Page 28 of The Rescuer

“Don’t start.” Brian warningly growled at his husband a few moments later when the younger man started to giggle. “It wasn’t funny. What if, instead of Luca and Martino, it were some hitmen sent by Ottavio?”

“Tanner would have stopped them or would have called for help.” Bart’s answer came in a soothing, calm voice. “Come on, admit it was hot. At least, for me it was.” He continued with a wink.

Brian didn’t answer. Indeed, the thought that Luca and Martino watched him possessing his husband so fiercely and passionately turned him on, his cock becoming semi-hard again. Smirking, he went for Bart’s neck, lightly biting the sensitive skin, his actions eliciting deep, long moans from the man.

Brian’s and his husband’s second lovemaking session was shorter, more intense than the first one, but it didn’t lack tenderness. The toe-curling orgasms left them panting and drained, clinging on to one another, sated smiles on their faces. When they finally gathered enough energy, Brian and Bart went upstairs to their room and, stepping into the adjacent bathroom, washed the cum and sweat off themselves, then slid under the covers for a well-deserved nap.

Later that night, before falling into the land of dreams, the librarian made a recap of the incident from earlier and wondered for how long Luca and Martino stood in the doorway and how much from what he and Bart did together they witnessed.Not very much, he answered himself; Tanner was loyal to the two of them, and he wouldn’t have let anyone, friends or not, invade their privacy.

Brian pushed the whole thing to the back of his mind, and he would have forgotten about it had Bart brought it up again a few days later when Edward, who came to visit together with his husband, asked how their day off was. When he heard about the incident, Julien’s first reaction was to burst into a wild fit of laughter, then, after calming down, he came up with a revenge plan.

Accessing the surveillance system in Luca’s home was a piece of cake for him, the blond said. It would allow them to watch the two occupants of the house in action without being discovered, he continued with a wink. Initially against his brother-in-law’s idea, Brian eventually agreed, saying to himself that was a good way to check if Luca kept his promise about not sleeping with Martino until the boy would become of age.

He won’t even need his special, magic laptop, Julien pressed, afraid that the librarian may change his mind.Any computer would do.Nodding in approval, Brian gestured to Bart, Edward, and Julien to follow him into the room that served as an office for him and his husband. The blond tech wiz turned the device on, typed a few codes, pressed a few other keys, and images from Luca’s home appeared on the screen.

The four men could see how in one of the rooms, the master of the house, wearing a long, black robe, Luca was helping Martino into a pair of pajama shorts. The teenager, naked from the waist up, slid both hands under Luca’s robe, running them over his pectorals, but the older man stopped him with a firm but at the same time gentle gesture.

Lowering his head, he peppered butterfly kisses all over Martino’s face, neck, shoulders, and chest. From time to time, he stopped and whispered in the teenager’s ear words that made his cheeks color a delicate shade of pink and brought a dreamy smile on his face. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Luca planted an innocent kiss on each of Martino’s nipples, then stopped altogether, holding the short-sleeved pajama top for him to put on.

Bart, Edward, and Julien were all awws and oohs at the display of tenderness on the screen, while Brian didn’t know how to react. On one hand, he was relieved to see Luca was indeed a man of his word, but on the other hand, he felt like a thief. The house, and especially that room, was the two fiancées’ sanctuary, their most private place, and by watching them, he robbed them of intimacy.

The voices of Julien, Edward, and Bart brought Brian back to the reality of him, his husband, brother, and brother-in-law peeking into their friends’ intimate life. On the computer’s screen, in a room the librarian recognized as being Luca’s bedroom, the young man was a sight to behold as he peeled the robe off his body and replaced it with a pair of pajamas.

So loyal, so stern, so vulnerable, so incredibly beautiful… The image of the young Sicilian conjured in Brian’s heart feelings and emotions he hadn’t experienced for any man…except Bart.

