I walked down the stairs the morning after the training day with a face full of hate. I was beyond angry at the world right now but no one cares. Why would they? I had threatened Vin and now everyone is questioning my place in the gang, so there is nothing to be happy about.
“Hey son,” dad said as I walked into the kitchen. I smiled at pops a little before plopping down in one of the booths and waiting for him to bring me a breakfast pizza which has been my favorite since I was a small boy. He slid the plate to me and then sat across from me with a coffee in his hand.
“So…” he began. “Angel and you?” I chocked on my food and then wheezed as the eggs slowly came up.
“Pops!”
“What!?” he yelled back. “It was a honest question!”
I wiped my mouth and then glared at him. “There is no Angel and me and never will be.”
He nodded before smiling. “They said they found you making out on a tree.”
“Pops!”
“Stop yelling!” he yelled back again. I glared at him and he glared back before looking outside the window. “You know I don’t care that you’re gay, right?”
“Yes, pops. We discussed this when I was thirteen.” I had came out to my dad a long time ago because there was no point in hiding anything from him. He knew everything! I had told him and he told me Vin was going to be a hard one to catch and I hadn’t even tell him it was Vin I liked.
“So why do you always put up walls?” he asked with his eyebrow raised.
“I’m a Italian gay boy in the mafia. You tell me, pops,” I said before getting up. He went to grab my arm but the door opened and he sighed as I looked up. Angel stood by the door staring at me with a giant smile.
“Hey,” he said with his eyes sparkling. My heart seemed to soar a little before I slammed it back down and chained it to the ground. Gahh why is he so freaking perfect?
“What do you want?” I snapped as he walked closer to me and pops watched curiously. He didn’t answer as he grabbed my arm and pulled me against him, kissing me right on the mouth. I felt my body melt as his fingers dug into my back.
“Yeah, not a thing,” pops scuffed. I pushed Angel away with my face on fire but chose to just glare at him.
“I missed you,” he said smiling wider.
“I saw you yesterday,” I snapped as pops disapperared up the stairs. He grabbed my hips and brought me back against him.
“And yet it isn’t enough,” he whispered down my neck. I let my head fall back on his shoulder and our eyes met before he leaned down and kissed my lips once-twice and then just kept pecking them until I got frustrated and sealed them together.
He began to walk us forward until we were by a table and he set me on it before wrapping my legs around him and kissing me more heatedly. I pulled on his hair, wanting him closer even if there was no space between us and he smiled against my mouth before forcing his tongue into my mouth.
I heard the door open behind him and looked over his shoulder to see Emilio standing with his face on fire and his eyes downcast. I pushed Angel away and he groaned as he met Vin’s pops’ eyes. “Can we help you?” he asked rudely as he wrapped an arm around my hips. I tensed but remembered the damn bet and tried to calm myself.
“Yeah,” he said awkwardly. “You guys won so you have the mission…” Angel seemed to get serious then and take his arm from around me. I immediately missed his heat but refused to say anything.
“What is it?” Angel asked as his eyes hardened.
“We need a hit,” Emilio said handing us a folder. “It’s nothing too bad just a guy who owes us for the third time. Just shoot and run.” We both nodded and he turned around but stopped before looking at us. “You guys make a good couple.”
I gasped in horror but Angel laughed to cover it. “Thanks.” Emilio left and that’s when the glaring started. “What?”
“We are not a couple!” I shouted.
“We make out, dry hump, and we are always together. We’re a couple,” he said smartly.
“You stalk me. That does not count as us always being together,” I said and then he smiled. I watched him come closer to me and kept backing up until my back hit the wall. He leaned down and tucked his face into my neck.
“You love it,” he whispered. I moaned softly and then leaned down to get to his mouth when pops cleared his throat.
“Sorry to interrupt but you guys should probably hit the shooting range before you go,” he said. I rolled my eyes and was about to mouth off until I thought about the equation closely.
Me+ Gun+ Angel= Happiness.
