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444 pages, Paperback
First published September 10, 2014




“Meeting you was worth losing a finger, Domenico Acerbi.”
~ SETH


“I’ve never been with a man like you.”
“You’ll never want to have another one.”





"How many languages do you speak?" Seth cocked his head to the side. Focus wasn't his strong side, so much was certain.
"Six." Domenico grinned at him. "Plus accents and variations."
His fingers were slimmer than Seth's, yet their strength was unmistakable. It made Seth think of an article he read about people only using a small percentage of their brain. Seth was probably using a small percentage of his body potential, whereas Dom, muscular but not was big, was filled with skill and the capacity to use it.
"Finally some sleep." Seth stretched and opened his jacket when a few rays of sunshine peaked out form behind the clouds.
Domenico wanted to know his head into the wall of the nearest building. "Better work on your skills with a gun. Take the black one form my suitcase and train disassembling and reassembling. Clean it, all the supplies are in the wardrobe. I will test you once I'm back."
"But... how?" Seth gave him an unintelligible look and yawned.
"Just... you do know how to do it, right?" Domenico was at loss. What the hell was wrong with this Villani? Did he live in a cave?
"I can use it, but not put it together." Seth scratched his chin as they walked into their building through a gate made of a thin sheet of metal. "I suppose I could try and take it apart. Do I need a screwdriver?"








“If I were in your place, I’d make staying alive my number one ambition. And now, that’s on me.”
“You’ve never had a proper man show you the ropes. We have to work on that.”
“And what would be the fun in just shoving it in? Domenico slowly leaned over Seth, his cock aligning with the crack of Seth’s ass. He shivered at the contact.”
“I will take a bullet for you if necessary, but you fucking get up and ask God to protect the both of us.”





He seemed as shy as a stallion ready to be mounted for the first time. Yearning for that saddle, but not ready to accept it.




⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Hell to the no; DNF*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Seth rubbed his nose against Dom’s shoe in a silent plea. The leather was so soft. So unlike Dom’s heart.
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