A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates. Not a lot of time to update with work. Couldn't concentrate on Tuesday morning, I woke up to hear about Jerry (glad he's doing okay) so it took a while to get back into writing mode. Anyway here's chapter four. Hope you all enjoy.
"How did it go?" Alberto asked as he cut the end of his cigar.
"Like a piece of piss," Primo said as he threw himself into the chair opposite his uncle.
"Primo, Primo, a little class," Del-Rio admonished him, handing a cigar over to his nephew.
His nephews were enthusiastic to get involved in the business, and Alberto knew they had what it took to keep the business running once he got to the stage he was no longer able to look after his own.
He shuffled abut in his chair as he thought about the other three who were still sat in jail. He was awaiting the arrival of his lawyer, David Otunga, to discuss getting them out of jail. He knew the idiot cop who came by a couple of weeks ago would be no threat. Otunga had been in the next room when he came by and told him he'd dealt with the guy before, Orton, he may be a captain but he wasn't anything to be concerned about.
"So what's next?" Primo asked bringing him from his thoughts. "When do we offer our services?"
Del-Rio looked over at the young man and smirked. He was already starting to get an idea of how it worked.
"Patience, Primo. First we get the charges dropped on your cousin and his friends," Alberto explained. He looked up as he saw John walk by the door. His partner, his lover, the love of his life. "Come join me, John."
"I was just going for a shower," he said staying where he was, indicating the stairs.
Alberto went straight to frustrated when he saw the hesitation. Ever since they chose to move to St Louis, John was distant with him. He was obviously pissed off with him about something but no matter what gifts he tried to give to him to cheer him up.
"John; spend some time with me," he said sounding harsher than he meant to. He saw John flinch but he wasn't worried. If John were going to act like a petulant child, sulking over some unknown matter, then he would treat like one.
John came over to him and Alberto shifted his legs over so John could take a seat on the floor by his side. As soon as he was seated, he moved his hand to John's head, stroking his hair, and patting his head. He heard a snicker from Primo and looked up, snapping him from his sentimental moment.
"When Otunga gets here, you'll need to make sure you understand everything he's telling you. If we're going to create a defence, you need to be convincing and not contradict yourself."
"But how do we create a defence for them when they were clearly arrested at the scene and clearly guilty," Primo commented with a face as though it were impossible and beyond his grasp. Alberto sunk a little in defeat, every time he thought he saw something in him, Primo proved him wrong.
He was about to reply when Ricardo walked in the room, clearing his throat.
"Mr Otunga for you sir," he said, bowing his head.
"Show him in," Alberto instructed. As much as it was nice to be spending time with John, he didn't need to hear the details of his business dealings. "John, why don't you have that shower now?"
"Fine," John said standing up and heading for the door.
"I don't warrant a good bye kiss?"
John walked back and kissed him on the cheek. Alberto knew he could be shy around people when it came to his emotions but Alberto hoped to bring more of John's outgoing nature out of him.
He caught John around the neck and used his strong arms to hold him still as he plunged his tongue into John's mouth, searching every crevice, craving the flavour of him. it was a little longer than usual to get John to respond but he relented and pushed his tongue back against Alberto's.
Alberto released his mouth and when John straightened and turned to go, he slapped his butt through those awful jeans John liked to wear. Once he'd finished with work, Del-Rio promised himself to into the pants and make John feel better.
Once John was gone they settled into business and discussed their plan of action for getting the three young men out of jail with the charges dropped.
"Okay, okay, now that's over with; David how is it going with the rights to the building?" Del-Rio asked. "I want that property so I can expand my club."
"I've spoken with Mr Irvine," Otunga replied. "I've made him several offers but he wouldn't relent, that was yesterday. Today; I sent another offer over, advising him that it was in his best interest to sign. After all, who knows when the next time any of his employees would be attacked in an alleyway, especially that young girl, Alicia."
"Let me know if you hear anything in the next couple of days," Del-Rio said. "If you don't, Primo, you can go and meet this Alicia on the way home from work. Get her to convince Mr. Irvine."
"What do I tell her to tell him?" Primo asked with a smile.
"Silent messages are best. Just make sure you don't leave anything they can use to trace back to you," Del-Rio advised.
