FALLEN ANGEL

In these alleys, if you walk there it's because you know what you are looking for...

Many tourists get lost thinking they can find immoral entertainment easily and cheaply. But everything has a price...

Then, on the borders of this debauched district and those of ordinary mortals, you will find a bar that looks so clean and normal that it seems like an oasis in the middle of human shop windows: the Fallen Angel.

A very classy and modern atmosphere, European electro-lounge music and warm and welcoming lights. The exclusively male and rather mature clientele is welcomed by young, frail and freshly dressed boys. Smiling angels will warm your souls, but no more!

The angel team is led by Ritta, a transgender woman in her forties who watches over the good services and behaviors of her angels, but also to their well-being.

At the entrance the rules clearly state "You will only touch with your eyes" and the big-lug with a doberman face called Titus enforces it diligently.

It's behind the bar that officiates SweetHeart; cocktail à la carte or creation, it's as you wish, served with a smile and warm conversation!

His high-pitched and soft voice, his delicate and illuminated angel face, his soft and charming eyes, his shoulder-length hair, his slim and slender figure, his long smooth legs and his perfect skin.

In addition to its intoxicating beauty, SweetHeart with its smile and contagious good humor knows how to intoxicate your body and your soul. This makes him the favorite of the bar clientele and many men flock there every evening hoping for a smile and a good word from him.

Certainly the Fallen Angel belongs to this dubious neighborhood and necessarily belongs to the local mafia, but they do not sell human services or drugs there.

Moreover, the owner of the bar is unknown even to the employees. It is said that he would pass by two, three times a year pretending to be a client... But that's just a rumour.

Chapter I : Old Fashioned

Tonight, like six nights a week, SweetHeart, in mini shorts and black ankle boots topped with a tight white crop top on the back of which is inscribed the name of the bar, is busy collecting orders from the bars and the barroom and preparing beverages. After several hours of service, fatigue is felt but he keeps his smile and his good mood, showing the example to the rest of his server team.

It's the end of his shift, it's 5 a.m. and the bar is gradually emptying. He starts tidying up and preparing to close. With his back to the bar, putting away a few glasses, he sees in the reflection of the mirror that lines the back of the room a very tall, massive man, with black hair and eyes, staring at him firmly. An icy shiver runs through him, then he inhales deeply, plasters a smile on his face, turns around, and in his most charming voice says to him: "You are very late sir, we were almost closing. But don't worry, I'll take the time to prepare my best drink for you. Just for you !" By supporting the end of his tirade with a wink.

The man with the marble face and a deep, dark voice: "I can't wait to taste this drink, my angel! »

Although terribly uncomfortable with this strange character, SweetHeart does not lose his smile and his warmth. He activates himself, firmly determined not to tarnish the reputation of the Fallen Angel.

He pulls himself together, telling himself that he is no one to judge the appearance of others. Moreover, this man may have had a bad day, which earned him this gloomy look. The Fallen Angel is a refuge for those looking for a calm and warm place to forget the everyday ailments. This is what makes SweetHeart proud to work there! So, if this intimidating man wants a little respite and a quiet drink in the early morning, he is determined to do his best to make this moment pleasant!

He comes back to the man and places in front of him a classic but effective cocktail, the Old Fashioned, accompanied by a small ramekin of olives and a big smile.

The Man, who still hasn't displayed any emotion, raises an eyebrow, takes the glass and raises it to his lips. Without saying a word, the silence only broken by the background music, he savors his drink without taking his eyes off the bartender. Then he puts down a bill that is way too big for a cocktail, gets up and is about to leave when the pretty voice of SweetHeart interrupts him: "Mister your change! »

He turns around, admires the young man once again and blurts out to him, "For you, my angel!" »

His long legs dragging him outside.

Chapter II : Black Russian

At the back of one of his bars he inherited from his father, a dark windowless room, Black listens diligently to the report of his right-hand man Gale. Reviewing one by one the long list of its establishments: for such a drunken brawl, for another failing staff, … The names of the problem businesses are always somewhat the same. Indeed, Black was not his father's favorite and only inherited the most problematic cases unlike his brothers.

But he does not complain because thanks to the experience acquired, he has opened other, much more profitable businesses. Today, he is the richest and most respected brother!

When talking about his own creations, a name calls out to him because since he opened 4 years ago the report is always the same (RAS). Suddenly, finding it suspicious, he asks his employee "How long has it been since I visited the Fallen Angel?"

