Heartless Mercy (The Sinful Alliance #1)

Close by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo

Tossing and turning, I encase Willow’s soft body in my arms, hoping to fall asleep, but there’s only one thought on my mind. My father’s face when Willow and I caught him killing someone replays in a loop. I should feel guilty and haunted for ending his life, but instead, I feel nothing. An absolute contradiction to my life’s purpose as a defense attorney for the El Paso County District. I see the irony of my line of work to what I just did, and the association with those who kill without remorse. I get it. I understand them. The crime I just committed is on a tailspin in my head and has me rethinking my future as an attorney, working to put those who do wrong in prison. Maybe it’s time for a change.

The conversation I had with Frank at fifteen plays like a loop in my head. The moment that changed everything and had me lead a life hidden from the world.

“Stop it, Owen. We’re going to get caught.”

“Who cares? I want to be able to kiss my boyfriend whenever I want, Sonny. C’mon, you know you want me to suck your cock.” Owen slid down the bed, pulling my boxers with him and revealing my hard cock. He took his hand, squeezed my cock, and brought it towards his eager mouth. Fuck.

I threw my head back against the pillows and let my boyfriend go to work.

His tongue expertly slid around the head of my cock and I hissed from the insurmountable pleasure. Extending my hand, I grasped his head and pushed down, making his mouth take me deeper. His mouth was incredible; the sounds of his slobbering technique were like music to my ears. A tingling sensation from my stomach traveled to my balls and I knew I was close.

“Right there, baby. Take all of my dick in your mouth, whore.” Owen moans and my release is right on the edge. Relaxing his mouth, Owen takes all of me in his mouth, causing him to gag. I hold his head in place for a couple of seconds and let go, allowing him to catch his breath.

“Told you you wanted me to suck your cock,” Owen teases. I slap his cheek playfully.

“Shut up and keep on sucking,” I instructed. Owen continued sucking me off. The moment he grabbed my balls, I was pushed over the edge. My cum filled his mouth as I heard the door to my room open.

“What the fuck is going on here?” My dad looked at my state of undress and then to Owen with my cum dripping from his mouth. He pounced on Owen, grabbing him by the back of the shirt. I quickly raised my boxers as they made their way out of my room. Thank God Owen was dressed because my dad seeing my boyfriend would’ve been even worse than what had happened.

I quickly followed them as my dad shoved Owen out the door, closing it behind him. Running, I tried to open the door, but my father painfully grabbed my shoulder, digging his fingers in. Screaming from the pain, I yelled through the closed door, “Leave, Owen. I’ll call you later.”

My dad pushed me to sit on the couch in the living room and I waited for him to speak, rubbing my shoulder from the pain he inflicted. He looked furious and I cowered in his presence, my head cast down. I didn’t know what the big deal was. Owen was my boyfriend; my dad knew I was bisexual. Although he wasn’t very receptive to the idea, he didn’t tell me I couldn’t be with a boy.

“What the fuck are you doing? In my house? Never bring that gay shit in here.”

“Dad. What the fuck. Are you serio—” My father raised his hand and slapped me hard. The sting of his hand burned my cheek and I placed mine over it to ease the pain. I shed a tear, placing my head in between my legs so he wouldn’t see me cry.

“You are to never raise your voice to me again. Do you hear me, boy? And I don’t want that boy anywhere near this house again. If you want to be with him, you do it in secret. What if one of my staff members saw you? Do you know what that would do to my chances for re-election? People talk—we don’t need them to know that you’re like this,” he trailed off. I nodded, not wanting to rock the boat and have him hurt me again. From that moment, I vowed to live my life hidden. Never making my father mad in fear he’d not only disown me, but fuck my life up.

I’m restless from the memory of what happened years ago playing over and over again. I need to get this out of my head. Perhaps a glass of water will lull me to sleep. Opening my eyes, I carefully remove my hold on Willow’s body, making sure not to wake her up. As I sit on the bed, I face her and see such a beautiful, caring, loyal, faithful, and sexy woman. She has been here for me, no matter her personal beliefs on taking a life. I owe her so much for being a great friend, my sounding board, and my lifeline. Our relationship, while physical, has never felt more than a friendship, but I’d be stupid to ever let her go. Who knows what the future holds? If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life thus far, it’s to never take those you love for granted. And I’ll do everything I can to protect, love, and care for her.

Rising from the bed in my boxers, I grab the shorts Dario let me borrow earlier and exit the room sans shirt. As soon as I close the door, I hear extremely loud moaning from the room across the hall. I briefly remember Dario saying that his room was across the hall when he showed Willow and I to our room, in case we needed anything. Curious, I proceed closer to the room, the moans getting louder.

“Yes, Daddy. Harder. Fuck your little whore harder, Daddy,” the voice of a woman screams. I shift in place, my cock growing harder as I push the cracked door slightly open. Dario fucks Isabella roughly while Niccolo violently renders Catalina speechless from the pleasure he brings her. It’s such a sight to see that I have to forcefully reach inside my boxers to tame my rapidly expanding erection. I need to leave and give them their privacy before I get caught lurking like a pervert.

Quickly, I make my way to the kitchen in search of a glass. Opening cabinet after cabinet, I still can’t seem to find a fucking glass. While this kitchen is so beautiful, it has secret compartments that don’t open which I find suspicious.