"So cool," Primo said.
"Why don't you go out and enjoy yourself," Del Rio said handing him some money. "I hear, Miss Fox likes the club this side of town. Maybe you can get to know her. Buy her a drink or two."
Primo smiled back at him eagerly.
"What about Rosa?" Primo asked suddenly remembering his girlfriend.
"Do you tell her everything? Just remember what she doesn't know doesn't hurt her," he said. "Just like John. He didn't know about his friend Evan. I slept with him to get to know what John's friends thought."
"And?" Primo asked. Del-Rio laughed at Primo's foolishness as the young man looked back and forth between he and Otunga.
"Finlay got rid of him for me," Del-Rio said. "Before I got rid of Finlay."
"And John doesn't know?"
"I told him he went over to LA to try and make it in acting," Alberto said with a shrug. "He believed me because none of his friends were talking to him. Not after I had them threatened, his friend Josh was beaten in an alley; John never connected it to me; his friends weren't idiots to contact him again. But that Josh Matthews, he was a stupid boy; he deserved to be beat up."
Primo left for the club and when Del-Rio heard the door go he turned to Otunga, handing him a Brandy.
"Do you have any information for me?"
"If he's stepping out on you, I can't tell you who," Otunga said in reply. "My sources tell me they lost him for a couple of hours last week. But the rest of the time, he goes from work, to home, and every other day he's at the gym."
"Do you think it's someone there?"
"No; they went in to watch him. He goes in, works out, and comes home. He doesn't even shower there," Otunga told him.
"Something isn't right with him," Del-Rio commented, mostly to himself. "Keep watching him."
Otunga nodded, finished his drink and made his exit, leaving Alberto to his own thoughts. Alberto needed to make sure John was happy. Maybe it was time for another gift. He never did give him anything after his nephews were caught. Tomorrow he would go out and get something for him.
Noticing the time, Alberto made his way upstairs to the master bedroom. He sighed when he saw John was already asleep. He wanted to have sex with him and he was pissed off he was already asleep.
He stripped down so he was naked and climbed into bed beside John. Reaching under the sheet, he felt around to find John only had boxers on. Since John was led on his front, an idea came to Alberto's mind; it wouldn't be as good as actually being inside John but it was enough.
He pulled the sheets down and moved so he was holding himself above John. He lowered down until he pressed against him. He slowly started rutting against John's backside, using the muscled butt cheeks as the friction he needed to get himself off. He heard John stirring a little but he couldn't stop. Eventually John woke up and reacted when he felt someone on him.
"Shh, shh, shh," Alberto said holding his hand over John's mouth. "You were asleep but I needed release."
John still reacted a little so Alberto started biting kisses on his shoulders, when he heard groans from John he decided John was getting into it. He reached over for the lube and condoms and slipped one on as he poured lube onto his dick and into John's hole.
He knew his John liked it hard so he pressed into him as he bit at his collarbone, still covering John's mouth his hand.
It wasn't long before Alberto was starting to feel the end nearing and as much as he would like John to come with him, it was going to be too far behind him and Alberto needed his release.
"Ohh fuck, John," he moaned as his release came quicker than he expected.
He climbed off of John and rolled over onto his side facing away from him. He needed the release but now it had happened he was ready to sleep. He heard John shuffle out of bed and into the ensuite. Alberto rolled his eyes, John was such a prude he wouldn't even finish off in front of him.
Kicking the door shut behind him, Randy juggled the large amount of items he held in his arms, nearly dropping the over his entryway. Ever since last week, when he spent the evening with John, in a room smaller than his living room, Randy had been on a roll with his investigation.
John told him before moving to St Louis, he and Del-Rio lived in Tampa. The next day when he got into the office, as had become his routine, he logged straight onto the system and searched the Tampa records. He knew somewhere in the grand scheme of things, someone would notice a cop from St Louis looking into the Florida records, but he didn't care. He'd deal with that when the time came.
Just that one piece of information from John boosted his investigation and he started getting more and more leads. He knew people in the department had noticed his change in demeanour and were starting to get concerned, his sergeant, Dolph Ziggler, was the main person to notice and if it were any other investigation he would probably be discussing it with him. But this one he couldn't. He couldn't risk John's safety.
