Guns n' Boys: Swamp Blood (Book 3) (gay dark mafia erotic romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  Seth wasn’t even talking back anymore and milked his own cock ferociously until he came between their bodies, with his muscles tensing before a shiver. Spurts of cum covered his stomach, and a droplet even reached Seth’s chin. His ass throbbed around Dom’s cock, hot and hungry for cum that Dom was more than eager to provide. He came seconds after, squeezed hard by Seth’s tight ass, which milked every single drop out of Domenico’s balls.

  Seeing double, Domenico dropped on top of Seth, nuzzling his face against his sweaty chest and covering it with lazy kisses that tasted of sweat and cum.

  Seth seemed to only be catching every other breath, and his heart drummed at the speed of light against Dom’s skin. He opened his lips, but nothing came out. Dom didn’t mind, still gently grinding his cock into Seth’s hole.

  “So,” he started, cuddling up to Seth when his cock started shrinking. “When are you gonna have sex with me?”

  Seth snorted, and seeing a smile on his flushed face was the best thing after fucking. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean it like that. You took me by surprise.” He lowered his legs to allow Dom closer.

  Domenico pulled Seth up and made him sit on the edge of the table, with Dom standing between his spread thighs. Locked in a loose embrace, they kissed, and now that Seth had lost his nasty edge, Dom was more willing to talk.

  “I just... miss us making love too,” he whispered, stroking Seth’s back.

  “I know, there’s a lot of time to make up for.” Seth wrapped his arms around Dom’s chest and kissed his nipple. “But fuck, that was good. My ass is still feeling it,” he whispered the last words and gave Dom’s neck a kiss.

  “I sure hope so, considering I’ll be going to work now and leaving you on your own,” said Dom, caressing Seth’s ass.

  Seth stood up and wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck. “Look at me, seeing my future husband off to work.” Not a hint of the earlier argument was there, and the tender kiss to Dom’s jaw did in fact make him feel like a king.

  He grinned and nodded at the frittata. “Maybe you should pack that. I don’t think I’ll have the time for dessert now.”

  Seth gave him a long kiss that spoke of his devotion before pulling away to do as Dom asked. He had that silly well-fucked grin on his face as he wrapped the frittata in paper. Dom took his time watching spunk trail down Seth’s thigh. He loved it. If he could only make sure it stayed inside him forever, without using some silly toys, he would.

  Instead, Domenico rushed to take a quick shower and dressed in casual clothes, in case they wanted him to meet up with the trafficker on the same day. But no matter how tiring dealing with the bikers could get, at least Dom got his share of happiness for the day. He was completely elated.

  When he got back from his quick cleanup, Seth was there, in just the jeans he wore over bare skin, smoking a cigarette with a lazy smile as Domenico’s lunch waited for him on the table. “You want one?” Seth pointed at the smokes.

  Domenico kissed Seth’s shoulder and nodded, caressing the warm body once more, just to gather more energy for the day. Seth put the cigarette between Dom’s lips and lit it for him. Dom knew Seth too well to assume every morning would be like this, so he took his time reveling in Seth’s newfound good attitude. Maybe Dom needed to fuck him before asking about the marriage again.

  “Be safe.” Seth stroked his back between the shoulder blades, and at that moment, Domenico truly felt invincible.

  He poked Seth’s forehead with his and walked out of the house with the packed frittata in hand. Even the bright sunlight shining straight into his eyes couldn’t get to him now.

  He saw Mark sitting behind the railing of the porch, and he could swear the boy had just moved there judging by the redness of his cheeks. He was doing that pretend ‘I-am-just-sitting-here’ expression of disinterest.

  Domenico squinted at him and slowly raised his hands, shaking his index finger in warning. The boy was unbelievable. Then again, at least he got to see what a stud Dom was. “Watch and learn.”

  Mark laughed nervously and slowly got up, not daring to meet Dom’s gaze.

  Domenico lowered his voice, but he didn’t have the right mindset to be angry. “That’s what you did, didn’t you?”

  Mark followed Dom as they walked to the bike. “Not all the way, I mean… curiosity got the best of me, but it seemed intense, I didn’t wanna totally pry.”

