Page 4 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Those damn dark-brown close to being black eyes pop up in my mind. I open my eyes, not able to get any sleep. I don’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. I groan and turn around to reach for Tatyana but she’s not in my bed.
I shake my head. I get up slipping my pajama pants on and I grab a hair tie, tying my hair into a ponytail. Tatyana has a sweet tooth and I always find her around the fridge eating whatever cake she left in there. Before I can leave the room, my cell rings. Who the hell would call me this late? I look down at my phone and it’s Adriano, my brother.
“It’s a little late to be calling, fucker.” I answer.
His boisterous laugh makes me smile. “You weren’t sleeping, you never sleep.”
“Shut up.”
“Anyway, word is, someone close to you was in on hurting Matteo. I don’t want to say it, but you’re my brother. I have to tell you.”
“Who, Adri?”
“Tatyana.”
“My Tatyana?”
“You know another?”
“Sacré bleu!” I’m mad enough to curse in the Quebec way. “Fuck!”
“Chill, Cir, chill. You’re a hotheaded fuck. Do this the right way.” Adriano advises me.
“Whatever. I’ll call you back, Adri.”
“Come home and let’s figure this out, Cir. Mama and Papa will always have your back.” He reassures me.
“Je sais.” I say, then hang up.
I crack my neck as I throw my phone on the bed and make my way towards the kitchen to find Tatyana. I hear noise as I make my way down the hall; I know it’s not my men because they aren’t allowed in my wing this late without some okay from me. I walk without making a sound, something people freak out about all the time. When I make it to where I think my wife is, I lean back on the entryway arch as I watch my wife give head to one of the pool boys.
Seems a little underage, even for her. What the fuck is up with her? I wait until they’re finished. He cums down my wife’s throat, something we don’t do. I nod at that, storing the information. They’re so lost in the moment that they don’t see me. I watch as she stands to her feet and kisses him hard. He stops kissing her and turns her around. He lays her on the kitchen island and enters her from behind. He’s definitely on something. He takes her in the ass this time and as she moans. She gets louder. I wonder if she knows how loud she’s being. I move in closer across from them. I lean in and place my elbows on the kitchen island, waiting for them to notice me. I tap my fingers to their fucking rhythm and finally, Tatyana looks up and stared right into my eyes. She stops moaning and instead screams. “Get off! Get off!”
The pool boy is shocked, and he pulls out slowly. He follows her line of vision and I smirk at him once he realizes what she’s looking at.
“I, I…” He begins.
“I suggest you leave.” I say to him. “Piece of advice? Fucking an older woman when you’re underage doesn’t make you a fucking champion. It makes you a victim. The older broad knows what she’s doing, but do you?” I take a pause. “Fuck off before I pay for your funeral and attend it without a care in the world.”
The boy runs out of the sliding kitchen doors. I face Tatyana. I bite my lip and grin. She stands, making herself presentable.
“You like being fucked in the ass, do you?” I ask.
Her eyes are wide. She knows my tone isn’t meant to be sexy. She rapidly blinks, her face pales. “Listen, Lis—.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
I press a button under the kitchen Island, and I know my men will be in here soon.
“Let me explain,” Tatyana pleads.
“When did it start?” I ask.
She cries. “I’m sorry.”
“Keep crying and I’ll bleed you dry.”