Gale, stopping his litany as he looked up from his tablet. He stares at his boss searching in his memory. Then, in the same weary tone, "you visited it twice the year it opened, that's all. »

This answer revives a certain parano in him, he asks "Who do we get the information and reports from this bar? »

Gale and his lascivious tone "Titus"

Black's brain does one trick, it's suspicious, tonight he will stop there.

A few hours later, just before dawn and his businesses close, it's Black's favorite moment for an inspection.

As usual, he walks towards the entrance of the bar after having parked his car a little further. A figure he knows well, his childhood friend to whom he gave a quiet little job a few years ago after a decade by his side, Titus.

The bouncer, surprised, smiles at him, so he puts his finger on his mouth with a wink, which his friend understands very well.

The giant then gives him his speech on the conditions of the bar and opens the door for him.

The room, the decorations, the atmosphere are always the same, the room is almost empty, the last customers getting ready to go home. He sees young boys in very short shorts tidying up and cleaning the tables.

Mechanically he goes towards the bar, but a few steps away, he stops as if struck down, behind the bar, from behind, a vision he will never be able to forget... Long, slender and sensual legs, porcelain skin, topped with very nice rounded buttocks. His mind immediately wanders. He sees his hand slipping from the ankles to the buttocks: "How soft this skin must be!" He told himself that his lips would be filled in the hollow of this thighs. A fine and well-defined waist; "My arm would fit the shape of this hips perfectly!" Slender, elegant hands and slender but firm arms. Shoulders so erotic, a slender and dignified neck.

Lost in his fantasy, he can only stare at this unexpected appearance.

Then the angel turns around, a magnificent face, pretty brown eyes, a warm gaze, luscious lips, a small nose, a narrow but well-defined torso, a flat and supple stomach and his thighs... Intoxicated by this vision and unable to take his eyes off the young man, he is surprised by his smile and his charming voice.

He still wonders when his feet made the last steps to the bar.

He remembers having stammered something and a cocktail is gently placed in front of him.

An Old Fashioned, his favorite beverage, is this angel a diviner?

Not only is he surprised to receive this precise cocktail, but he is even more surprised because his achievement is perfect.

Suddenly the hoarse and powerful voice of Titus resounds in the bar, signifying its closing and the music is stopped.

He would have liked to admire this adorable young man for hours more, but he remembers that he is not here for that.

He throws a bill on the bar and he will have to force himself to finally take his eyes off the bartender and head for the exit. When he interrupted him in his tracks, he had to resonate several times to not throw himself on him. "You can keep the change my angel, take everything! "he says to him.

As he leaves, he stops in front of his old friend, "What is the name of the bartender?" "Sweetheart," Titus replies cautiously.

A smile forming on his face, a warmth he had forgotten running through his body, he returned to his car chanting "SweetHeart, my SweetHeart…"

Chapter III : Smoked Monkeys

A few days later, still in that windowless room at the back of a "pick-up" bar called Smoked Monkeys, Black giving orders to his men, nothing out of the ordinary. When suddenly cries ring out from the room. By reflex, he and Black's men rush to the front of the bar where a war is raging. Hooded men destroy everything and beat up employees as customers try to flee, jostling for the exit.

The men in Black decide to throw themselves into battle; Gale grabbing a guy brandishing a chair intending to smash it on the bartender, knocks him to the ground and repeatedly kicks him in the head as his colleague, Marc, right behind him, smashes a table into two hooded looking to flee. Black is not left out, being himself in the process of pummeling another assailant while the rest of his men finish smashing or scaring away what remains of the enemy troop.

The fight only lasted a few minutes but the toll was heavy. The business is destroyed and half of the staff is no longer able to work, some being evacuated to the hospital.

Back at the back of the bar, Gale fiercely interrogates a man whose hood has been removed. His face swollen, the man refuses to speak despite the rain of blows he receives.

Black "Gale stop, I know who sent them." Black had recognized one of the assailants, one of his big brother White's men.

Black has three brothers, an older White and two younger twins Blue and Green. If he has little contact with the twins, they are still cordial. But there has always been great rivalry and deep enmity between the two eldest siblings.

Admittedly, when their father was alive, he maintained a certain understanding, but since his death things have degenerated... White is jealous and capricious, he loves Luxury and lust, but above all he is not good at managing business. Several of his businesses have gone bankrupt and he is crippled with debt. His younger brother's success was like gasoline on fire and his megalomania, paranoia and jealousy are now out of control.

Black who was trying to ignore his brother despite the many fights between his men and his, can't let it go. Its reputation and the loyalty of its staff are at stake.

