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The wounds not seen by the naked eye were different. They festered, spreading, infecting everything. He liked it like that.
He’d quit smoking before, and he’d quit again. But tonight, just tonight, he killed himself slowly.
A man like him didn’t know peace, and likely wouldn’t know what to do with it.
“To truly break a man, there are certain lines one must cross.” Daniel dropped his hand, putting it back in his pocket. “Lucky for both of us, I crossed those lines decades ago.”
“He might not ask, but he wants your forgiveness. And he might not tell you outright, but he’ll gladly walk into your blade.”
Stavros stood in front the large mirror in the master bathroom of his apartment on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, naked. He touched the scars on his torso, tracing each one.
Not them both being in NYC 🤪🙈. But what part of Brooklyn Daniel live in? Because depending on neighborhood this could be a long distance relationship
“Nephew?” “Oh, forgive me.” He yanked the hood off Toro’s head, and the youngest Nieto blinked rapidly before glaring up at him. “Toro, meet Levi, your uncle. Levi, this is Toro, Antonio Nieto’s bastard son.” He left the room while the men gaped at each other.
“I want you to fuck me,” he snarled at Daniel, pushing back until the head of his shaft was firmly against his hole. “Then I want you gone.” He raked his fingers over Daniel’s belly, and sound gurgled in the other man’s throat as his belly contracted. “Get inside me so I can get you out of my system.”
“Now you can say you didn’t have a choice.” He made himself lift off Daniel. That loss. Fuck. He stifled a moan. “You can stay loyal to her,” he whispered. “While you continue to blame me for what you’re wanting. What you’re needing.” Forehead pressed to Daniel’s, Stavros told him, “Put it all on me—” His voice cracked. “I’ll take the blame for the both of us.” It was the least he could do. The only thing he could do.
“I could chase you, hunt you down, but I don’t do that ‘for sport’ shit.” He touched Daniel’s chin. “I’m not the catch and release type.”

