Carlos couldn't believe he was going to Brazil. He had asked exactly where in that country, but Alberto didn't reveal it, just saying it was a surprise.
They boarded the private jet, and Carlos was amazed by the luxury, thinking to himself, imagining just how rich Alberto was. They took off and Alberto was working on his laptop, while Carlos watched him, thinking that in a way, Alberto wasn't like most mafiosos, or at least, not what he imagined a mafioso to be like.
"Ask," Carlos snapped out of his thoughts and saw that Alberto just gave him a glance before returning to his computer.
"What?" Carlos asked, pretending not to understand.
"You're staring at me, with an expression that wants to ask, or trying to figure something out, so just ask, I promise I'll answer if I can."
Carlos pondered for a moment before speaking. "It's not really a question, I was just thinking that you're not quite how I imagined a mafioso to be."
Alberto raised an eyebrow, finding what Carlos said amusing. He closed the laptop and looked at Carlos.
"So, how did you imagine a mafioso to be?"
Carlos noticed that Alberto was enjoying the situation but continued.
"Well, a cold-hearted man who doesn't care about anything or anyone, possessive, jealous, who kills without mercy, who takes virgins from their families as punishment for their betrayals and..."
Alberto couldn't help but burst into laughter, interrupting Carlos. "Virgins from their families? You're incredible, baby."
Carlos noticed that Alberto didn't realize he had called him baby, and smiled, feeling good about it.
Alberto stopped laughing, put the notebook aside, and leaned forward. They were sitting face to face, and Alberto's expression was now serious. "I am cold with those who deserve it, the part about not caring about anything or anyone, I'm not like that. Possessive, yes, extremely jealous, I kill those who deserve it, but the part about virgins, I leave that to other mafiosos, it doesn't interest me. Having a woman submit in my bed isn't a sign of strength or power, it's just being an idiot."
Carlos listened attentively and smiled at the last part, relieved to know that Alberto didn't rape women.
"But most mafiosos are like you described. I grew up in this environment and I didn't become an animal because of my mother. While my father taught me how to kill and be a great leader, on the other hand, my mother taught me that I should protect the people I love, not mistreat those who take care of me, and never hit or subjugate a woman."
Alberto sighed slightly when he talked about it but continued. "I've heard my father beat her, I've seen my father with other women, even bringing them home, and she couldn't say anything, after all, he was the great capo. But I didn't want to become that kind of man, so I became a feared mafioso to my enemies and a good friend to those who stand by my side."
Carlos listened attentively and admired him even more now that he knew a little more about him.
"I always knew I liked men, but in this world, it's not well-accepted, unless it's for violating and humiliating another man. When my father caught me with another boy when I was a teenager, he almost killed me, beat and tortured me until I swore I wouldn't get involved with another man again. He took me to brothels and forced me to sleep with women, and I only got involved with a man again when he died."
Carlos felt sorry for Alberto, knowing he had been tortured and beaten by his father, it broke his heart. Carlos's thoughts were interrupted by a blonde woman who brought whiskey for Alberto, the flight attendant smiled at Carlos, asking if he wanted one too, but Carlos declined and asked for juice instead. She smiled again and walked away, and Alberto narrowed his eyes before saying.
"If she flirts with you again, I'll throw her out of here."
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Carlos looked incredulously at Alberto, unsure if he was joking or capable of actually throwing the girl.
"Are you serious?" Carlos asked.
Alberto straightened in his chair and raised an eyebrow. "Possessive and jealous, remember?"
Carlos furrowed his brows before responding, "But isn't it only with what is yours?"
Alberto smiled to the side before answering, "Exactly, you just haven't realized it yet."
"Are you saying I'm yours?" Carlos questioned, still unsure how he felt about what he had just said. Alberto set aside his whiskey and grabbed Carlos' hand, pulling him to sit on his lap. Carlos was startled by the movement but couldn't resist what he was doing. Alberto positioned him sitting between his legs, with his back against Alberto's chest, and slid his hands inside Carlos' shirt, caressing his nipple and making him shiver.
Carlos was about to tell Alberto to stop when the girl interrupted once again. This time, she became embarrassed and blushed upon seeing Carlos there, being caressed by Alberto.
Alberto stopped what he was doing and gave her a deathly stare. "Leave it there, close the curtain, and only come back if you are called."
The order was given, and she left without even looking back in their direction. "Alberto," Carlos tried to argue.
"Shhh," Alberto whispered near his ear.
"I don't know what you did to me, little one, but I can't stay away from you anymore. I want you to be mine, let me stay by your side and make you happy."
Carlos felt a shiver run down his spine as he listened to Alberto speaking those words in his ear. His voice sounded huskier than usual, the stimulation of his nipple continued, and a low moan escaped his mouth.
Alberto continued his caresses, and Carlos rested his head on the taller man's shoulder, feeling his touches. Alberto undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Carlos came back to his senses and tried to stop him.
"We can't, we're not alone."
Alberto kissed his neck. "Relax, baby, no one comes here without my permission. The girl probably already told everyone what we're doing, so no one is stupid enough to come back here uninvited."
Carlos had doubts. He had never done anything like this with people so close by. He was about to say no but couldn't resist when he felt Alberto's touch on his member.
"Just don't make any noise. I don't want anyone hearing that delicious moan you have."
Carlos was about to say something but put his hand over his mouth when he felt Alberto's movement. Alberto kissed his neck and played with his ear while masturbating him. Carlos could feel Alberto's erection against his back, knowing he was just as turned on.
Alberto continued and claimed Carlos' lips when he noticed he was close to climaxing. He increased his movements and felt Carlos tighten his grip on his leg, his release spilling into Alberto's hand.
Carlos was panting, and Alberto had a satisfied smile on his face. He grabbed some napkins to clean up, while Carlos still rested his head on his chest, regaining his breath.
Carlos adjusted himself back into his chair, facing Alberto, who resumed drinking his whiskey. "What's wrong? Didn't you like it?" Alberto questioned Carlos.
"You know the answer, the question is why I always let myself be carried away by you."
Alberto smiled in satisfaction upon hearing what Carlos said and added, "And I hope you let yourself be carried away even more."
Carlos had no arguments. Looking at that beautiful man smiling in front of him made him question many things, especially why he couldn't say no to him and why he felt so good with Alberto. He could even dare say he felt happy, despite seeing all his control slipping away. Nevertheless, he felt safe and happy by Alberto's side.
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