Black: "Marc, call the men from the south quarter and go to one of my brother White's bars. Aim for the southern district."

Marc throws a questioning look at Gale but not daring to discuss his boss's orders, turns on his heels and leaves the room.

Gale with an expressionless face (as usual) "It will take several weeks of work before we can reopen this bar. Hoping not to receive a visit from the cops."

Black: "In the meantime, move my office to the Fallen Angel"

Gale stares at his boss, raising an eyebrow: "The Fallen Angel? Are you sure?"

Black "Would you doubt my choices?" glancing darkly at his employee who cowers into himself, stammering an "Yes sir."

Gale can only fear the reaction of his colleagues when he announces to them that they are going to settle in a gay bar… He also thinks that this will perhaps calm the ardor of some!

Chapter IV :

The Smoked Monkeys attack has been on everyone's lips in the neighborhood for several days. Although the angels generally feel little concerned by this kind of news, the arrival of unknown men dressed in black and gradually settling in the room which dominates the barroom generates a certain tension. Also, Titus is tense, Ritta rarely comes out of the kitchen and the staff room, avoiding any contact with these men.

Curious and worried, the angels mandate Delhi to ask what is going on to Ritta. The oldest of them, a cold and fatal beauty with an icy stare. But when he asks the oldest of the team, she kicks in touch with a "You'll see what it's all about when it's time for you to find out!"

Although the team is restless over these new faces, life goes on at the Fallen Angel.

In the early morning, just after the bar closes, Titus and Ritta are called to the upstairs room and the angels are asked to finish the end-of-service tidying up and wait at the bar.

The obedient angels, although stressed, quietly tidy up, change and return to the room to sit at the bar, awaiting instructions.

The room remains silent, an electric and unusual atmosphere for these boys who are used to working in a warm atmosphere. Ritta and Titus have been able to create cohesion in the team, they behave like a family.

After some waiting the upper door finally opens, a column of men in black accompanied by Titus and Ritta descend. Ritta comes to stand between them while Titus steps slightly to the side in front of them (as if to protect them). What does not reassure the boys with the terrified glance.

A tall dark man with steely eyes steps forward, SweetHeart recognizes him immediately, he is the strange man who had been there a few weeks ago and had been served an Old Fashioned. Very surprised but also terrified, he wonders who he can be and why he is there.

The impressive man begins to speak in a deep and hoarse voice in front of the petrified angels:

"My name is Black, I am the owner of this establishment." Seeing the face of the angels crestfallen after this sentence he adds "I guess you have heard of the attack of the Smoked Monkeys which I also own. My office was in this establishment, being out of use I decided to settle here."

The shocked angels turn to a disgusted Titus and Ritta…

Black continues "I will not interfere in the management of this bar because that of Ritta and Titus is irreproachable. I won't cop you either, I'm too busy. My men and I will be discreet especially during opening hours and will pass exclusively through the back door. I hope you continue to work as you are used to. I only ask one thing of you: silence! no one must know that I am here."

The disconcerted angels nod in agreement with a vague "yes sir".

Black, not knowing how to warm up the atmosphere, he didn't want to scare the boys. He's not used to working with such delicate beings, his men being thugs he just barks at.

"I thank you for listening and wish you a safe return home."

The angels stammer a thank you, grab their things and try to flee as quickly as possible, when they are stopped by the voice of their boss. They freeze and turn back to him. In a deep voice turning to one of the angels "Your name is SweetHeart isn't it?" The Fallen Angel bartender seems to shrink as Mimi (one of his colleagues) clings to his arm. He straighten and stammers "yes sir." Black not taking his eyes off him "can you give me a moment and come to my office please?"

The angels look at their friends with pity and fear, Ritta looks intensely at Titus seeking help but he looks helpless. Young Mimi, low in retreat and with a dejected air, lets go of his friend's arm.

SweetHeart, determined not to worry his colleagues and friends, plasters a smile on his face and in a calm voice "Of course sir, I follow you". He flashes a smile behind him, wanting to be the most reassuring and follows the dark man into his office.

Chapter V : French Love

Black enters first and holds the door for the young man, pointing to the sofa next to the desk.

The boy carefully sat down on the latter, he remained very straight with his hands clasped together. Black, taken aback by the young man's visible tension, sat down next to him hoping to appear more human and less terrifying. But the angel tenses even more, now he panics. Black thinks to himself "well done you completely terrified him!"

