Page 10 of Taking Over the Dark

“It’s only this quarterback,” I spit. Bucking at Smith with a clenched jaw, and whirling around to grit out at coach, “And don’t fucking speak on Nash while he isn’t here.”

“Go home, Prifti, before you do something you really regret.”

Without a word, I storm off the practice field and head back to the apartments to find the one person I have left who can pull me out of this.

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NINE

MARCELLO

Not a fucking word.

Nothing.

We’re hitting hour fifty-nine since we’ve last seen Nash and Ellie.

MyRagazza Dolce.

She feeds my soul, and this soul of mine is to the point of starvation.

?*Sitting at my desk in the warehouse, staring into the operating room, I start scrolling on my computer, looking for some of the footage of Ellie when she was still in her apartment. I land on the night I finally made her come on my tongue.

I slide my ass down in my chair, spreading my legs, and leaning back, scrolling to the time I know so well. My belt comes undone, then my button and zipper quickly follow on my favorite maroon suit pants. Leaving them up for now, I like to wait and see how long I can last before palming my cock.

No one is here with me in the warehouse, which probably isn’t the best idea, but Vin had to run and grab a couple of things for our meeting with the port director in a couple of hours, so I have the volume up as loud as it can go. I lay my head back onthe chair, basking in Ellie’s gentle snores through the computer’s speakers.

Fuck I miss her.

I need to know she’s out there and still breathing. We searched for hours where her tracker went black with no luck, yesterday. Either they knew she had the tracker in her arm and covered it, making sure it would lose signal, or… I can’t think of all the other countless things they could’ve done that would’ve caused harm to myRagazza Dolce.

It’s like my cock is trained when it comes to Ellie sleeping. Rock hard and ready to go when it hears her quiet little snores, knowing she is defenseless; what makes it more of a turn-on… I know her sopping cunt loves it. I finally palm my length, rubbing through my pants, when the door to my office flies open.

That same hand that was rubbing my cock shoots to my chest holster, grabs my gun, flips the safety off, and aims at whoever is dumb enough to be in here without me knowing.

“Honestly, a bullet to the head might solve today’s problems… Actually, no, I wanna see what that thing does.” It’s fucking Zamir, and he’s pointing to my hard cock and ogling it like he doesn’t have one hanging between his legs too.

Rolling my eyes, I question him, “Why are you not at practice?”

He shrugs. “Coach kicked me out.”

“What did you do, Zamir?” As those words leave my lips, I hear my voice chime through the video. I was whispering, saying the depraved shit I usually do when I’m with Ellie.

Zamir drops his voice a few octaves, asking, “More entertaining question is—what are you watching, Big Man?”

I know he’s trying to change the subject and get me to forget about him getting kicked out, and I’ll drop it for now… but I will find out.

With a wicked smile pulling at my lips, I tell him, “The footage from the last time I was in her apartment.”

“Have you found any answers or anything since watching the video?” he asks while walking around to stand behind me.

“I’m not going to find answers here, Zamir… what I’m looking for is pleasure and the thought of myRagazza Dolce.”

“Coach kicked me out because I was a dickhead to the backup quarterback. He wasn’t making any effort to get passes to me, and his cadence is nowhere near as funny as Nash’s,” he huffs like a pissed-off teenager.

“So you took the anger out on the other teammates because your boyfriend is missing in action?”

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