Instead, Randy managed to qualm people's concerns by focusing on his job once more. He wasn't back to normal; on the days when he couldn't stop thinking of John, not knowing if he was okay, he would snap at people; but as he tried to tell Dolph, everyone's allowed an off day.
He went into his living room and placed his files on the coffee table and then went through to the kitchen to dish up his food. One thing he still tried to do during his additional work was eat, and eat healthily; but tonight he was more concerned with getting down to business.
When he'd logged on the system at work first thing, his couple of leads he wanted to follow up led to a gold mine of information. Plate in hand, he grabbed the files from the table and headed down to his den.
Before meeting John, this was the room he had tricked out with an amazing entertainment system and pool table for when he invited the guys round from the station. He looked at the room now, and the walls were lined with photos of Del-Rio and his cronies. He pinned a map of Tampa to the wall, areas marked where he knew Del-Rio had committed crimes.
The pool table was covered with information which he wanted to hand but had yet to fit into the puzzle. Most importantly though, taped to wall in the kitchenette, was a picture of John. It seemed someone had tried to investigate John, but his squeaky clean record had drawn a blank. The picture was a reminder of the reason he was doing this and he was about to forget John.
He'd been down in the den for over an hour pouring through the information he gathered at work and making notes when he heard footsteps on the floor above him. On edge more than he'd ever been before, he pulled his gun from his holster. Before he could move from the chair he was sat on, a familiar voice rang through the house.
"Randy, are you here?" he heard.
Randy muttered under his breath, this was the last person he wanted to see. Even if he were kicking back with a couple of beers, he wouldn't want to hear that voice. He stormed away from the table and over to the door to the stairway, flinging it open.
"Cody, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Where are you?" Cody called through from the kitchen.
"Here," Randy snapped as he walked into the kitchen. "How did you get in my house?"
"Randy-bear, we used to go out," Cody said coming over to him and hugging him.
"'Used to' being the important part of that sentence," Randy said seething. "And don't call me Randy-bear, I always hated that."
Randy stood stock still as Cody continued to hug him. He wished Cody would take the hint that he wasn't interested; hell he hadn't even wrapped him arms around Cody in a loose hug, let alone an embracing hug.
"You never said anything," Cody said as he stepped back from the one-sided embrace.
"I told you continuously," Randy complained. "You only ever heard what you wanted to. How did you get in?"
"I'm a private-eye, Randy. I know how to get into places," Cody said with an ignorant smirk. "And when I know people, it's even easier."
"You mean you took a copy before you gave it back?" Randy asked. "I could arrest you right now, Cody. That's bordering on stalking."
"Get over it," Cody said taking his hand and leading him to the sofa.
Cody sat looking at Randy as though reminiscing over their time together. They'd split up over six months ago and Randy hated it when Cody would invite himself over like this. It always made him feel uncomfortable with the way Cody would look him over as though he was a piece of meat.
"Why are you here?" he asked trying to shake the uneasy feeling he was getting from Cody being there, so close to the work he was doing downstairs.
"I saw a couple of your colleagues from the station," Cody said. "They said you were being distant."
"'Was'. I'd had some stuff going on with my family, everything is fine now," Randy said. "Was there anything else because I was in the middle of something?"
Randy hoped by getting up from the sofa it would spur Cody to take the hint and leave.
Unfortunately, Cody being his persistent self continued pushing the topic and Randy was soon feeling his temper building.
Apart from throwing Cody to the curb for his infidelity, something Randy would never stand for, Cody was becoming more and more annoying as he spent time with him. Where most people matured with age, Cody instead, became more immature. The only time he was serious in his life was when he was doing his job. No one ever expected the comic book reader.
"So what are working on down there?" Cody asked moving toward the door to the den. "You were in the entertainment room, right?"
Randy smirked at Cody's back as he tried the door and found it locked. No one was going to get in there if he didn't want them to. The room remained locked at all times, even when he was home by himself he would lock it.
"Seriously, what are you doing down there?" Cody asked turning in shock at finding it locked.
"I'm hiding a prostitute down there," Randy said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It saves me expecting commitment from someone and then finding they're going off with other people they met on a job."
