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Don’t do this. But it was too late. Already too late. Daniel fucked him in silence. Slowly. Making sure Stavros’ destruction was complete.
Pain.
How could he have fallen in love with Daniel Nieto? How could he let that happen? He picked up something, a soap dish, and threw it across the bathroom.
It’s so interesting watching men who’ve been emotionally stunted by bad parenting/the patriarchy experience love … and by “interesting” I mean more than a little terrifying 💀
“You and those lies you tell yourself. Take them with you.”
Real
“Feelings aren’t something you run from,” Christophe answered softly. “You bring them with you wherever you go.”
You know what’s crazy? That’s actually common sense…
“I’d hoped you’d be reasonable.” He got to his feet, the near empty bottle of liquor in his grip. As Felipe gazed up at him with narrowed eyes, Stavros smashed the bottle against the table. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Stavros struck. Stabbing him in the throat with the jagged glass. Blood spurted.
Oh. My. God.
“You fucked up by walking away from me,” Stavros told him. The deceivingly soft words arched between the two of them, cutting out Toro who stood like a quiet sentry at the bottom of the stairs,
I know Toro confuseddd boy
“Who’s the dying dude with the judgmental eyes?”
The fact yall are about to 👉🏾👌🏾 in front of a man bleeding out is sending me just a tad
Daniel pulled his own piece from his waistband and held it up. He didn’t look away from that man, his lover, when Stavros pulled the trigger.
…. I think I get it now
“You want to get up?” Mouth curved, Stavros said, “I’m sure your nephew will be here in a second to make sure I didn’t shoot you.” “No.” Of course, Toro chose that moment to come racing in. “Tío!” He skidded to a halt at the bottom of the stairs. “Fuck. Really?”
No, cause thinking your uncle was murdered by one of his biggest enemies only to run in and find him on his knees in front of said enemy having obviously finished… ya know… must be…. Jarring, to say the least 😭
“You think he wants to hurt me?” Toro shrugged. “I used to think he’d done the worst anyone could possibly do to you,” he said in a low tone. “But I see the way you look at him.” “And?” “He can do much worse.”
He’d almost martyred them.
What a way to word that
“I’ve never been tethered,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I’m forty-two years old, and I’ve never had someone feel for me what I feel for them. I’ve never been someone’s anchor, never had someone be that for me.” He spun then, found Daniel a touch away and nearly reached for him. Nearly. “I have never been given a chance, because no one chose me.”
Damn, that’s sad
“Someone chose you. Someone kept you tethered. Someone promised you forever.” His voice devolved into the barest of breaths. Grief. Regret. Disgust at himself. They all sat on his shoulders, bowing them as he whispered, “I made her into a liar.”
😔
“Así que toma lo que es tuyo, diablo.”
AHHH!
“No pares.”
“Cógeme, diablo.”
“Have you forgiven me?” “For what?” Stavros gaped at him. “I kidnapped you. I tortured you.” Stavros waved that away. “That shit was fucking foreplay to me. You know that.”
🤣😭💀
He closed his eyes, trapping his own wet sorrow as he started to sing.
Oh I know that singing was ROUGH
Stavros grinned as his fingers settled on Daniel’s belt. The car door to his left opened and hands grabbed Stavros by the hair, yanking him off Daniel and out of the vehicle. He fell to the ground on his knees. “Ain’t this some shit.”
🤣🤣🤣
“When I return you will finish what you started in that backseat.” Stavros licked his lips. “Then you’ll take us to that beach house of yours, and do it all over again.” God. Damn. “I love you,” he said. Because that was really the only response a moment like that required. “Lo sé.” Daniel nodded once. “I love you, too.” He continued the short trek to his brother’s front door. And Stavros waited for him.
I kinda love that that’s how they said “I love you” to each other for the first time 😭
“You can do so much better.” “Maybe. Maybe not.” Daniel shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I only want to do you.” Stavros barked a laugh. “Goddamn. Loving you is—” He shook his head. “Loving you is the shit.”
The fact you are both well into your 40s (Daniel 49) talking like this… dare I say, yuck?
fuck anyone who doesn’t get us.”
Daniel stayed right there, letting Stavros pound his mouth. Until his lover pulled out. Saliva dripped down Daniel’s chin as he watched Stavros sit at the edge of the bed and stroke himself. “Crawl to it.”
HELLO?!?!
the sound of glass shattering downstairs made both of them freeze. Stavros was the one to launch himself upright and off the bed first, pulling on his shorts with one hand as he grabbed the guns atop the dresser. Daniel followed him, hurriedly stepping into his pants and catching the weapon Stavros tossed at him.
I’m sorry, but having to deal with a threat while cum is dripping out of your ass seems so grim 💀
“What is this? What is happening?” “Dunno, I—” Stavros’ eyes went wide and his left arm lifted as fire exploded in Daniel’s back. He pitched forward. Stavros rolled, yelling, bullets firing,
I actually cannot emotionally handle one of them dying. So I need that to NOT be what’s happening. Thx
“Hush.” Hands on his face, Stavros pressed their foreheads together.
Put pressure on his wounds dammit!
Twice. Daniel Nieto died twice. Both times in Stavros’ arms. Dried blood on his hands, under his fingernails.
No, cause I need you to understand that I WILL stop reading rn. Like I will close this book the minute I get confirmation he’s really dead.
He used his hands and his own breath to bring Daniel back the first time. The one and only time he’d used his hands for that purpose.
he coded in the ambulance. Five minutes they worked on him, with Stavros right there threatening every fucking body.
Damn, them people just trying to do they jobs 😭
“She can’t have you. I need you—” His voice broke. “I need you more.”
There’s something almost humorous about that. Not you saying he can’t die and go back to his dead wife 😭💀
Petra Nieto had been his last personal kill.
That’s literally I lie. You killed Felipe what, less than a month ago? You also killed him very “personally” as you stabbed him in the neck with a broken piece of glass from the scotch bottle you were both sharing…
Fuck, he needed a cigarette in the worst way.
I actually have no idea what that means but I’m sure there’s a retro nicotine addict out there who could tell me 💀
know he can’t sing for shit, but I watched him sing to your mother as she died in his arms.
I KNEW he couldn’t sing 😭
“You feel like testing me? I’m not going to kill you, not now.” He dropped his hand and slid back into his seat. “You’re going to suffer first. Because I can get at you anytime. And I’ve got people everywhere. Anytime. You never know who you’ll bump into in the cafeteria. You never know who’ll be watching in that shower.” Rage flashed in Antonio’s eyes. “You’ll spend the rest of your time watching your back.
He said, “I might not be able to kill you but I will TERRORIZE you. I will make you wish I would just kill you”
“You don’t get to leave.” The words shook, pain and anger most potent as they tumbled past Stavros’ lips. He stalked Daniel in the narrow bed. “You don’t get to fucking make me love you then leave me behind.”
“I’m sorry about Antonio.” Daniel frowned. “Why? It is nothing to do with you.” “Maybe not, but he is still my father and he hurt you.” Toro looked away, staring down at a couple walking their dogs on the beach below. “You won’t get an apology from him. So I'm giving you mine.”
Aw, I love Toro 🥺❤️ …. What’s that man’s real name btw?
“I loved you when you were my niece, Miranda. And I love you now, as my nephew. My affection for you will never change.”
Love that, but is Miranda a dead name? Cause that low key made me cringe
“We could be in a room filled with people, you’d still have me to yourself.”
❤️❤️❤️
