Chapter 135 Chapter 33 of the spin-off

Chapter 135 Chapter 33 of the spin-off
Bastião Lennox

I am already standing and properly dressed.

Today duty calls us: we have a meeting about routine matters, weapons logistics, and goods exchanges—those simple things that keep the gears of the Valentini Mafia turning.

I watch my handsome man in front of the closet with that concentrated expression, trying to pick out some clothes that fit his body. I wanted so badly to see him wearing my clothes, but I know it's impossible; the difference in physical build between us is unforgiving.

I approach slowly and wrap my arms around him from behind, feeling the warmth of his skin and the cologne that has already become my favorite drug. I kiss his neck, breathing in his scent deeply.

"I wanted so badly to see you wearing something of mine, but I know nothing will fit you, so..."

I guide him to a specific section of the wardrobe that I kept locked for a long time. I open the doors, and I see his eyes widen in shock. There, rows of suits, silk shirts, and impeccably tailored pants await him.

"There are clothes my size here..." He looks at me, completely lost. "How?"

I kiss his lips softly before answering.

"You know I'm crazy about you, Axel. Obsessed. I bought several clothes in your size over the years, just to be able to imagine that we had something real. It was the way I found to endure being near you every day without being able to touch you the way I wanted."

He leans in and kisses me with an intensity that makes me vibrate. I grip his hair, returning the gesture with hunger, licking his lips and sucking his tongue until I hear him sigh against my mouth. He breaks the kiss, his eyes shining.

"Now you don't have to worry about that anymore. Because now we have each other for real. I love you, Bastião. I fucking love you."

I flash a smile. I rarely show to the world and kiss his forehead, his eyes, his nose, and his cheeks, ending with a long peck.

"I love you too, my Axel. I would kill and die for you."

"Well, that makes two of us then," he laughs softly. "Because I would also die and kill for you."

He kisses my neck and gives me an unexpected bite that makes me let out a low moan.

"And don't even think about letting yourself die now, not when I finally have you as mine. That's an order, Bastião: don't die."

"Yes, sir," I reply, feeling an absurd pleasure in teasing him.

He rolls his eyes with a smile and starts getting dressed. I stand still, just watching that beautiful ass as he slides into the new clothes.

Fuck, I still can't believe we finally slept together. Just remembering how that sweet hole squeezed me so good, how he came down on my dick with so much eagerness... Goddammit, I feel all my blood rushing down to the same spot just remembering it.

And that's not all. The taste I felt when I ate Axel's ass is still ingrained in my memory. It was a wonderful taste, something that felt like a forbidden drink, sweet and dangerous at the same time.

I would spend hours down there, devouring that entrance, feeling the texture of his skin and the way he trembled at every touch of my tongue. Fuck, I want to do it again. I want to feel him surrendering, losing his mind while I explore him like that.

Yesterday's blowjob too... Dammit, it was magnificent. This man is going to make me even crazier than I already am. He is my undoing and my triumph, all in one body.

A chill runs through me when I remember that he almost found my sanctuary yesterday. I froze. I don't know how he would react if he saw what I keep in that room, so for now, I'm going to keep that door locked.

I know that with the excitement of the morning, he probably doesn't even remember that door at the end of the hallway.

I'm way too happy that he's living with me. I want to wake up every day to this view, see him waking up beside me, and have breakfast and showers together. My heart feels too small for so much happiness.

"I'm ready."

His voice pulls me from my thoughts. He is wearing a dark suit that makes him look fucking hot. I have a primitive urge to kneel and worship him like a god, and to me, he is exactly that.

"You look handsome, sweetheart. The clothes fit perfectly."

"Yeah, they fit just right," he nods, adjusting his shirt cuffs. "Anyway, shall we? I want to finish this meeting as quickly as possible and get back to our house to sleep together."

He winks at me, and I let out a loud laugh, feeling like the luckiest man in France.

"Yes, sir. Let's go."

He laughs, amused.

"You're a funny one."

I just give a smile, and we head out of the bedroom. We walk down the stairs calmly and step out of my house, feeling the fresh morning air.

We get into the car, and just like he's done since Japan, he carefully helps me with my seatbelt. He kisses me, a quick touch that makes me smile, and starts the engine, driving toward his house, where meetings always take place because of the massive office he keeps there.

The drive is peaceful. Whenever the traffic light stops, he leans over, kisses me, or holds my hand. I admit: I'm loving these touches, this constant care. Fuck, I want more of this. I'm addicted to this sweet behavior of his.

Finally, we arrive at Axel's mansion. Rick opens the gate, and he drives up to the main entrance, where the faction leaders are already waiting. I unbuckle my seatbelt, and Rick opens the door for the boss.

We step out, and right then, I watch my man put on his "leader mask." That cold, serious, and authoritative expression that makes him lethal... and drives me wild with desire.

"Good morning, everyone. Forgive my delay. Anyway, let's go," he says in a firm voice.

He opens the door to his house, and the faction leaders follow him. I follow right behind, keeping my executioner mask on as well—the right-hand man nobody dares look at for too long.

We go upstairs to the office. Axel takes his place at the head of the table, and the leaders sit down. I position myself beside him, standing, watching every movement in the room.

"Boss, before we start the meeting... Bastião, how are you doing? I heard you got shot," John, the leader of the southern faction, asks with poorly disguised curiosity.

"I'm fine. A bullet won't bring me down," I answer dryly. "And we're not here to talk about me."

Axel gives a smirk, pleased with my response, and the meeting begins. They talk about weapons shipments, ammunition types, and drug routes.

As time goes on, I notice Axel massaging his forehead, a clear sign that tension is rising. I quickly step behind him, running my hand along his neck and using my thumb to apply circular pressure, massaging the right spots to help him relax.

I notice the looks from some of the leaders, the surprise written on their faces to see the executioner being so attentive, but I don't give a damn. My man is a thousand times more important than these pieces of shit. I lean into his ear, keeping my voice low just for him.

"I'm going to make you some coffee, because it looks like this meeting is going to drag on."

He looks at me, and I see his gaze shift for a second, the harshness giving way to a softness that only I know. I hold back a smile and step away, leaving the office.

I go down to the kitchen and begin making it. Even though my shoulder hurts a little, I manage. I pour the coffee into the mug with just a touch of sugar, exactly how he likes it. I set some biscuits on the tray and head back upstairs.

I enter the room, ignoring the judgmental looks from those idiots. I place the tray in front of him and set out the mug and the plate with biscuits.

"Thank you, Bastião," he says, his eyes shining with an affection that warms me inside.

I run my hand along his neck once more, rubbing my thumb before resuming my position. He takes a few sips and eats while listening to the others speak. The silence is broken again by John.

"Forgive me, boss... But I noticed... Are you two together?"

Axel looks up from the papers and stares at John with a coldness that would make anyone tremble.

"Is there a problem?"

John immediately backpedals, shaking his head.

"None at all, boss. Just asking."

"What John means, boss, is that you look good together," Maycon, the leader of the Northern faction, intervenes, trying to lighten the mood.

Axel nods, owning the truth in front of all his subordinates.

"Yes. Bastião and I are together."

The leaders nod, a few appearing genuinely happy for the stability this brings, but I notice some others hiding their envy. I know those few wanted to have something with Axel. Idiots. They should thank me for not eliminating them sooner for looking too closely at what belongs to me.