  Domenico raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head. “We’re not your personal porn show.”

  Mark hid his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t wanna lie, ‘cause you read people and all that.”

  Domenico nodded, happy to keep Mark in the dark about his lack of telepathic capabilities. “Don’t lie.”

  Mark put his hands down and reached into his pockets with a deep breath. “About that…” He cleared his throat. “I kind of… You forgot this,” he muttered and pulled out the wad of ten thousand dollars Dom had thrown at him in the forest.

  Domenico looked at the cash, surprised. He wanted to take it away before they left Mark, and even though it was a test of what the boy would do, he hadn’t really hoped Mark would return the cash without prompting. He even thought Mark could have buried it somewhere to pretend he lost it and retrieve it later. “Is it the whole thing?” asked Domenico, mounting the bike.

  Mark rolled his eyes. “Yes. You gave me other money for shopping and stuff.”

  Domenico grinned and slapped Mark’s shoulder as he put on the helmet. “Good. Give it to Seth. He’ll know what to do with it.”

  Mark stood still, watching him intently. “I wouldn’t take it now. Your offer. I’d rather be poor than do what you asked.”

  Domenico swallowed, and a smile resurfaced on his face immediately. And the warmth in his chest? It was pride.

  The clubhouse was an ugly compound, hidden away behind a row of trees. Its gray, grainy-looking walls reminded Domenico of the concrete walls of cheap housing in the eastern part of Berlin. The clouds had grown unusually thick in the last hour, big puffs of dirty white, with a layer of gray at the bottom. Add the sickly humid air, and all Domenico could think about was the storm that would surely leave him drenched on the way back home.

  To reach the compound, he drove down a narrow road lined with large cement blocks. The gate was open, but he slowed down when someone appeared from behind the fence, as if ready to block Dom’s way. The young man had a large bruise spreading all over the left side of his head from beneath a white bandage dressing, and Domenico soon realized it was the scout from the night before. With the senseless bravado he’d shown yesterday, he had been lucky to get out of it with as little harm as he did. Even the eye, which looked freakishly dark because of a burst blood vessel, should eventually go back to normal. His foot was probably the worst. The guy was lucky to still even have one.

  Domenico stopped the bike and stretched, looking at the prospect as if it were the first time they met. “Domenico Abate. Your president’s waiting for me.”

  The guy gave Dom a stormy look and limped to the side to make way. “Follow me,” he muttered, eying Dom’s motorcycle.

  Domenico did as he was told, and soon he parked Seth’s sleek sport bike right next to a row of big, powerful Harleys. It looked good, though he needed to have Mark wash it. With his breakfast in hand, Domenico pushed on the heavy steel door that was probably almost impossible to get through without a bomb. Domenico knew the type—with thick locks that went deep into the wall for extra protection and a frame that was a part of the construction of the building. This meant that the compound was built for protection, not merely modified for it.

  A few bikers looked up at him from a game of cards when the prospect led him in. “Your girl’s not much fun!” shouted a large man, who resembled a Viking with his long red hair and beard.

  Domenico straightened his back, quickly assessing the space. The common area consisted of a kitchenette of sorts, with two huge fridges and a whole stack of chips bags next to one of the cupboards. A de
ep fryer sizzled with something, adding the scent of oil to the smell of cigarette smoke, booze, and leather. But there was also a large area with mismatched sofas and chairs organized around a few beat-up coffee tables. Three closed doors led into more private parts of the clubhouse, but Domenico didn’t let anyone notice his quick assessment and smiled.

  “No, she’s not. I’m happy you noticed.”

  One of the doors opened, and Jed walked in, followed by a grim-faced Dana. “Ripper will be here soon. Want a beer?” he asked, as if Dom hadn’t almost made him cry yesterday. For someone who called himself the Loneliest Guy in the World, he did have a lot of friends. Dom didn’t really understand why he wouldn’t simply fuck guys on the side if that was what he wanted. That’s what Dom had done, and it had worked out well for him.

  He shook his head and raised the packed lunch. “A fork perhaps?” he asked, walking up to Dana. He squeezed her arm, and making use of the sudden commotion, he asked in a low voice. “Okay?”

