HIDE

EPISODE 36 - FEELINGS.

He wasn’t entirely happy with how the conversation had gone—or with his own decision. There was a better, more secure solution to this issue. All he had to do was get rid of the link and not involve the same circle of people that would be happy that this happened to him. Wilson didn't want that connection with his family for anything, whatsoever. 

 It would be a more reliable solution than talking to his father or involving him. The father he knew would want leverage and things will get messier. He was already messy and didn't need more mess. He just wanted happiness and a clear head for once. If anyone else found out the true history of the family, things will go sour.

Wilson’s comfortable life as an American businessman who didn’t need bodyguards would be over. His life would revert to the very existence that he had always loathed: the necessity of bodyguards, random kidnappings, gunfire, and blood. He’d left Italy because he was sick and tired of it. He didn’t want to be dragged back into that life.

Also was a threat to that. He should have eliminated the threat instead of choosing the less reliable route. And for what? Because you promised Brandon you’d keep him safe.

Wilson ground his teeth, frustrated with himself. But it was true, no matter how much he’d like to deny that. If he told his father to eliminate the threat, the Italian would retaliate. It might get messy rapidly, and the likelihood of Brandon being caught in the crossfire was bigger than he’d like.

Fuck, he had gotten soft. Years ago, he wouldn’t have hesitated. But it seemed living in America had changed him, for better or for worse. Or maybe something else was the reason.

As if summoned by his thoughts, Brandon was right there when he rounded the corner. He was smiling as he talked to some pretty woman—the daughter of a businessman called Natasha if Wilson remembered correctly.

His irritation only spiked at the sight of Brandon’s wide smile and disgustingly kind expression. That kindness and those nice smiles were never for Wilson, but they irritated him all the same. He wanted to wipe that smile off Brandon’s lips. Preferably, with his c**k. He wanted to stuff it so far down Brandon’s throat the annoying s**t choked on it.

His c**k twitched in his pants, going full mast, which only served to irritate Wilson more.

Striding over, he grabbed Brandon’s nape and yanked him into a domineering kiss. Ignoring the surprised yelp Brandon let out against his lips, Wilson shoved his tongue down his throat, f*****g his infuriating mouth the way he wanted to do with his c**k. It was the only socially acceptable thing he could do in public. He could hardly open his fly and push Brandon to his knees and feed him his c**k while the Natasha girl stood right there. But f**k, he wanted to.