"Are you still holding a grudge?" Cody asked and Randy saw the annoyance starting to creep into Cody's demeanour. He hated being reminded about his infidelity. "I can't help who I love."
"I don't care, I just like to remind you when you decide to stop by my life without the invite," Randy said leaning against a wall with his arms folded. "You think I'm some poor sap who can't get a boyfriend because I'm still hung up on you. It's pathetic."
"There's nothing wrong with still having fee-"
"I don't have feelings for you," Randy said with a sneer. "You are the only one to think that. I've moved on. A while back. He was a hot fuck who was just what I needed at the time. I'm single right now because I choose to be."
"Fine whatever," Cody said storming out the front door and slamming it behind him.
Randy smiled with satisfaction as he watched Cody leave and soon made his way back down to his den where he saw his phone flashing with a new message.
JC: TELL ME A STORY
RANDY: WHAT TYPE OF STORY?
JC: ONE ABOUT A PRINCE WHO SAVES THE MAN HE LOVES AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER
RANDY: ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR AWAY A PRINCE SET 4TH TO FIND HIS LOVE. 1 DAY HE CAME ACROSS AN INJURED MAN. STOPPING TO HELP HE NOTICED HIS BEAUTY...
JC: I THINK I HEARD THIS ONE
RANDY: AFTER HELPING, THE MAN THANKED HIM 4 HIS HELP & WENT ON HIS WAY. THE BEAUTIFUL MAN WAS GONE. SADDDENED, THE PRINCE CONTINUED HIS JOURNEY...
JC: THIS BETTER HAVE A HAPPY ENDING
RANDY: AS HE WALKED HIS LONELY PATH HE REALISED THE BEAUTIFUL MAN WAS THE 1 HE WISHED TO B WITH. HE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW FOR THE MAN BUT COULD NOT FIND HIM.
JC: DID HE FIND HIM?
RANDY: 1 NITE, RESTING IN A NEARBY CASTLE, THE PRINCE HEARD OF A MAN BEING HELD IN THE DUNGEONS. HE ASKED 2 C HIM, 2 HEAR HIS STORY & HE WAS TAKEN 2 THE MAN.
JC: PLEASE TELL ME THE PRINCE HELPS HIM.
RANDY: UPON SEEING THE MAN BEING HELD, HIS HEART SOARED, 4 HERE WAS THE MAN HE HAD BEEN SEEKING. WHEN LISTENING 2 THE MAN'S STORY HE PROMISED 2 FREE THE MAN.
JC: THIS IS WHERE I START PANICKING…
RANDY: HE RETURNED 2 HIS HOST & BESEECHED HIM 2 RELEASE HIS LOVE BUT WITH NO LUCK. AS THE HOST SLEPT IN HIS FANCY BED, THE PRINCE SNUCK DOWN 2 THE DUNGEONS.
JC: I'M A TAD CONCERNED THE PRINCE KNOWS WHAT THE HOST'S BED IS LIKE..!
RANDY: HE COULD TELL FROM HIS OWN BED WHAT THE HOST'S MOST B LIKE ;-) HE EASILY DISTRACTED THE GUARDS & STOLE THE KEYS SO HE COULD RELEASE HIS BEAUTIFUL LOVE
JC: THAT'S BETTER!
RANDY: UPON RELEASING HIM, THE MAN KISSED THE PRINCE AS A THANK YOU AND THE PRINCE LED HIS TRUE LOVE BACK TO HIS KINGDOM WHERE HE SHOWERED HIM WITH LOVE.
JC: YOU FORGOT THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER ENDING!
RANDY: BE PATIENT ;-) ONE DAY THE PRINCE PROPOSED TO HIS LOVE AND UPON MARRYING ONE ANOTHER THE PRINCES RODE INTO THE SUNSET TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
JC: IF THAT'S A PROPOSAL YOU BETTER HAVE A RING NEXT TIME I SEE YOU!
RANDY: NOTED X… IF THAT WAS A PROPOSAL… WAS THAT A YES?!
RANDY: STOP BITING YOUR LIP AND ANSWER THE QUESTION… PLEASE…
JC: …YES…
A/N: Okay... let me know what you think... oh and next update is coming tomorrow, not sure whether it will be this or R,P,S but there will be an update.