“Let’s go!” I shouted and went to yank him out the door but he pulled me back.
“Go pack,” he said and then pecked my mouth. I blushed and watched him walk out probably going home to get clothes. I turned around facing my pops who was smirking.
“Nothing going on, huh?”
“Oh shut up.”
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Angel and I were just pulling up to the shooting range when he looked over at me. His mouth made no move to open or come near me but his eyes were looking at me curiously. “What?” I whispered, seeming to lose my breath a little. He kept staring and staring until he leaned over and instead of attacking my mouth, pushed a piece of my brown hair out of my eyes.
“You’re so-“ he cut himself off and then scrunched up his whole face. He looked confused, disgusted, and angry as he opened the door and hopped out of his truck. I watched him get out and tried to piece the pieces together.
Why would Angel look at me like…that?
Why would he still be going on with this bet?
Why did he look so disgusted after pushing my hair out of my face?
Was he gay?
“Come on!” he shouted angrily and I quickly jumped out of the truck and ran after him. He had the bags with our guns and walked through without signing in because that was just our family name working for us. We went to a private room in the back and he threw my bag down before opening his own and starting to load the 22m.
I watched him silently and then reached my hand over to touch his arm but he ripped away. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked him feeling the familiar hint of rejection start to bubble inside of me.
“Nothing.”
It was short, angry, and most of all…final.
“You know that question is just the polite way of saying tell me what the fuck is wrong with you, right?” I asked trying to get him to look at me.
“There is nothing wrong, Sammy,” he snapped and then turned toward the target and started to shoot. Each bullet hit right in the heart and I felt the pierce go through my own. I saw his jaw working as he reloaded and then he pushed his brown hair out of his eyes before shooting again but he missed and the bullet stuck in the wall.
I grabbed the gun away from him when he went to shoot again and then grabbed his chin so he would look at me. “Talk to me,” I snapped.
“Why?” he spit.
“You know what, don’t talk then,” I snapped back and then pushed the gun into his hand before turning away and going to my own booth.
Rejection.
That is all I could feel at that moment. I know I do it to him all the time but he didn’t fall in love with his best friend and then have to watch him make out with another guy and then after that walk in on them having sex a few weeks later.
Rejection.
That seems to be the theme of my life. I mean, what is wrong with me? I fight him off one second and then the next I am upset because he turned his cheek on me and won’t discuss his fuckin’ feelings with me?
Rejection.
That is the thing eating through me right now. He finally might see what Vin saw and go find another person who he will love. It’s only been three days into this bet and yet he is already done with me.
Rejected.
He saw the real me and now he hates me.
“Hey,” he whispered and wiped my face where tears had been steadily pouring out as I held the gun up. I hadn’t even realized I had been crying but now here I am, like a cagna, crying about a boy I hated and a boy that would never love me. “I’m sorry, alright? I just….I realized that you’re a guy finally.”
For some reason that stung more than him just saying he wanted to leave me alone. I was not just being rejected but I was being rejected because I am a guy. Awesome.
I pushed him away from me and wiped me face before turning to the target and shooting and it hit right where the perp’s parts would have been. Angel hissed in pain even if it wasn’t him and then grabbed my chin.
“Maybe this bet was stupid…I feel like it hurting you and-“
“Just tell me you aren’t interested and leave before I shoot you in the fucking face!” I snapped and then pushed him back completely. “I mean, why would you be!? I’m a guy! I’m Samuel Mussolini Jr.! I’m just a plain boy with green eyes and brown fucking hair just like him but he has honey brown! I am guy who was in love with you since we were kids and yet he comes in and takes you away! I am your best friend and always will be because you fell for him and not me! How could you Vincent!? I love you!” I was sobbing hysterically which fit since I just totally made Angel Vincent in my head and went off on the wrong person.
I felt his arms wrap around me and I let him while I tucked my face into his shoulder. “Why does he not love me? What did I do!?” He shushed me quietly and rubbed my back. “What did I do, Angel? To him? To you? Why do you want the bet on anymore?”
