Episode 10

Valentine.

My father had talked about a mission to go on, but I wasn't really in the mood to travel, but then I changed my mind and decided to take Pietro; he is an excellent employee.

On the way to the place, he starts talking about the kiss, and the image of the two of us comes to mind, and then I remember him kissing that idiot Iago, and it bothers me, knowing that that fake Mexican is in Italy bothers me. When they call at the hotel, I grab the key. Unfortunately, we'll have to share the small apartment. As soon as I walk in, I see that the place was tiny; my father must be kidding me.

Valentine: You can take the bed.

Pietro: We can share.

Valentine: I'm not sharing the bed with you.

Pietro: Then sleep on that tiny couch.

Valentine: We'll be on the mission. I want to go back to Italy as soon as possible.

Pietro: Me too, I hope Iago stays a few days.

Valentine: Mind your own damn business; I don't care about your personal life.

Pietro: What's the mission?

Valentine: Same as Mexico's.

Pietro: I already like it.

Valentine: We're going to the club in a bit, we better get ready.

He texts someone and then goes to get ready. After almost two hours, we leave the hotel and head to the club, easily getting in. The place was packed. Pietro went to the bar, and I followed him; I hated places like that.

Pietro: Are you gonna follow me around?

Valentine: You shouldn't be drinking, you're here on business and underage.

Pietro: We're going to work, get off my back.

I move away from him and look around the place; nothing strange was happening. After a while, I look over to where Pietro was, and he was chatting with a man, so I decide to approach.

Valentine: Let's go, Pietro.

Pietro: You can go; I'll be right behind you.

Valentine: No, you're coming with me now, actually.

Xxx: If it's expensive, let us enjoy the night.

Valentine: Don't interfere.

Pietro: You're drawing attention, Valentine.

Valentine: Let's get the hell out of here now, or do you want me to start cracking heads?

I whisper in his ear. He gets up and walks away in front of me, and I follow close behind. We don't say anything on the way, but as soon as we enter the apartment, Pietro transforms.

Pietro: What the hell was that?

Valentine: Lower your voice with me; I'm not your friend, I'm your boss.

Pietro: Go to hell, Valentine, you're crazy, I was almost getting the information and you messed it all up, damn it.

Valentine: You were flirting, that's what you were doing. You think I didn't see you putting your hand on the man's body with a straight face?

Pietro: For God's sake, I was gaining his trust.

Valentine: You're offering yourself up.

Pietro: And even if I were, what's it to you? If I wanted to, I could get all of Italy and the surrounding countries since, because of you, I'm not with Iago; I have to find someone else to have fun with.

Valentine: Shut your damn mouth.

Pietro: Come shut it if you're all that.

I don't know what came over me, but I crossed the room and pinned Pietro against the wall, grabbed his neck, and kissed him, a violent kiss; I was angry with her, but I was even angrier with myself. Pietro's kiss tasted like tequila.

I ask for passage with my tongue, and he opens his mouth. Without thinking straight about what I was doing, I intensified the kiss even more, tightening my grip on his neck a little, and the bastard lets out a moan of pleasure. I didn't know what was happening, but I wanted Pietro for myself, even though I didn't want to. After a while, we started to break the kiss for air, and he lightly bites my lip, and I get hard.

We stopped kissing, but I noticed one of my hands on his neck, while the other was on his waist. I was looking at him when he suddenly asks me a question I wasn't expecting.

Pietro: Are you gay or bi?

He looks at me waiting for the answer, and I don't know what to say; I slowly let go of him and move away. This was wrong; I couldn't risk anyone discovering my sexuality. I'm thinking about what to answer when I hear his voice again; I was with my back to him.

Pietro: Answer my question.

Valentine: I don't know what to say.

Pietro: The truth.

Valentine: I'm gay.

Pietro: I never would've imagined.

Valentine: I could say the same about you.

Pietro: Did you figure it out a long time ago?

Valentine: Yes.

Pietro: Why didn't you ever say anything or come out?

Valentine: Because in the mafia there is no place for people like us, not just in the mafia but in many places in the world.

Pietro: Are you ashamed to be gay?

I can't answer, because even I don't know the answer to Pietro's question. He'd never asked me that before. Am I ashamed of my sexuality?