Chapter 4 Nathan

I fluttered my eyes open and was immediately hit with a sharp pain in my ass. I rolled over on my back which didn’t help the pain. I looked around in hopes to find put where the fuck I was. Then I remembered. I was in that crazy person's house, the one who drove over one hundred through a neighborhood. I sat up and winced as the pain got sharper and then faded. I gotta get out of here.

I slipped out of bed and scrambled to put my clothes back on. I shuffled my hair in an attempt to fix it. I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. That was a very aggressive fuck. Not that I wasn’t into it, It just caught me off guard.

I slipped out of the room as quietly as possible, trying to stay up right on my weak legs. I walk down the hallway cautiously as I become hyper aware of my surroundings. I pass the living room and catch a slight glimpse of Oliver sleeping on the couch with one of his arms tucked behind his head as he slept. I let out a sigh of relief and I made my way to the door a slowly walk out, quietly closing it behind me as softly and gently as I could to make sure I didn’t wake him up. I made my way down the driveway and walked down the street to a nearby bus stop. I need to go home and make sure this motherfucker wasn’t laying a finger on my mother. Fuck. I did not want to go home after that. I don't wanna go to my own home at all while they’re staying there.

I wait for the bus to arrive as I twirl my hair out of my face. I was in the clothes I wore last night and I’m surprised I actually woke up this early. For the past month or two I have been waking up later in the day. The current time was nine o'clock. No wonder why I was so tired. While I was caught up in my own thoughts, the bus came to a stop and opened the doors. I shook my head and stepped up into the bus. It was full of homeless people and elders. I covered my nose and mouth with my hand as I took an empty seat near the window. Home time.

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I ENTER MY APARTMENT and immediately looked around the room for my mom. She wasn’t in sight. All I could see was Malcolm passed out on the couch with a beer barely in his hands. I walked over and took the glass bottle from his weak grasp and poured the rest of the cold beer out on his head. It was the nicest thing I’ve done to this fucked up prick.

“Ah- what the hell Nate!” He yells as he shoots up to his feet and stumbles back into the recliner in a drunken haze.

“You call me Nathan.” I claim as my mom runs into the room, hearing all the commotion. She wipes her hands on an apron before she runs up with a washcloth in hand, to wipe up all of the beer that was spilled on My step dad’s head. “ I told you to get him out of my apartment.” I look at her starting to tear up.

“Please, I was gonna but he said he was gonna be better.” She begs as the rag is snatched away from her by my clearly angry step-dad.

“Mom. You can tell your abusive ass hell husband that if the shoe fits, he should fucking wear it! He isn’t gonna change.” I say as I pinch the bridge of my nose in irritation.

“Please baby, he swears.”

At this moment in time, I was at my wits end. I was fucking tired of her taking his side even if she was bleeding from head to toe with three broken bones and black eye, she would always beg me not to hurt him. Even though I was all as hell tempted to, I obeyed my mom’s wishes. I didn’t want her to be upset but then again she could learn how to suck it the fuck up.

“Yeah, Listen to your mother you fag.” He says as he slips a cigar into his mouth.

“Remember when my mother vouched for you not even three seconds ago? You can start by stopping being a homophobic bastard.” I say as I snatch the lighter out of his hands and through it the garbage as I head to my room.

I stare at my ceiling for ten minutes, unable to get over last night's misconduct. The way his hands felt as he gripped my hair and the way it felt as he rammed into me was unlike anything I've felt in a while. I replayed the scene of his demanding and hungry brown eyes staring daggers at me as I sucked him off. It sent shivers down my spine just thinking about it. It made my balls tingle and I felt my dick start to stiffen. I close my eyes and reach down and grab my hardening dick through my jeans. I massage myself through the cloth but it’s not enough. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down my waist. I continued to touch myself as I discarded my jeans to the floor and pulled my cock out of my boxers. I grasped my length and started tugging on it. I drag my hand up and graze the tip before and move my hand back down to the base of my cock. I let out quiet moans as I continued to move up and down my length. My eyes tightened and I stroked my cock to the memory of last night. I bit my lip and a coppery tang spread throughout my mouth. I tip my head back into the mattress and arch my back into the air as I fuck my own hand.

