Page 110 of The Silencer
“Are you fucking serious?” Viktor asks as soon as I slide inside. “You didn’t tell me he was coming.”
Insecurity hits me. He obviously doesn’t want me here with them. I’m offending him by my mere presence. Luca notices my frown.
“It’s not you, don’t take it personal. He just doesn’t want to get into trouble. He’s a brown noser, right up Anthony’s ass all the time.”
“No. I’m just a good fucking friend. I’m not taking Anthony’s boy around town when it’s fucking dangerous.”
“It’s not dangerous where we’re going…”
“If you do this, he’s gonna have your balls,” Viktor barks, and Luca just grins wickedly.
“You’re always so uptight, and listen, you owe me. So fucking drive, you prick.”
When we slide inside, he rolls his window down a bit and lights up a cigarette, blowing the smoke out as Viktor grumbles but pulls away from the hidden exit. I can’t even make the door out when I look, the entrance is completely camouflaged in the trees.
As we drive away into the night, my gut tightens. I should have told Anthony. If he comes looking for me and can’t find me, he’s going to be worried. But at least I’m with Luca.
I’ll be fine. One-hundred-percent fine.
“So, why does Viktor owe you?” I ask softly, and Luca grins down at me.
“I may have a little dirt on him. He has filthy little secrets.”
Viktor’s cheeks darken and his eyes flash to Luca in the rearview mirror.
“Fuck off, Luca.”
“What kind of secrets?” I ask, far too intrigued and way too nosy. You can’t say things like filthy little secrets and not divulge. It’s like showing me an entrance to a secret passageway and telling me not to go inside.
Luca winks at me. “I’ll tell you when he’s not listening.”
Viktor’s hands flex on the steering wheel. “You won’t say a fucking word.”
Luca inhales his cigarette and then shrugs, nonchalant. Apparently, these two don’t get along, the tension in the cab of the car creeping up to near visible proportions.
I don’t know much about Luca other than he’s been Anthony’s right-hand man for years and the two of them are loyal to one another. Loyal to a fault, it seems. And I know that Luca adores Diablo and Angel, has been there for their entire lives. And he apparently had a thing with Anthony’s late wife. But whatever’s happening between Viktor and Luca is something else entirely. I don’t even know if Anthony knows how deep this feud may run.
“It’s none of your business, Tatum,” Viktor grinds out, and Luca stabs his cigarette out after one last puff.
“It may be. He is Anthony’s, after all.”
Suddenly, the car lurches to the right and Viktor slams the car into park. The hazards are flipped on and he jumps out. Luca’s car door opens and Viktor wrenches Luca out by the lapels of his coat.
Luca just chuckles as Viktor pushes him up against the side of the car, closing the door with his hand. It slams shut and I jump slightly, turning in my seat to watch as Viktor gets in Luca’s face, spitting out muffled words that I can’t hear.
And then Luca does something I’m not expecting. He grins, his hands moving into Viktor’s hair, making Viktor sputter and blush. He’s obviously confused, caught off guard by the touch, and when Luca has him right where he wants him, the cards are flipped.
Viktor is slammed into the side of the car, Luca pressing up against his chest, his mouth near his ear, whispering something.
God damn, the tension is high.
My dick appreciates the show, and I reach down to adjust myself. This is like a well-done porn flick. But in real life.
They tussle for a few minutes and then Viktor is pressed face first against the glass, Luca pushed up against his back, his lips still moving, making Viktor’s mouth open in a pant. He’s not replying, just being held docile.
And I swear, I see Luca’s hips thrust forward a few times.
Christ on a cracker, what is going on?