A little awkward, looking for the softest tone he can produce "Don't worry, I mean you no harm, quite the contrary."

SweetHeart, who had been looking down at his feet, raises his head and stares at him questioningly. Black, reveling in the sight, attempts a vague smile. Even the skin covered with fabrics, he finds the boy very to his taste and at this distance, the perfume and the manners of the young man rekindle his desire. He said to himself "his pretty voice moaning my name in the middle of the night would be the sweetest music…"

He had never been so upset by someone, he was literally intoxicated by this young man. He had to fight with all his strength not to pull him towards him and lock him in his arms. Longing made his eyes gleam, making his heart rate quicken. It's dangerous, how long can he contain himself?

SweetHeart, confused by the rapid changes of emotions in the man's gaze, questioned "What can I do for you sir?"

Black pulling himself together "I guess you remember me? I passed a few weeks ago." To which the angel nods. He continues "I was pleasantly surprised by the choice of cocktail and its realization".

Black taking a break SweetHeart confirms "The Old Fashioned? It is a classic and sophisticated cocktail. I don't judge anyone on their appearance but I thought, by your style, you would like it."

Black smiled at the rekindled memory. "You're right my angel! and this Old Fashioned is the best I have been served"

This remark gave balm to the bartender's heart, proud of himself, he smiles and seems happy with his boss's praise.

Seeing the angel relax, Black, still troubled by him, continues "You see, the bartender is the key to success in a bar, if the alcohol and the service are bad the customers do not come back. Unfortunately, I have few good bartenders. When I saw your skills I had an idea: to have a referent / trainer by whom novice bartenders would pass before being assigned a position. And I was thinking of offering you this position. The Fallen Angel is a model of good management that I would like to spread in all my establishments. I know that the concept is precise and that is what this business is known for, but I desperately need qualified personnel. What do you think?"

Happy with the praise given to his bar and himself, interested and proud of the proposal made by his boss, but also surprised that he asked his opinion. The angel with illuminated eyes "Sir, I am very proud of the Fallen Angel, of my colleagues, of our way of working and especially of my work as a bartender. I would be honored to help other bartenders learn the trade!"

Overjoyed, drinking in every word SweetHeart said and not taking his eyes off him, Black thanked him. "It is very late, or early! I'll take you home." The angel tries to refuse but Black ignores it, determined not to lose a single opportunity to take advantage of his angel's presence. He exits his office through the back door, dragging SweetHeart out and into the back of a sedan. Up front, the driver and passenger (Black's men) remain silent, unaware of what is happening in the back. Nodding only at the address indicated by the young man.

Black takes advantage of this extra time to glean information about his lover.

"How old are you ?"

"I'm 22 sir."

"You don't live nearby! Do you have no problems going home in the morning? it looks dangerous."

"Not at all sir! I take the first bus which is always deserted and at this hour the streets are empty and safe.

"Your parents don't tell you anything about your schedules?"

"I live alone sir and I see my parents very little. My friends and those who are important to me all work at the Fallen Angel.

They continue their conversation, Black asking questions and SweetHeart answering him sincerely.

Softened by this simple young man, Black is a little upset to have arrived so quickly. He would have liked his men to be less effective this time!

He opens the door and goes out, firmly deciding to walk his angel to his door. This panicked the front passenger who immediately got out after him.

SweetHeart, amazed and not understanding Black's actions: "I live right there sir. Thank you for accompanying me and wishing you a safe return." He looks at his motionless boss, turns on his heels and quickly rushes into his building. Running home, he quickly and double-closes the door of his accommodation and collapses on the ground, his back to his door, letting out a long sigh.

Chapter VI : Tequila Sunrise

The next day, when he arrives at his workplace, SweetHeart is mobbed by his colleagues who ask him if he is okay and what happened. So he explains to them that Mr. Black has offered him a job as a trainer for the novice bartenders he employs.

The reassured angels congratulate their colleague under the calm gaze of Ritta.

Just before service, Black enters the bar and greets his employees, asks SweetHeart to bring him a drink before service, and goes up with his men to his new office. He said it; he intends to be as discreet as possible during the opening hours of the Fallen Angel.

Lulu, a tall, heavily made-up boy sporting a gorgeous pink mane, tells SweetHeart: "Wonder what it looks like up there now! Are there weapons hanging on the walls and an aquarium full of piranhas?" His bartender friend bursts out laughing while preparing the requested drink. "No, none of that! just a desk, two chairs and a couch!"