He sighed. “My dad isn’t happy with the fact that his son is pinning over a Mussolini boy,” he whispered. “I had forgotten you were a boy and was falling for you, Sammy. It was a bet. It was….but now….I don’t know what it is.”
I held onto him and then felt his hand slide down my back and into my back pockets. “Angel…?” I moaned slightly he kissed on my neck as we backed up. I let my head fall back as he lifted me up to where the guns were supposed to sit. He pulled my lips down to his and I let him kiss me like everything depended on him and only him.
I felt his fingers go under the hem of my shirt and my stomach quivered as the feathered up until he circled my nipple. I pulled back from his mouth and grabbed the hem of my shirt before pulling it up and over my head. Our mouths fused back together as my fingers threaded in his hair and I brought him closer.
I wanted him so bad right then. I couldn’t explain why or even when I started to fall for Angel but I knew it was happening for a while now. His hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer so I could feel his arousal through his jeans and I moaned before digging my nails into his scalp. I then whimpered as his teeth grabbed my nipple and tugged on it.
“Angelo,” I breathed and shifted my hips so I could rub us together. He sucked harder and harder as my hips went faster and faster but right as I was about to pop the button on his pants the room door flew open and in walked a angry, short man.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” he shouted and before I could answer he continued. “A Mussolini and a Catalino gay together and having sex in MY establishment! You’re disgusting!” My hand twitched toward my gun as Angel turned around.
“You think because we’re gay we can’t snap your fucking neck?” he said menacingly. “You think just because we’re gay our parents won’t come shoot the place up and take everything you fucking have? Because if that’s what you think you are truly mistaken. We will find your house, your wife, and you two little boys and you won’t have a family anymore and the best part is…it will all be by two gay boys; one Catalino and one Mussolini.”
The guy had gone ghostly pale and was now shaking as Angel glared at him. “I-I-I’m s-s-s-sorry,” the man said and then ran out of the room most likely going to call his family and make sure they were okay.
Angel turned around to look at me and I became very aware of the fact that I was shirtless when his eyes ate me alive. I crossed my arms over my chest and he smiled before pulling me off the table and kissing me again.
“You turned on by that?” he asked as he squeezed my shaft which was hard as steel. Watching him like that did turn me on…a fucking lot actually. It was like he wanted to tear the guy’s throat out and I couldn’t help but feel hot all over because of it.
Our mouths started to work faster together when I felt his hands in the back of my pants. “Wait,” I breathed but he didn’t stop and grabbed my naked ass. “Hey, can you stop for a second.”
“Why?” he snapped as he pulled away from me.
Because I can’t breathe.
Because you make me feel again.
Because I’m falling in love with you.
“Because we need to get going.”
He sighed and then looked away from me and picked up my shirt. “Guess we’ll finish this later.” I felt my face heat up and then took the shirt before putting it back on. We packed all of our stuff and I went to walk away when he grabbed my hand and started to walk beside me.
My eyes peaked at him but he made no move to let go and he definitely didn’t look disgusted. We got to the truck and threw our stuff in. He didn’t let go of my hand until we were at my side of the truck and that’s when he pushed my hair out of my face and kissed me. I cupped his cheeks with both hands as his arms wrapped around the small of my back and lifted me up slightly so I was at his height. I welcomed his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it and played with it until we couldn’t breathe anymore. He set his forehead on mine and said the words I thought I’d never hear.
“Con voi sono a casa,” he whispered and I couldn’t help but peck his mouth again. (A/N Translation: Home is with you)
“Ti odio così tanto ma voglio che tu così male,” I answered and he smiled before letting me go. (A/N Translation: I hate you but want you so bad)
I am so screwed.
I don’t know if the bet is still on but it’s been three days and I was already half in love with him…..
Vincent who?
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Sorry it took me so long a lot of crap has been going on but hey I'm back so lets all read and enjoy my awesomeness!
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~Reg(;