Dark Soul, Vol. 4 by Aleksandr Voinov

Author:Aleksandr Voinov [Voinov, Aleksandr]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing

Stefano could have sworn he’d left his cell phone in the kitchen, but he found it in the living room, next to the TV remote.

When he pushed the curtains aside, he spotted Donata talking to Silvio outside the bungalow. Of course she had an excuse to talk to Silvio, but seeing the two of them standing there, together, he realized again how much he wanted them both. And prayed he wouldn’t hurt either of them.

He half-expected her to bitch-slap Silvio, rake her nails across his face, and shuddered. The image was too clear in his head. Bad conscience. Like a man watching his wife stumble across his mistress.

Thing was, Silvio didn’t deserve either the pain or the humiliation. He’d done nothing that wrong. It still took two to cheat, and Silvio was a gay man, unattached, hedonistic. It was Stefano, and Stefano alone, who was breaking the rules, largely, damn it all, because he accepted the rules, unlike Silvio. He envied him that sometimes, but Donata made it all worthwhile. The chance to have a family, a home, and to live in peace.

Stefano looked down at the phone in his hand, pressed the button and swiped it active, then sent a text to Silvio.

You okay there?

A tingle ran down his spine when Silvio pushed his hand into the front pocket of his jeans, pulled the phone free, and quickly checked his message. Silvio looked up to him, doubtlessly seeing the curtain move from where he stood. Was that a nod? Hard to say. But Stefano wanted him to know he was watching, taking an interest. Guarding. There for him.

Silvio put the phone back into his pocket. He and Donata kept talking for a little while longer, and then Donata returned to the house.

Stefano’s phone buzzed. The message said, Gotta talk.

Uh-oh. He texted back: When?

Whenever.

Not helpful. He dialed and Silvio answered immediately. “How bad is it?”

“We gotta talk, but make it look unconnected.”

“I’ll come by later.” Even though spending time with Silvio alone in the bungalow was something he’d avoided since Silvio had come back. Accidents happened too easily. Sorry, sir, I have no idea how my cock ended up in his mouth . . . Stefano scoffed. Right. But damn it if he’d managed to banish the memory of how Silvio felt against him.

“I’ll be here,” Silvio said and disconnected.

Stefano slid the phone into his pocket and paced the room. He wasn’t the best at waiting. Or looking inconspicuous while doing it. When he checked on Donata, she was preparing herself a salad and seemed to suspect nothing when he told her he’d just drop by Silvio’s and check how he and his brother were doing.

Easy enough.

The bungalow was dark from the outside. Silvio was sitting on a stone step of the verandah, dressed in his biking leathers, helmet against his knee, bike standing close enough to touch it.

“You heading out?”

Silvio didn’t turn his head—not surprised in the least, like he’d heard Stefano coming from a mile away. “Yeah. I gotta .

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