The sound of yet another lamp being shattered echoed through the room. Andrey angrily threw the lamp against the wall.
"Idiots! How could you not bring Carlos to me? A simple task like that and you still can't accomplish it, and we even lost two men. Get out of here."
Andrey ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down. The information that there were several of Alberto's men at Carlos' house infuriated him. He knew that he had prevented his own men from bringing Carlos to him, and now he suspected that Carlos would be at Alberto's house. If he stayed there, it would be very difficult to grab him. He had to make the doctor leave the house, alone.
The man who accompanied Carlos showed him where the towels and bathrobes were, as well as the sleepwear that Alberto mentioned. Carlos remembered the gesture the man made earlier and wanted to understand:
"Why did you ask me not to say anything and just agree at that time?"
The man looked at the ground first and then raised his gaze again.
"When Mr. Alberto decides to do something for someone, he does it from the heart. From what little I have analyzed of you, I imagined that you would say that you would pay for the clothes he would provide or that you would say to fetch yours. That's why I asked you not to speak; he could feel offended. Besides, Mr. Alberto was very irritated at that moment, so I thought it best not to contradict him further."
Carlos furrowed his brow upon hearing that information.
"Irritated? Why was he irritated? He didn't seem that way to me; he even hugged me. I didn't notice this irritability in him."
"I believe he didn't want to show that to you. When he found out that his house had been invaded and that you had been hurt, he was furious. He even hurt his hand when he punched the wall."
Carlos was surprised by that information. He hadn't paid attention to Alberto's hand. The man showed him where the first aid kit was and left the room. Carlos thought for a few moments about what the man had said; he had not yet seen Alberto angry and did not know how he would react to this side of him.
Carlos took a little longer in the shower, trying to relax his body from all that tension. The necessary items for the dressing were already in the bathroom. He dried himself, wrapped himself in a towel, and went to the sink to start the procedure. Once he was done, he planned to look for Alberto to see his hand.
In the basement, the sound of punches echoed in the room. The two men there were already bloody. Alberto stood up from the chair where he had been sitting with crossed legs and went to the man who had punched Carlos.
"You're lucky that I decided to send a message to Andrey. Otherwise, you would already be dead. But that doesn't mean I won't take out my anger on you for hurting him."
Alberto drew a small knife and stabbed it into the shoulder of the man in front of him. The scream of pain couldn't be contained.
"Tell Andrey to leave Carlos alone, or the same will happen to him and everyone he sends."
Alberto delivered another punch after speaking, leaving the man unconscious.
"Send these rubbish back to the owner and place security guards inside Carlos's house. I'm sure he will want to come back to get his things." Alberto finished speaking and began to leave the room, grabbing a handkerchief to clean his bloodied hands.
Carlos had finished dressing the wound and went downstairs to look for Alberto, only to hear some commotion on one side of the house. He approached cautiously, trying to observe what was happening. He saw two men covered in blood being dragged out of the mansion. Alberto appeared shortly after, wiping his hands that still had traces of blood.
Alberto's clothes were also stained with blood. He turned around and said something to Bruno before heading towards where Carlos was. Carlos hid behind the wall and hurriedly returned to his room. On the other hand, Alberto narrowed his eyes towards the front door, finished giving instructions, and entered.
In the room, Carlos tried to process what he had seen. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like the men were the same ones who had been in his house. He didn't know if they were dead, but given their condition, prospects weren't good. He tried to stay calm. If Alberto really came into the room, he didn't want him to notice that he was nervous or had witnessed that scene.
After a while, Carlos heard knocks on the door, opened it, and saw Alberto standing at the entrance. He had already showered and there were no more bloodstains. His expression wasn't the same as when he was in the hospital, nor even when he got shot. He was tense and even a little worried. Carlos gestured for him to come in, unsure if all that tension was related to him.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling any pain?" Alberto asked without making eye contact.
Carlos realized something was wrong.
"Alberto, I'm fine. It's nothing. I've been beaten up before, so..."
"What?" Alberto didn't even wait for Carlos to finish speaking, raising his gaze and furrowing his brow. "By your ex?"
Carlos found Alberto's reaction somewhat cute when he said he had been beaten up before.
"No, Lucas is an idiot, but no, not to that extent. It might not seem like it, but I've had fights in college."
Alberto seemed to relax a little, walked closer to him, taking his hand out of his pocket and holding his shoulder.
"Fights among college peers are one thing; dealing with idiot gangsters is another. If Bruno hadn't been there, I don't even want to think about what they could have done to you, Carlos. And to think that all of this was because of me."