  She gave him a quick nod. “It’s fine, just a pit of stupid. Do I have to be here?”

  Domenico nodded. “We couldn’t be doing this without you.”

  Viking gave an appreciative sound, batting his pale eyelashes at them. “That is one touching reunion.”

  A girl showing more cleavage than Dom wanted to see approached him with a plate and fork. “Here you go, sweetie,” she said in a voice so high-pitched and childish, Domenico got the mental image of her playing with Barbie dolls and rubber ponies. It was not a good thought.

  Dom thanked her and sat in a free chair by the table. The smell of cheap tobacco and beer would cling to his hair for weeks, but he chose to ignore it and calmly unpacked the frittata.

  “And now you’re eating at our table? Who do you think you are?” asked a raspy voice from across the table.

  Domenico looked up into pale eyes hidden away behind wire-rimmed glasses. The man was big, muscled but with a potbelly stretching the front of his black T-shirt. The white beard that reached halfway down his chest had single streaks of pale brown in it, a sharp contrast to the man’s completely bald head, which shone in the light coming through the window behind him. He had a few random-looking letters and symbols tattooed around his eyes and on his neck, and from their faded state and crookedness, Dom guessed they’d been made in prison.

  “I’ve been invited to come here. Didn’t have time to eat on the way,” said Domenico, digging in.

  The other bikers were oddly silent, which made Domenico believe this guy was someone important in the hierarchy, and sure enough, there was a vice-president patch at the front of the old man’s leather vest. So that was Jed and Ryder’s father. No wonder he wasn’t Domenico’s friend.

  “Just wait until I show you how welcome you are—”

  “Ripper has invited him.” Jed sat down next to his father, blocking his way out if he wanted to make a sudden move for Dom.

  Dana on the other hand sat next to Dom and looked at his plate. “What is it? They have nothing good here.”

  Viking’s lips parted. “Nothing good? Are you fuckin’ crazy, bitch? I should make you some barbecue ribs, and then I would see you talkin’.”

  Domenico scowled and let Dana have a bite. That was the least he could do.

  Dana frowned at Viking. “Be my guest and eat them all yourself, Axe. Not to mention that all the cooking I saw here so far was deep-frying. Greaseball”—she pointed at the young prospect who was tending to whatever sizzled in the fryer—“seems to be obsessed with it, but I want to have clean arteries at sixty.”

  The other guys hissed out mocking laughs, and if Dom heard right, even the word hipster fell from someone’s mouth, but he just ignored it. He looked up at the VP. “Your sons are alive, and I am ready to settle any scores with them. They are big boys.”

  Ripper came in through the same door as Jed did before. “I hear we have guests.” He rubbed his hands together. “You wanna get the van, Wolver?”

  The VP, or Wolver as he was apparently named—why did those people call themselves the stupidest of things anyway?—slowly got to his feet. “Is Ryder still in the office? Shouldn’t he be here? It’s a family issue.”

  “I’m here,” grumbled Ryder as he slowly walked through the door, his stare hitting Dom in the face with a generous portion of contempt.

  Wolver nodded and walked off, kicking the table Dom ate at on the way. It felt like kindergarten all over again. Only the food was much, much better. Seth was a wizard of the pan to create something this smooth, this fresh and delicious, with a shaking hand, in a hut without electricity or running water.

  “Give ‘im a break,” Jed muttered at Ryder. “The guy could help.”

  “Can I come?” Dana asked Dom, but Ripper was first to answer.

  “You ask me about this shit, bitch. Understood?”

  Domenico wasn’t about to defend Dana’s honor. He did, however, need to talk to her before he left. “I think you’ll be safer here,” he said, not ready to disclose her abilities.

  She seemed a bit deflated by the answer, but had another bite of Dom’s frittata.

  “I’ve got a wire for you, come on,” Jed said and got up.

  Ripper nodded. “Everyone coming, be ready outside in ten.”

  Domenico stuffed his face with the remaining food and chomped on it as he followed Jed, pulling Dana along.

