Page 61 of The Silencer

I nod again and wet my lips. “But you’re not gay.”

“I’m not. But you’re mine. Mine. Now go the fuck to sleep.”

Ha, doesn’t he know? I don’t sleep. Can’t. I just stay awake until the sun comes up, those words chanting over and over again in my skull.

Yours. Yours.

Mine.

Mine.

9

ANTHONY

My feet hit the treadmill at a grueling pace, sweat dripping down my forehead and neck. I just got done boxing with Luca and Viktor, and yet I still feel something crawling within me, wanting to escape.

I’ve lost my fucking mind.

My brain conjures up images from last night, flashes of Tatum grinding against me, his cheeks flushed in pleasure.

I let him suck my cock. And suck it he did.

Sucked my logic right out as well. And some of my straightness.

But fuck, he did it so well, and I woke up so relaxed.

Not so relaxed now though. An entire day spanning out before me, endless calls and paperwork. Everyone thinks the mafia is all about guns and sex workers, drugs and parties. No, it’s just endless paperwork. Stacks of it.

It makes my head throb just thinking about it.

And then there’s the issue of Angelo and Mikhail.

And the Fallen Aces coming for everything I’ve worked hard to build. This isn’t the first time that they’ve tried this. But we’ve always dismissed them as a sloppy rival gang who was more of a nuisance than an actual threat. But after the shootout at the warehouse, I’ve been hearing of more attempts at other businesses I’m invested in. Break-ins, hacking, an attempted kidnapping.

Sloppy fuckers, especially now that Douglas Kennedy is in charge. He has some kind of point to prove, now that he’s taken over.

They’ll get what’s coming to them. I’ll make sure of it.

I slap the large red stop button on the machine and grab my water bottle, glugging the cool liquid down before mopping up my face.

“Fuck.”

I’m stressed all over again, it makes my muscles bunch tightly and my neck cramp.

My fingers rub at them, and I make a mental note to have a masseuse come by and work out the tension. Although, I don’t know when I’ll have time.

Tatum, however…

I shake that thought away for a second before it pops back in.

He did help me relieve some tension, and he liked doing it. He moaned and gagged, choked and sputtered, eager for it.

I shouldn’t want it with him, but then again, I do seem to have a mild, slightly out of control obsession with Tatum.

I need to exorcise him from my system and yet…

I step off the treadmill and move to the weights, going through the reps before stepping into the sauna.

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