“Oh, fuck this. I’ll just drink the fucking tap,” I whisper to myself as I switch the handle up for the sink faucet. Leaning forward, I open my mouth and gulp down the water, quenching my thirst.

“Glasses above the sink. Unless that’s your preferred method of drinking water, then, by all means, continue.” Startled by the unexpected voice, I start to choke on the water, removing myself from underneath the faucet. Quickly, I gather myself and catch Dario staring at me. I look down and see that droplets of water trail down from my mouth to my bare torso.

Clearing my throat, I say, “I was looking everywhere for them, but couldn’t find any, so I decided to just go for it.” Dario smiles, and it makes him look so fucking sexy. His chest is exposed and has on the tightest of boxers, revealing his extra-large cock. I continue scanning the rest of his body and spot his chest filled with large tattoos. The prayer hands and beads are ironic, considering he kills for a living. But I know Catholicism runs deep in Mexicans, especially the older generation, so I’m assuming it’s to appease his family. Who knows? Maybe he’s a practicing Catholic. But for some reason, he doesn’t give off that vibe.

“Want a closer look, mi sol ?” Dario chuckles, interrupting my obvious perusal of his body. Fuck. Could I have made it more evident that I perhaps have a little crush on this dangerous man? Shaking my head, I realize that he called me by a nickname.

“ Mi sol ?” I ask.

“It means my sun ,” Dario answers.

“Yeah, I know what it means. But why did you call me that?” Dario approaches me and cages me against the counter. He plasters his body on me, moving his face closer towards mine. And just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he reaches above me, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. The sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife, and fuck, if my dick doesn’t come back to life.

“You’re like the sun. The warmth and joy you radiate is so vibrant. Being in your presence for too long might get someone burned, but it’s worth the risk for even just a moment of the happiness you bring. I see it when you’re with Willow. You care for others so fiercely. I know you, Sonny,” Dario admits. My heart bursts with an overwhelming feeling. I don’t know how to feel. This man. His words are on the verge of bringing me straight to my knees. I’d let him use my body however he pleases.

“I think I might’ve scared you. Let’s go ahead and change the subject; I don’t want to overstep. You’ve been through a lot tonight. How are you doing after letting it sit for a while?” Dario reaches around me and opens the faucet, emitting the filtered water into his glass. Bringing it to his mouth, he keeps his eyes on me, without breaking eye contact, and gulps it down.

“No, you didn’t scare me. That’s just the most beautiful thing someone’s ever said to me. I don’t even know why I’m saying this, but I haven’t had much luck in relationships. Is it odd that I don’t regret it? That I don’t have any emotions about what I did? I just feel for my poor mother and care about how she feels about it,” I answer. Dario places the glass on the counter and backs away, granting me space.

“You haven’t had much luck in relationships? Well, it’s their loss. You’re a catch, Sonny. Anyone would be lucky to have you. And it’s not odd. Your feelings are valid, and they’re yours. Nobody grieves the same way.”

“Anyone, huh? Too bad you’re off the market,” I blurt, immediately bringing my hand to my mouth and closing my eyes, mentally killing myself for even saying that. I’m never one to be this bold. What has gotten into me?

“I didn’t realize you were interested, mi sol . Are you?” he asks. I open my eyes, shocked at his response to my outburst. Dario treads forward like he’s on the hunt, his hazel eyes filled with lust and ready to eat me alive.

“I-I…It’s not possible. You’re already in a relationship with Niccolo, and from what I saw earlier, you’re in one with Isabella and Catalina, as well.”

“Spying on us, baby?” He chuckles, his eyebrow raised in interest with for answer.

“No. No. No. I’m sorry, I was on my way to get a glass of water when I saw your door cracked open and heard moaning from the hall.”

“Is that right? It’s okay, I don’t mind. They don’t either. Now, I didn’t ask if it was possible. I asked if you are interested. So what is it?” he asks.

“Yes. Yes, I am. I know I shouldn’t, and I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel this pull to you. All of you. I can’t describe it. I don’t know. Maybe it’s all in mine and Willow’s hea—”

“You’re so cute when you’re rambling. And you’re not alone in the way you feel. We feel it, too. It might be crazy because we’re all in a relationship, but we want to explore something with you. Both of you. I’m glad Willow feels the same.” Dario raises his hand, grabbing my chin and bringing my face toward him. I close my eyes and feel his breath as he hovers over me. My body tingles as his body heat envelops me, the woodsy scent of his body wash overtaking my senses. Staying still, I feel Dario inch closer and lightly kiss my cheek.

“I wish I could do more, but that will have to do for now. I have to discuss this with the girls and Niccolo.” Stunned by his words, I look into his eyes with his hand still around my chin, his thumb softly grazing my lip.

“Of course. Well, I better get back to sleep. I need to be up early to take Willow back home and visit my mother,” I exclaim, quickly moving away from his presence and towards the hallway.

“I arranged for your car to be here. Just notify one of the guards outside and they’ll show you where it is. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll talk more soon.”

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course, anytime. Good night, Sonny,” Dario states. Momentarily, I turn my head to face him.

“Good night, Dario,” I whisper. As I return to the room, I’m filled with even more thoughts flying in my head than I had before entering the kitchen.

There’s no way Dario meant what he said, right? How would a relationship with the six of us work? I just don’t see that ever happening. After tonight, I have a feeling I’ll never talk to him again.