Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online

what to do with power,
even when it was handed to him on a silver platter.
    “I have no idea, I don’t
drink like a pig,” he grumbled as they finally reached the second floor. Seth’s
room was at the very end of the corridor.
    “’Cause you don’t have
to deal with the shit I have to. I have ambitions, you know.” Seth pushed away
and swayed, but didn’t fall over.
    Domenico counted to ten
in his mind. If there was anyone in this house who had lots of shit to
deal with, it was him. “If I were in your place, I’d make staying alive my
number one ambition. And now, that’s on me.”
    The fucker actually
laughed, as he held on to the wall by the door. “Sucks to be you then.”
    Domenico’s mind produced
a vision of those perfect, strong teeth breaking on the marble windowsill, but
all Domenico could do under the Don’s scrutiny was to dig his fingers into
Seth’s arm and push him forward. “Stop being a baby.”
    Seth pushed on the
handle of his door and stumbled inside with a pained groan. “There. Done. You
can go.” He stood inside on swaying legs and started taking off his shirt so
violently that a few buttons snapped off.
    “Not until you swallow
your pills.” Domenico entered the dark room and went straight for the desk
where he knew the maid would have left something to drink. In the dim light, he
opened the glass bottle and poured some water for Seth.
    The man looked up at
him. His half-lidded and unfocused gaze only reminded Domenico why he didn’t
allow himself to drink too much alcohol.
    “Ha. I know where this
is going.” Seth threw his shirt onto the armchair and pointed his finger at
Dom.
    Domenico stared at him
with the glass in one hand and pills in the other, but couldn’t help his gaze
from discreetly straying to the meaty pecs on Seth’s chest.
    Seth snorted. “You wanna
drug me. You want to embarrass me at my mother’s funeral. That is beyond low.”
He sat on the bed and pushed off his shoes.
    “If anything happens at
your mother’s funeral, it’s your own damn fault.” Domenico dropped the pills
into the water and as soon as he heard the fizzing sound, he walked toward
Seth’s huge bed. The whole room was almost as big as Domenico’s apartment back
in town.
    In contradiction to his
earlier accusation, Seth held out his hand for the glass. Domenico gave it to
him, discreetly casting down his gaze, all the way to the breathtaking, hairy
stomach. If this weren’t Seth Villani, he would be all over him. In every sense
of the word.
    He crooked his head,
watching the powerful muscles of Seth’s chest work. Slap on one of those
ridiculous wrestling outfits, and the guy would look the part. Although
Domenico would definitely lobby for reinstating the historical wrestling
attire. Naked skin and olive oil. They still did that in Turkey.
    “Thank you, Uncle
Domenico,” Seth said and passed him back the glass. “How did you get so
obedient anyway?” He scanned Dom’s face with a drunken squint.
    “I’m obedient to my Don.
And now sleep,” muttered Domenico, watching the delicious skin in the sparse
light from the corridor. It would be just so easy to push him on the mattress
now. Too risky though.
    Seth didn’t answer and
crawled into bed, showing Dom his wide back.
    “Right, now sleep like a
baby and be fucking well tomorrow,” growled Domenico, hurrying for the door. He
didn’t have the time to stare at a cake he couldn’t eat.
    Seth didn’t honor him
with a reply, but in his state it was hardly an insult. Domenico hadn’t seen
someone this drunk in a while. He left the room, but when he closed the door,
he realized there was someone standing behind it.
    His eyes darted to the
floor first and he was relieved the shoes weren’t Frederico’s. Slowly, he
looked up into the stern, badly aged face of Luigi Tassa. It was this man who
had set him on the path Domenico was now on. It was thanks to him that he
became so successful at his work.
    “If you’re done