Lulu a little disappointed "Is the sofa comfortable" giving him a wink and an indecent pout. Ignoring the scabrous innuendo of his colleague, he takes the tray on which he has just put a cocktail and a ramekin and takes the stairs to the upstairs room.

Arriving at the door, he knocks gently and one of the men whose name he does not know opens the door. He enters and is surprised to see all the men in the room exiting the back door, leaving him alone with their leader. SweetHeart, slightly uncomfortable, walks over to the desk and places the contents of the tray there. Black, who hasn't taken his eyes off him since he entered, raises an eyebrow and in his hoarse voice "An Old Fashioned and olives, that reminds me of something!" smiling.

SweetHeart smiled at his boss' quip and said "you don't change a winning team!"

Black "Indeed, can I ask you to bring this to me every night before the service?"

SweetHeart "Of course!" With a smile on his lips, he greets him and leaves the room.

Black, having had his dose of balm to the heart, reaches for the glass and brings it to his lips, whispering "thank you my pretty little angel"

In the barroom the service began, as usual, the angels smiling and simpering at the customers, picking up the orders and bringing them to the bar or the kitchen. SweetHeart behind the bar and Ritta in the kitchen working at breakneck speed to get food and drinks out quickly.

With his quick and agile step, Sunny, the youngest of the angels and the smallest, very introverted, takes orders and serves them, but lets his elders entertain the customers. Placing a smile on his face, he takes his order to a regular named David. This client is well known for outrageously flirting with servers. He was also called to order several times by Titus. Rumors are swirling that he has already put angels in his bed!

Sunny doesn't like him, but he does his job. Placing the glass in front of him, he wishes him a good tasting and flees before the latter can say a word to him. David is frustrated that he was unable to start the discussion with him! He shrugs and decides to flirt with Delhi.

Lulu, as usual, brings a glass of water to Titus which he places on a high table at the entrance, dropping a "Hey handsome, don't get dehydrated!" which still leaves the giant embarrassed.

In short, the employees of the Fallen Angel strictly apply what their boss asks them by not showing anything.

Chapter VII : Monaco

A few hours after the opening of the Fallen Angel, as usual, Gale enumerated the long list of businesses belonging to their boss and listed the problems.

Marc, returning from an outing ordered by Black with a few men, enters the room through the back door and says, "Boss, Titus just told me he spotted a cop posing as a client!"

Gale stops short "Is he sure about that? The cops aren't smart enough to pick up a mafia in a gay bar!"

"This old guard dog would sniff a cop two miles away… Tomorrow put discreet cameras in the room, the toilets, in front of the door and above all don't forget the bar!" Growls Black.

Gale is not fooled, he has noticed his employer's strange behavior towards the little bartender, so the latter's last thought makes him raise an eyebrow. Indeed, He doesn't seem to lean towards that side too! Until then, he had only seen him with girls from the brothels they run. He knows that before he arrived under his command, Ritta was one of his favorites… He notes in the corner of his brain that it would be strategic to get closer to the boy, especially if the latter manages to get the attention from their leader!

Leaving through the back door, Marc seeing Gale lost in thought approaches him and presses him against the wall of the hallway leading to the stairs. "Hey, we're still on duty, get your hands off!" grumble the man with glasses. "Can I come to your room tonight?" murmurs Marc with a smile. "Even if I tell you no, you'll still come.." coldly looking at his cadet.

Yes, Marc and Gale fooled around from time to time to relieve their physiological needs. Since they live in a roommate with three other of their colleagues, it was easier than going to a brothel and cheaper than paying a prostitute. No feelings or commitment, simple and effective!

Tonight, SweetHeart begins his work as a trainer. A young man who doesn't like the aesthetics of the bar at all arrived shortly before the opening, his name is Ruddy. Together, Ritta and Titus exempted the novice from mini shorts. The guy is at least six feet tall and larger than Titus…that would have been ridiculous. Nevertheless, they found him black pants and a white shirt with a black apron on which is written "RECRU".

The regulars of the establishment seem very surprised to see this man behind the bar, but in the end end up concentrating on the freshly dressed waiters.

Ruddy doesn't look very comfortable but SweetHeart told him that his training would only last a few days and that he would be sent to a more "conventional" facility.

However, the rookie still seems very suspicious of his trainer, discussing everything he tries to teach him. SweetHeart is upset, Ruddy's formation is very difficult on top of the Fallen Angel's usual serve. This didn't make it easy for him at all.