  “Don’t get too busy back there,” someone called behind them, but Domenico just ignored the lecherous comment and entered the corridor behind the door. It was short and smelled of stale air, but as they walked into a tidy-looking office with a bright carpet and some framed certificates hanging on the walls, he was slightly confused about where he was. He wasn’t about to ask though.

  Domenico raised his eyes at Jed. “I think you’ve forgotten the wire from the other room,” he said, wanting to speak to Dana on his own.

  Jed groaned and rolled his eyes. “Really?”

  “Yes. Go and find it,” said Dom. He pulled Dana’s athletic body closer, and scowled when her tit flattened against his chest.

  Dana blinked a few times, stiff even when Jed left, grumbling beneath her breath. “What is it?”

  Domenico leaned to whisper against her ear. “If something happens, use him as a hostage. They won’t touch you then.”

  She exhaled and raised her eyebrows. “I thought I was the hostage. But to be honest, I was planning just that. He seems pretty tough, but his sexuality paralyzes him completely.”

  Domenico hissed through his teeth. “What did you learn about them? Did they mention Mr. Tropico again?” he asked hurriedly, eager for any scrap of information. As much as he hated the former Don, it sickened him to know someone impersonated him using all the old contacts. There was something deeply disturbing about the whole thing.

  Dana gave him a self-satisfied smirk. “I wasn’t wasting time. I don’t know about Mr. Tropico, but Ripper must have lied about the drugs. They don’t mule them here. They deal with heavy arms. One-off short operations and transport. I batted my eyelashes at Axe long enough yesterday for him to take me to… wait for it… a tank they have stored in one of the units in the woods.”

  Domenico stepped back. “A tank? Who the fuck would buy a tank around here?”

  Dana groaned. “I don’t know. He tells me it’s legal, although I’ve seen ammo for it, and I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed. They also have a helipad here, and it looks like it has been recently repainted.”

  Dom shook his head. “They’re probably getting off on just the idea of having it.” He went silent when they heard Jed coming back, but whispered, “Find out about Tropico.”

  The way Dana nodded was like seeing a soldier take an order, and he liked her attitude. “I’ll do everything I can.”

  Jed looked at them with a grave expression as he closed the door. “Take your time. What’s the plan now? Fitting me with a bomb that goes off the moment I say something that you don’t like?”

  Domenico raised his brows. �
��That won’t be necessary.”

  Jed shook his head. “And by the way, how am I supposed to protect her pussy if she throws herself at the first guy she meets here? Axe told me she half-fucked him. What the actual fuck?”

  Domenico squinted at Dana, and she mouthed tank. Domenico nodded with a small smile. “You should work on satisfying her curiosity then.”

  Jed shook his head. “This is bullshit. Take your top off. I’ve got a different shirt for you as well, to hide the wires better.”

  Domenico groaned but pulled up his shirt. Tempted by a sudden burst of humor, he twisted his body gently, tensing the muscles of his stomach and torso, just to fuck with Jed. “I hope it fits.”

  Jed frowned. “You have to be shitting me. One fucking misstep and here I am. Should ‘ave known the boy was a trap…” His mumbling sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than anyone else in the room. He attached the wires proficiently, as if he was afraid to touch Dom for more than a second.

  Domenico snorted. “That’s what you get when you fuck boys, not men. Where’s my shirt?”

  “He offered,” Jed said his mantra and shoved an oversized shirt at Dom.

  Dana laughed loudly. “He’s too cute, Dom. Can I keep him?”

  Domenico rolled his eyes and buttoned up the new shirt. It was made of some kind of artificial fabric mix, and he already hated it and its ugly olive-green color. “He offered me, too. But I’m a responsible adult.”

  “Okay, you dick. Lesson learned. Never again,” Jed hissed and wouldn’t even look into Domenico’s eyes.

  The staring contest only lasted a few seconds before Jed dashed outside, bringing in the Barbie girl. Domenico was squeamish when he realized her purpose was to cover his face with makeup. But as emasculating as it was to have a layer of thick foundation covering his skin, he supposed it made sense to make the scar on his face less visible and this way make him look more generic. The end result made him sneer at the weirdly flat features of a man staring at him back from the mirror, but Barbie had done her job and transformed him into a very tanned mannequin.