Chapter 406 Not After This
Alonso's head felt like cotton and his mouth felt dryer than sandpaper. For once, he wished he hadn't woken up again. Sadly for him, lady luck was not on his side.
The right-hand man rasped out a low groan as he rolled on his side to avoid the light.
Concussion, check. Busted lip and black eye? Absolutely. His muscles were only fire as well. Millions of tiny demonic flas poking stabbing with every move he made.
He probably should have been glad nothing was broken. At least not that he could feel yet...
Instead, 'fuck him' were the first words Alonoso mouthed the mont he had the energy to get his mouth working.
No way in fucking hell would he easily forgive Jovani after all of this. This was not what he signed up for.
Alonso couldn't bear the sunlight. Pressing his hands against his eyes was the best could to avoid it though. His battered body didn't have the strength to do much beyond rolling from side to side. A useless waste of energy considering how the sunlight shone in at just the right angle so it shone right atop him.
"Would now be a bad ti to ask if I could just die?" Alonso didn't anticipate a humorless laugh to t his words. A string of curses rolled off his lips as his body coiled in response to the unexpected noise.
Fuck! Sothing had definitely been fractured if not broken in his body. Where exactly was impossible to tell as his whole body was consud by white hot pain.
As the pain dulled to a blissful nothingness and his brain shutdown, for a brief blissful second he wondered if his plight had been answered.
"You know, I did give you a chance just a few days to go to die. An opportunity you repaid by breaking my nose." Shit! The mont that grating tone drifted into his ears, Alonso found him consciousness crashing back down to earth. The last place he wanted.
"Damn though mate. I didn't know the mafia could be so fucked up." The voice moved closer as did the abysmal owner it belonged.
"As rcs, we had far more honor than what I saw today. We never touched each other. Not even for a bucket cash and top shelf whisky. Your new boss though is a different kind of demon." Alonso screwed his eyes shut. Now was not a ti in which he wanted to deal with the other.
"Cain, I would prefer if you pissed off right now." Alonso winced at how dry and cracked his own voice sounded to his ears. He really could have used so water but he wasn't about to ask the rcenary about.
"Are you sure about that? You'd rather be left alone here to die than let help you?" With his eyes being closed, Alonso couldn't see how close the rcenary was to him.
The right hand man let out an involuntary low groan as cold fingers made contact with burning skin.
Had Cain's hands always felt so refreshing and soft?
Alonso couldn't stop himself from leaning into the cold caress that brought an unexplainable relief.
"That's right." Cain murmured in a low, encouraging croon. The rcenary kept every action soft and careful as he moved across the plains of the other's face.
One wrong move or too much and Alonso would retreat again.
"I rember a ti when my hands made you do more than just this." Cain couldn't stop the words coming followed by a low husky chuckle. He could feel Alonso stiffen under his touch but didn't stop.
"Things were very different back then I recall. I think I prefer them to how things are now." The rcenary carried on softly despite feeling Alonso slowly retreating.
"You know things are never going to be able to go back to the way they were." Alonso's words were unexpected and caused Cain to pause for a brief mont. If the right hand man had his eyes open, he'd probably would've lost himself in the dazzling smile the rcenary fixed him with.
"We could try again. There have been plenty of people over ti who made it work." The rcenary had a thousand more things he wanted to say. Except, now was not the ti he would get the chance.
An unexpected rough knock on the door broke the mont. Cain let out a low, deep sigh. He'd forgotten about locking the door after he wanted.
"We need to talk." If Cain didn't recognize the voice to belong to Jovani, he'd have not bothered moving.
Knowing the Vedova Nera boss was on the other side of the door presented a different type of opportunity to him. One after seeing Alonso's state, he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to confront the mafioso.
Alonso wanted to tell the other not to bother but the words stuck like glue in his throat. The right hand man didn't push his luck. If he started coughing now, he'd definitely enter a different kind of hell.
Neither man on the other side of the door had expected Cain to be on the other side.
The tall, rough rcenary blocked the doorway like a determined body guard.
"And what exactly do you think you're doing here?" The rcenary directed the question at Jovani who he couldn't help noticing didn't look much better than Alonso.
"We ca to see how Alonso is." The uncertain expression on Jovani's face told him, this was not a situation he anticipated.
"Sams is more than welco to co in. You however, I don't think you deserve to be anywhere near him after what happened. If Alonso could speak for himself, I'm sure he'd not want to see you either."
The rcenary gave Jovani a very serious take it or leave it look as waited to see what the other's move would be.
If Jovani knew what was good for him, he'd tap into his two ounces of common sense and leave.
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