Scarlet Obsession [BL]

9. The Irish Mafia

Elian’s SUV screeched to a halt outside the abandoned warehouse. He didn’t even bother killing the engine before kicking the door open and storming out.

“Dex!” he roared, voice echoing across the empty lot. “Dex, you motherfucker!”

The two guards posted at the heavy steel door took one look at him and immediately stepped aside, smart men. They knew better than to stand in the way of Elian, especially when he looked like he’d just crawled straight out of a nightmare.

Elian shoved the door open with his shoulder and stepped inside. The stench of rust, and blood was the first thing that hit him. When his eyes finally focused, in the center of the dimly lit space, Dex stood like a king surveying his court.

His shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing a deliciously thick and veiny arm. Elian looked away immediately, eyes landing on the three men knelt on the dirty concrete at Dex's feet. Their hands were tied behind their backs and they were gagged, their faces were bruised and swollen. He watched, as their wide, terrified eyes darted between him and Dex.

Elian’s gaze snapped to his husband.

“What the f**k do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, stalking forward. His fingers twitched toward the gun at his side, right now, strangling Dex with his bare hands felt more satisfying.

Dex was already looking at him, that smug, infuriating smirk already plastered on his face.

“Surprise.”

“What f*****g surprise! Are you trying to make me look even more incompetent? More stupid? First you lure me away from the shipment, then you sneak out of our bed like a coward to handle MY mess behind my back?”

Dex chuckled low, raking a hand through his hair, making it even messier and hotter than it already was. “I was trying to help you, sweetheart. These three–” he kicked the middle man’s knee, making him whimper through the gag, “–are the ones who planned the theft. These low-level street rats m thought they could rob us and get away with it. So I found them, and I dragged them here. For you.”

Us.

For you.

These words were messing with Elian's head in a he way he didn't like.

“Bullshit,” Elian hissed, stepping so close their chests nearly brushed. “You don’t help anyone but yourself, Dex. No Don ever does. You expect me to believe you woke up early just to do me a favor? After everything? You’re not my knight in shining armor, you’re a f*****g snake. You’re probably planning to take credit for recovering the guns so grandpa looks at you like the reliable one while I look like the jealous, distracted little w***e who almost cost us millions.”

Dex’s eyes darkened with twisted delight. He grabbed Elian by the back of his neck, pulling him closer than he already was. “You ARE a jealous little w***e, my jealous little w***e. And it’s f*****g adorable how you’re pretending you don’t love that I went hunting without you. Did you miss me that badly this morning, Elian?”

Elian slapped his hand away violently. “I should carve your tongue out and feed it to you.” he seethed.

The three bound men watched the exchange in frozen horror, realizing they were trapped between two lunatics who were one second away from murdering each other.

“Oh don't be a menace sweetheart, I was just finishing what you started. These pathetic f***s stole from us. I brought them here so you could have the pleasure of-”

He didn’t get to finish.

In one fluid motion, Elian drew his gun and shot down the three men in less than ten seconds. Two bullets in the first man’s head, a single shot between the eyes of the second, the third tried to beg, only for the bullet to hit him in the right eye. The gunshots rang out, deafening in the warehouse.

Silence fell after that. Dex stared at him, momentarily stunned, before a slow grin spread across his face. “Well, f**k. That was unexpected. Now you've killed our only way to know where the shipment currently is.” the grin on his face dropped at the end of the sentence.

Elian’s chest heaved, gun still in his hand as he looked up at his husband through strands of messy hair. His eyes were wild, shining with something between rage and sick satisfaction.

“I don't need you to do anything for me Dex,” he whispered hoarsely. “And I sure as hell don’t need you to play hero for me.”

Dex took a step closer, uncaring of the fresh corpses at their feet. “Then what do I get to do, husband?”

Elian just stared back blankly at first. Then, he smiled, sharp, manic, and terrifying.

Before he could say a word, the soun d of multiple vehicles pulling up outside shattered the moment. Then there was footsteps, lot of footsteps.

Dex’s head snapped toward the entrance as the heavy door creaked open, and dozen armed men flooded in with their weapons raised at them. They were all wearing neither Russo nor Virelli symbols.

Elian’s grip tightened on his gun as he the leader stepped forward smiling coldly.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “we’re here to collect what’s ours. And to deliver a message from the Irish.”