Around 2 a.m., when the service is in full swing, the bartender turns around looking for his apprentice, not seeing him, he inspects the room… nothing! He grabs Sunny on the way "Have you seen Ruddy?" "I saw him go to the toilet," he replies, taking away a tray full of glasses.

SweetHeart has no time, orders are constantly falling, he gives up and continues his work. After an hour the big boy comes back "Where were you?" asks the bartender. "Why? Are you my mother?!" sarcastically.

SweetHeart, taken aback, looks at him cautiously, but returns to his activities.

Several times he will ask Ruddy to help him, but Ruddy will do as he pleases and send him off in a very unkind way.

It's 4 a.m. and Ruddy disappears again but won't reappear.

The bartender is very shocked by the behavior of his apprentice, it's the first time he has to train someone, he was so happy about it. This evening leaves a bitter taste...

Chapter VIII : White Lady

In the early morning, after the bar closes, Ritta as usual gives everyone a sandwich that she has prepared herself and a fruit juice. The lady still behaves like a mom to the rest of her acolytes. She lives in a small apartment above the bar and for whom this place and those who work there are her whole life. So she decides to give some to the men in the upstairs room as well, but doesn't dare speak to them directly. She therefore mandates SweetHeart, who has been there several times.

SweetHeart, though still uncomfortable in front of the men in black and crumpled from his first night as a trainer, gathers up his courage and the basket Ritta hands him. He bravely climbs the stairs and knocks on the door. As before, a man opens and lets him in. Black, pleasantly surprised "Is the service over? I did not see the time pass!"

SweetHeart in street clothes: "Yes sir. Ritta always prepares us a little snack for our return journey and she prepares some for you too." By taking the sandwiches and drinks and distributing them to the delighted men.

After the distribution, he greets them and heads for the door. Black looked for an excuse to arrest him, but found nothing and had to, spite, let him get away. He has noticed that the young man looked a little downcast and is worried about it.

When SweetHeart descends, only Ritta and Titus are left, with the other angels already gone. "Ritta, you just won the hearts of many men tonight!"

The woman smiled "how are you?" He forces a smile "Don't worry I saw others!" heading for the exit. He greets Titus and goes out into the empty street.

Black, still thinking of a way to approach him, follows him. He planted his men on the pretext that he wanted to return by his own means and descended into the alley next to the bar. Himself not understanding his actions, the pretty SweetHeart looked sad and tired, so he just impulsively followed. At a certain distance and the most discreet, he reviews in his mind what he could say or pretend without panicking the young man or appearing suspicious.

Suddenly, a scruffy man calls out to the angel who turns, recognizing him. Black is too far away to hear what they are saying, but he sees his angel take his wallet and hand a wad of cash to the man who takes them and leaves.

Black is shaken, he doesn't understand, who is this man? Why did SweetHeart give him money? Why is his angel doing this? He watches his angel walk away. Then he began to walk quickly towards his car.

Once back home. He remains motionless, staring blankly, for a few minutes. Then smash a vase with a punch. Anger, frustration, incomprehension, … emotions flare up and he can't control anything.

A few hours later, after a not very restful sleep, populated by a young bartender in short shorts whispering his name in a high-pitched voice. Sitting in his kitchen he wonders "Since when did I become a kid's mangy dog?" he laughs to himself "I didn't lick my own dad's boots I'm not going to kneel for that little whore!" A bitter taste in his mouth, a knot in his stomach, he gets up, gets dressed and leaves to find his men.

Before the establishment opens, as requested, SweetHeart goes up to Black's office with the cocktail and the olive ramekin. If the day before the exchange was warm, today the atmosphere is icy. Black doesn't look up at him, doesn't even speak to him. The henchmen are rigid and silent. The atmosphere in the room is heavy. In short, he does what he has to do and leaves quickly.

Black failed to concentrate, causing Gale to repeat several times asking if he was okay, to which he would just bark at him. He had never been so shaken! He no longer recognizes himself. He had to struggle so hard not to talk to him, not to look at him. He does not take his eyes off the screen displaying the images from the bar camera… How did this little scoundrel pull it off?!

Black tried to blame the little bartender, but in the end only managed to blame himself.

Has he gone mad?

Crazy, completely irascible! For several days, he has been following the young man in the early morning, walking silently from a distance.

And then the same man again... Crazy with jealousy, a ball of rage in his stomach, he decides to approach when suddenly the man insults the angel and throws him violently to the ground. The rage nourished by his heart turning into fury, he runs towards the man and strikes him a blow with all his might. The man, unbalanced, backs up painfully and flees. