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“I don't think you realize who you’re snapping at.” Brian made no effort to hide he wasn’t happy about the Vergara heir’s disrespectful attitude.

“You are nothing more than a lousy librarian.” Achillio huffed contemptuously. “I can buy and sell tens, hundreds like you.”

From the corner of his eye, Brian saw Luca balling his hands into fists. Tanner was also ready to snap. “Enough!” The librarian’s voice thundered. “I am Don Cavallieri, and you better remember this. I will not tolerate disrespect from you. Look at my eyes and the ring on my hand. I dare you to call me a liar.”

CHAPTER 18

Achillio got closer and looked at the ring, then stared into the librarian's eyes. “You...you are...the spitting image of Don Blasio Cavallieri, Knight Templar and Keeper of Wisdom.” He gave the man an incredulous look. “You...how?”

“I'm sure you've heard the legend that my family is gifted. That's how.” Brian’s voice was friendly and it lacked the tension from earlier. “My great-great-grandfather knew things and hid his family for a time. Before that, he wrote a letter to an unnamed descendant. That would be me.”

Achillio nodded in understanding, then looked between the librarian and Luca. Is he under your protection?” His voice was now respectful. “A man of honor never lies.” He added.

“Yes.” Brian’s voice was different, it sounded a bit firmer and more authoritative. “And so is Martino Sforza. Speaking of, I want a contract drawn up because of the disrespect I was shown just now. I'll spare Achillio, but the Vergara family must never pursue the fake contract or any contract concerning Martino. They are also not allowed to go after Luca.” He paused a bit, then continued in the same voice. “Oh, and that the contract will not transfer to any of Martino’s heirs.”

Eyes still glued on the ring, Achillio spoke in a shaky voice. “Thank you, Don Brian, you are very generous. I'll stay at your disposal, and I'll be here to sign the contract when it's ready.” Power-thirsty as they were, the Vergaras respected the Laws, and the man was in shock because he realized he could lose his life.

“I'll put Domenico Tomassi in charge of that.” Don Calogero spoke in a flat voice, smiling inwardly at the sight Achillio offered as he stood in front of the librarian, head down, all the arrogance and pride from his voice gone.

Right then, Martino walked into the library. He flinched at the sight of Achillio and, sensing something special was happening, knelt before the librarian, kissing his ring. “Don Brian, I salute you. A long, happy, prosperous life.” Then, he went next to his fiancé.

“Come here.” Brian opened his arms, welcoming the two to his chest. “I’m so proud of you, of how quickly you reacted. Your father is proud of you, too,” he told Martino, caressing his cheek.

“And I’m proud of you going full Mafia boss mode,” Luca whispered in the librarian’s ear, a small grin in his voice.

One month had passed since those events, and as Don Calogero and Baldassare anticipated, once their blood debt was declared invalid, the Vergara family took distance from Ottavio. The pardon letter Brian wrote to Achillio created an even bigger rift between the two former allies, as Marcello, the head of the family, decided it would be in their best interest to stick to the Council’s side.

The good friend Reardon had decided Brian and Bart deserved a relaxed evening after all the stress from lately. He offered to send Hennessy to take the kids for a sleepover at his and Edwin’s villa so they could have the house to themselves, his generosity met with enthusiasm and gratitude by the couple.

As soon as the van driven by Reardon’s right-hand took off from their driveway, Brian and Bart ran into the house and greedily went at each other. Neither of them could wait to go into the bedroom; it seemed miles away, so the two headed to the living room. Clothes started to fly through the air, landing on the floor, and soon the men were stark naked, hands running all over their lover’s body.

Brian nipped, licked, and lightly bit at the skin on Bart’s neck and chest, making him walk backward until his legs hit the edge of the big, spacious couch and plopped down on it. With a grin, the librarian licked his way down to his husband’s navel, setting the smooth, veiny skin on fire with butterfly kisses, then focused on the man’s dripping cock, twirling his tongue around the tip, collecting the pearls of precum and teasing the slit.

Bart became a moaning mess, his cobalt-blue eyes shining with lust and a desperate urge to be possessed, to feel Brian inside him. The librarian, however, wasn’t hurrying; he worshiped the other one’s cock with short licks and butterfly kisses, sending surges of pleasure all over his body, moans turning to whimpers of need.

Caught as they were in their sexual frenzy, neither of the two men heard the buzzes and pings coming from their phones. Almost driving Bart crazy with desire by sucking his cock like it was the tastiest delicacy in the world, Brian soaked two fingers with saliva, pushed one inside him, slowly working him open, adding the other one after a while.

At that point, the librarian curled his touch, blindly searching for that sweet spot inside Bart, who was biting his lip and squirming a little, as his p-spot was stroked by practiced fingers. He reached between his legs, his fingers touching at Brian’s wrist as he let out a loud groan, then brought his hands over his head.

The librarian couldn’t believe how turned on he was just watching Bart lose his mind over being touched that way. Withdrawing his fingers, he finally freed his husband from his overwhelming stir. He spat in his hand and coated himself before slowly merging his cock into Bart’s entrance, relief coursing through him.

Taking the other man’s mouth to silence his moans, Brian twirled their tongues together, their flavors mixing into one as the librarian drove himself in and out of his lover. The pressure that squeezed around him was to die for, and when well-toned arms closed around his body as his hips turned, Brian knew there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be than where he was right then.

After years of feeling what loneliness truly was, the librarian had found his place in the world, and it was wherever Bart Cavallieri was; his husband, his soulmate.I love him so fucking much, Brian said to himself, his thrusts moving deeper.I love him, I love him, I love him.With each self-confession, his cock stroked over the internal switch that drove the other one crazy.

Bart tried his damnedest to hold back his orgasm, but it felt too good to resist, and it only got better when Brian’s jetting seed shot into him and a hand pumped his rock-hard cock. Bart closed his eyes, his entire body trembling, and when he opened his eyes, he saw how thick, white streaks of cum his cock released had spurted all over Brian’s chest.

“I told you not to go in there.” Tanner’s voice made the two husbands flinch. “Sorry, boss, I couldn’t stop them.” He pointed to Martino and Luca, who were standing in the doorway.

“Please, go on, don't mind us.” The teenager waved his hand, grinning. “And before you ask, none of you picked those damn phones, so we imagined the worst and came to check on you.”

“Well, both of us are fine, as you can see. Thank you for your concern.” Brian mumbled the words. “Now can you…” He gestured to the door. “Please?”

“Sorry, we’re on our way out.” Luca lowered his head in embarrassment. “Come on, Martino, let's get home.” He gestured to the hallway.

“But that's a hell of a hot show!” The teenager protested, his eyes shining with enthusiasm and curiosity. “I’m sure there’s more. Can’t we stay a little longer?”

“Honey, please...” Luca’s voice, although soft, had something in it that made Martino follow him without further comments. “Once again, sorry for this terrible misunderstanding.”

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