’s head and kissed him hard.

The younger brother gasped and grinned when Cory stepped back. “Can’t wait to see what else that mouth can do.”

Cory chuckled and winked as he exited the room.

Unfortunately, for you… you’ll never know.

He returned shortly with the drinks to find Ciro lounging on the sofa, minus his jacket, nude from the waist up. The man was hot as fuck, no denying it. Carlo stood by the fireplace, looking at the photos on the mantle. He turned to Cory when the young man handed him his drink.

“A toast?” Cory smiled as Ciro stood and took his glass.

“To a hot night of fucking?” Ciro smiled devilishly and dipped in, flicking his tongue under Cory’s earlobe. Cory quivered on reflex.

“That and…” Cory cleared his throat, mentally reminding himself of the brothers’ unforgivable crime. “… a long future of business and… pleasure.”

“Pleasure, for sure,” Ciro growled seductively, rubbing against Cory as he nuzzled his neck and sucked his earlobe.

“Indeed.” Carlo held up his glass, eyes hazy with lust as he watched his younger brother make up to Cory.

“Indeed.” Cory smiled. The three clinked glasses and drank.

Night, night, boys.