Page 16 of Primal Bonds 1
He swiftly removed his hand from Shiro and then gently eased his body away from the boy and out of bed, so as not to wake the boy. Stark naked, he walked into the en suite and took a shower. It was fifteen minutes later when he was done, dressed in a powerful suit—sleek white shirt, waistcoat, and tie with a pair of dark pants that fitted his long, muscular legs perfectly. His dark-brown hair combed back, he looked gorgeous and powerful—a perfect mafia boss image.
Adam knew he brought admiration from his good looks, and fear from the way he dressed. Ever since Calum had adopted him and Nolan and had his eyes on Adam as his successor, the man had groomed him into The Beautiful Monster, a nickname due him after years of doing the old man’s dirty works, and dressing as the perfect mafia boss had been hammered into him since he had been fifteen, a kid with a lot of ambition and bloodlust.
Mafia boss, eh?
He had wondered, many times now for the past few years, why he had ever wanted to inherit and lead the clan. He wondered why he had wanted to prove to Calum that the man had indeed made the right choice, picking him over other candidates—men who had served Calum loyally for decades—as the successor of the Sullivan. Headmitted he had been hungry for a place to belong to and a position to hold on to—a fucking luxurious and powerful one where he could feel secure and in control of his own life. But the past few years had been different.
For the past few years, he wanted something different, and running a successful mafia clan and making billions in dirty money annually for the clan just didn’t seem so important anymore.
Now, a part of him wanted something normal.
Normal…?
He shifted his gaze to Shiro still asleep in bed across the room.
That—picking up a foxkin youth and bringing him home was far from normal. Not to mention that fluffy, warm sensation about his chest that kept making itself known every time the boy smiled at him or the fact that he could never stop gazing at the boy or that he felt his dick responding at the mere sight of the boy.
Since he had come of age, he had always thought he liked women. In fact, he enjoyed having sex with them. Even during the phase when he had worked his ass off for Calum, hustling, dealing, street fighting, and killing while all the time keeping one step ahead of the cops, he had dreamed of a day when he’d find a nice girl to settle down with, a girl who didn’t mind his dark, dangerous world and even darker and more dangerous dealings. She didn’t have to be pretty, just as long as he loved her and she him in return, then by all means, he would be happy. But the mere sight of Shiro?
Yeah, he admitted the boy did a fuckup to the heart on first sight. For sure, he wasn’t the type to pay anyattention to what was going on in the backstreets; he hadn’t done so since the age of twenty-five when he had become Calum’s right-hand man ten years ago and eventually took over for Calum and led the clan at the age of thirty when Calum had died from lung cancer. Small fights between streets gangs didn’t interest him. More so, a bunch of street thugs picking a beastkin youth to beat for pastime did not interest him.
But that now had changed. Street thugs picking a beastkin youth to beat for pastime did indeed interest him.
He headed over to the bed across the room, his eyes still on Shiro. Fuck, but he just couldn’t help himself. The boy was just so beautiful.
Standing at the side of the bed, he leaned forward, his hand reaching out and intending to touch the boy’s hair. Suddenly, Shiro opened his eyes; the pair of azure-blue staring back at him whisked Adam away to a place of wonderful paradise, of bright blue sky, of the summer heat, and cool water in the lake.
Harwood Lodge.He and Nolan hadn’t been there for a while, their childhood home, their only happy place before hell decided to take over the reins.
Dismissing the thoughts of his past from his mind, Adam went ahead and ruffled the boy’s hair.
Soft. So fucking soft.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted. “Rise and shine.”
“Adam,” Shiro said softly, looking damn confused as if he didn’t quite know where he was.
Removing his hand from the boy’s head, he said, “What do you want for breakfast?”
Shiro widened his eyes then, as if surprised this time. “Am I allowed to have breakfast?”
“What type of question is that?” Adam asked. “No one would leave their houseguest to starve. What do you like?”
Shiro, his cheeks flushing profusely, said, “Anything is good, thanks.”
“Anything is good,” Adam repeated. “Got it.” He turned on his heel and headed to the door. Over his shoulder, he said, “Why don’t you wash up and get dressed. Get one of my shirts in the walk-in closet, and there are spare toothbrushes in the en suite.”
As he shut the door behind him, he heard a tentative, “Thanks, Adam,” behind him.
Humming, he went into the open-plan living area and then kitchen and started brewing some coffee. Twenty minutes later, as he was setting some scrambled eggs, French toast, and bacon onto two plates, Shiro came into the room.
Adam had to do a double take the moment he saw the boy.
What the fuck? Yes, he had told Shiro to wear one of his shirts, which the boy did, all right, but…
But that was fucking it. The boy wasn’t wearing anything else apart from that white work shirt, which was too big on him. The hem came to rest just about his slender thigh and the buttons were only done halfway, clearly showcasing Shiro’s fair skin with spots of dark bruises and small strips of Band-Aids here and there underneath. Fuck, the boy was a sight to behold for sure.One that would incite a certain reaction from men, which it did him.
He cleared his throat and asked, “What about pants?”