Alberto let go of his shoulder, turning to move away again. Carlos grabbed his hand, preventing him from moving further. Alberto was surprised by Carlos' gesture, and Carlos himself was surprised he had done it. He let go of Alberto's hand and stared at him.
"How is this your fault? You had no idea that I had crossed paths with Andrey that day. If there's anyone to blame here, it's him."
"But all of this is a result of my altercation with him that day. If I hadn't been an idiot, I wouldn't have fallen for that trick."
Carlos realized he wouldn't be able to convince Alberto, looked at his hand, and took it again, examining the injuries.
"How did you get these wounds? Come on, let's disinfect them."
He pulled Alberto and sat him on the bed, went to the bathroom, and grabbed the first aid kit.
The two remained silent as Carlos cleaned and applied medicine to Alberto's hand. Only some low moans from Alberto could be heard. Carlos had a silly smile on his face, thinking about how different Alberto was when he was in his presence compared to when he was with his subordinates.
"They're not dead." Alberto broke the silence, interrupting Carlos' movements, and noticed the surprised look on Carlos' face.
"I know you saw that scene earlier. I didn't kill them, in case you were wondering. I sent them back to Andrey with a warning, that's it."
Carlos finished and looked at him again.
"So that's how you got these bruises on your hand?"
Alberto nodded, but didn't admit that he had punched the wall. Carlos stood up, putting away the first aid kit.
The mobster thanked Carlos for the bandage and bid him farewell, telling him to rest and that if he needed anything, he just had to ask. Despite appearing slightly more relaxed, Alberto still seemed tense. He went to his room and quickly poured himself a glass of whiskey before making his way to the window. Standing there, he recalled the moments when he was on Carlos' couch, watching him sleep, reminiscing about how embarrassed and flushed he would get at some of his words or actions, and he involuntarily smiled.
He closed his eyes and shook his head, afraid of falling in love with Carlos and being disappointed once again. He thought of his encounter with Pablo, how he had initially seemed innocent and shy, and how he had changed over time. He remembered how he had been deceived, and he didn't want to create too many expectations to avoid further disappointments. His love life had never been easy; he always ended up suffering some form of betrayal, and his lifestyle made it difficult to keep someone by his side.
Carlos couldn't sleep either. He thought of going downstairs to see if he could find some milk in the kitchen since he was hungry. He descended the stairs and was startled by a security guard who appeared. He asked where the kitchen was and headed towards it.
The kitchen was illuminated by the chandeliers that adorned it, and it was as grand and beautiful as the rest of the house. Carlos went to the refrigerator in search of milk and was startled by a voice coming from behind.
"Late-night snack?"
It was Alberto's voice, and Carlos straightened up immediately, as he had been crouched down looking for the milk.
"Ouch!"
Carlos was startled by Alberto's voice and, as he stood up, he hit his head on the top of the refrigerator. Carlos held his head, and Alberto hurried over.
"Be careful, let me see if you didn't cut yourself." Alberto held his hand, pulled it, turned on the lights, and approached to examine his head.
Alberto stood facing him, taller than Carlos, which made examining his head easier. Carlos lowered his head slightly, and his face was close to Alberto's chest. Carlos could smell his scent since they were so close, and Alberto was still shirtless. It was a citrusy scent mixing with the mafioso's masculine aroma. Alberto continued to gently touch his head, and Carlos even forgot about the pain from the bump. He couldn't believe he was starting to feel aroused by that touch, combined with the scent emanating from the man.
Since breaking up with Lucas, Carlos hadn't been involved with anyone else. His emotional neediness and abstinence had reached their limit. Alberto blew on his head, making him swallow nervously.
"Sit down, I'll get you some ice."
Alberto released him and went back to the refrigerator, taking out ice from a cooling bag and handing it to Carlos.
"Are you hungry? Want a sandwich and some milk?"
Carlos didn't say anything; he simply nodded.
Alberto moved around the kitchen, gathering everything he needed to make the sandwich. It was torturous in a way to see that man standing there in front of him, muscles on display, sweatpants hugging his firm and perfect butt. Carlos nibbled on his lips, enjoying the sight, even though he didn't have the chance to caress that body, at least he could appreciate it.
"Are you enjoying the view?" Alberto spoke and glanced sideways at Carlos.
His lips had a mischievous smile, clearly trying to tease him. Carlos felt his face heat up within seconds. How did Alberto know he was being watched by him? Carlos wondered if, in addition to realizing that he was staring, he also sensed the desire he felt at that moment.
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