CHAPTER 19

Brian opened his eyes and looked around, but all he saw was darkness. Pitch black darkness. Fighting against the haziness surrounding his brain, the man blinked a few times, hoping it would help him to distinguish the contours of the objects in the room so he could figure out where he was and, if possible, how he ended up there.

One minute he was in the arts and crafts supplies room at the library, the next… A sharp, unbearable pain coming from his arms put a brutal end to Brian’s attempt to determine what happened to him, making him realize he was cuffed and suspended on a metallic beam by a thick, tight chain that didn’t allow him to move.

Ottavio!Finally, the fucker got me, the librarian said to himself as fragments of memories came back in his mind and started to fall into place like the pieces of a puzzle. He remembered the commotion outside the room where the art and craft supplies were stored, the muffled sounds, and how he peeked outside to see what was causing the whole agitation.

The last image coming to Brian’s mind was of Tanner fallen on the floor a couple of yards from the storage room’s door and two men coming to him, guns in their hands. A third one managed to sneak behind the librarian, covering his mouth and nose with a cloth, then darkness descended over him.

At some point, Brian partially woke up and felt strong arms carrying him into a building and manhandling him.That must have happened when they hung me here, he thought, remembering the sound of a gruff man’s voice telling the other they should have taken care of that guard once and for all.

Poor Tanner, Brian said to himself,just when his future started to look bright and promising again, when he built a new life with the woman he loved and the son they had together…The librarian shook his head;No, he thought,the guy is one of the tougher fellas I know, a warrior, a survivor, he won’t go down without a fight.

Brian’s thoughts took a turn as he wondered how the men who knocked Tanner down and kidnapped him got into the library. The front door was locked because it happened at the end of the lunch break, so the back entrance was the only way of access into the building. Even so, the perimeter around the library was patrolled by The Base’s guards.

They blended in. Brian remembered what Don Calogero once told him about Old World Mafia being not only the Grand Families but also those who worked for them and those they helped one way or another. For Sicilians, the Educator said, gratitude and loyalty spanned over generations, especially when the help they got at some point really made a difference in their life.

Most likely, Brian thought,those who kidnapped me are not bad people; they owned a huge favor to the Sforza family, and that fucker Ottavio called it in. I was an obstacle in the way of the one whose ancestors helped theirs, and they repaid the debt of honor by getting me out of his way. Simple as that, the librarian bitterly thought, revolted at how his enemy twisted and bent the Laws to use them to his own advantage.

The creak of the door made Brian flinch, and he raised his head to have a better view of the two silhouettes stepping into the room. It took him only a couple of seconds to identify one of them as being Ottavio; the other one, with broad shoulders and a wide chest, was most likely a guard who temporarily stepped into the role of torturer.

“You can leave us, Renzo, I see our guest is in no position to attack me.” Ottavio’s voice was a mix of dark humor and sarcasm. “Your men did a great job securing him like that.”

“Si, Signore.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” His gaze swept heatedly over the librarian’s body, and he licked his lips. “I’ll come back later,” he murmured in the Sicilian dialect as he turned around and headed to the door.

“Hello there.” Ottavio smiled as he got closer to the prisoner. “Long time no talk.” The man examined the cuffs and chain keeping the other one suspended. “Sorry if this feels uncomfortable, but you left me no options.”

“Cut the crap.” Brian’s voice was cold and harsh. “You are here to savor your victory, so enjoy the show. In silence, because the sound of your voice makes me sick.”

“Sorry if this may sound rude, but you are in no position to make demands.” Ottavio’s voice was polite with a hint of evil satisfaction. “And you are wrong. I’m here to wait for Luca.” The man stopped a bit, then continued with a shrug. “For some odd reason, my soulmate values your friendship and will run to your rescue.”

“Why?” Brian couldn’t mask the curiosity in his voice. “Your father expressly stipulated that it will be Martino, not you, the one who will extinguish the blood debt the Sforzas have to the Rinaldis by marrying Luca. What kind of a son are you if you don’t respect his last wishes?”

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