“Oliver” I quietly moaned and I thrust faster and faster into my hand. My back arches off the bed more as I hit the point of pleasure. “Fuck.” I breathe as cum shoots out of my dick and onto my shirt. A bead of sweat rolls down my face and I let out heavy breaths. I almost fell asleep before I heard an alarm go off. I look beside me at my phone. Son of a bitch. I throw myself up off the bed and head for my dresser. I throw off the rest of my clothes and take a new t-shirt and jeans and throw them on–Replacing the other ones. I was supposed to meet with this guy about something to do with money and financial issues. He promised that if everything went right, I would be able to get money without even working. Usually I don’t trust people who promise shit like that, but this one seemed fine. The bitter-sweet taste in my mouth when he spoke was confusing but he had to have been telling the truth about something, right?

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I OBSERVE THE HUGE building and look at my phone. I was not dressed properly enough to be at a place like this. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked in through the revolving doors. I looked at all the interior. It looked straight out of a movie. I checked my phone to see any texts I missed when a woman with her slicked back in a tight bun and a clipboard in hand.

“Excuse me sir. Do you have an appointment?” She asks as if she is talking to a small child and looks me up and down.

“Yeah, Under the name kerosene.” I reply as I roll my eyes and stuff my phone into my back pocket.

Her eyes widen and fear is in big bold letters across her forehead.

“Mr. Schmidt will see you now, right this way sir.” She says as she turns her back to me and leads me to a room down a dimly lit hallway.

I look at the brick walls and the very small young lady in front of me. I didn’t have any reason to be here. I wasn’t some rich bastard, coming from some rich family. I ran my hand through my hair and let out a breath. I could’ve dressed nicer but I didn’t have the care to do so. After walking for what felt like forever, we turned a corner and a door was just a foot away.

“Right through there.” She said before she walked away and disappeared down the hall.

I closed my eyes and shoved my hands into my pocket before I lifted my hand and knocked on the door. I hear a stern, raspy voice respond. “Come in.”

I slowly open the door and the room is much more enticing than the hallway that leads to it. I catch a glance at the men in black suits that scale the walls of the room. I look directly in front of me and see the man that called me about this important matter.

“Mr. Conti. Please, have a seat” He gestured to one of the blue silk chairs that was angled to face his desk.

I sat down and slumped in the chair. All of the off-brand men in black stared at me like I was crazy. I gave them all a dirty look before I heard the man clear his throat.

“Listen, I have been in a bit of debt to a certain family. The Altimari’s.” He said.

“Altimari’s? Who are they?” I ask, sitting up in the chair, genuinely confused.

“They are a very dangerous family, whatever you do, don't get involved with them.” He said, with a dark stare.

I looked at him with disbelief then his reason for calling me to his office dawned on me.

“Wait. I’m broke. Why are you calling me about debt?” I asked, putting my left leg over my right, leaning against the chair arm.

“You are gonna steal from them so when I pay them, they think it was my hard earned money. Get it?” He stands up and crosses his arms and he leans against the wall behind his desk.

“I mean, sure, I get it. But why me? Didn’t you say I should stay away from them?” I say, tossing my hands up.

“And you will stay away from two of them. However, I want you to get close to Oliver.”

Oliver.

It couldn’t be the same Oliver that I hooked up with literally the night prior to this bullshit meeting. What are the odds that it could be that hot, bronzed, sex god. No way.

“Oliver, huh? So how do you expect me to meet Oliver Altamri?”

“There is an event at a building they own. It is a multi-purpose establishment, it gets them fuck load of money. I want you to go there tonight and use your twink-like figure to charm Oliver Altamri. Understood?”

I stare at him for what feels like forever, contemplating whether this is a good idea to go try and do a repeat with a random mafia man I had already hooked up with.

“Fine. I’ll do it, but I get half out of every pay.” He nodded and that was it.

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