Lethal. {manxman}

Chapter Five.

Lethal: Ch. 5

If someone asked me how I knew Alessandro Viconatti, I would have said that we were friends because we were at the time. We were friends, people that did everything together. At first, I was a little wary of him because of how strong he came off onto me. I mean, I was 4 years old when I had my first kiss, for fuck's sake!

That alone is a thought that would send people running for the hills.

After awhile, I got used to him and we got closer and closer, just as friends. He had first came out to me and told me that he was gay and I threw him a party because everyone was okay with it. That was all I had put to our relationship with each other, that is until he decided one day, to ruin it.

I expected a lot out of Alessandro, seeing what kind of person he was. He was smart, like a prodigy. I knew he was capable of a lot of things. I knew he was a powerful man and had everything at free will and he was the type of man to do unpredictable things.

What I didn't expect was for him to kiss me like he did yesterday.

I felt so many things from the kiss. I couldn't help but feel the adrenaline running through me as my heartbeat starting beating in the rhythm of his own. I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I memorized how perfect my body felt in his, how I felt so protected and secured in his arms. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine and I swear, the angels started singing above us at that moment. 

We kissed with so much passion, I saw stars. I don't know what to make of my sexuality, seeing as he's been messing with me for most of my life. He has confused me so much, I honestly don't know what to do. I didn't know what to do at that moment when he decided to switch things up.

Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, licking the soft skin. "I want to be in your arms tonight."

I shuddered at the mere memory of it. I didn't know what to think, or do or how to act because of him. I didn't even know how to love because he's been trying to steal my heart, that fucking crook! He's why I never had luck in the love department. Because of him, I gave up. There was a reason why out of all these 19 years we knew each other, that I left 4 years ago. A reason I knew all to well but should never make it to the light.

"Get up, boy. There is no time to stare at the wall and contemplate your existence." I rolled my eyes at the familiarity of the voice. "Nice one, uncle Zanos." I smiled at the man as I sat up on the bed. At 46 years old, Zanos Zhukarti-Ivanov still conquered the world. He was still the same good-looking, sarcastic man as he was 19 years ago. 

Only difference was that he had his husband Alejandro by his side to take on every single thing.

Jesus Christ, was everyone around me just turning gay or what? I could've sworn Zanos was straight before Alejandro came along. My dad was all for girls, my mother Kary Miller being one of them. Nikolai coming in and deterring the situation onto him was the best thing he could've done.

I didn't want to be around her or hear her name come out of anyone's mouth. She was a reminder to all of the things she had did to my father when she had my babysitter lure him into the woods where she proceeded to capture and torture him. That day was a day that should stay in the past.

But even now when I see the scars marked all over Dominic's body, the sudden thought of that bullet flying through his body invades my mind. I felt like it was my fault that he was in that predicament.

Even though I know it wasn't. I knew it wasn't his fault either because he was doing what he could to save me. I sincerely regret not being able to do anything. I know I was young but I still could've done something. I could've done more than cry and watch her shoot bullet after bullet into his skin.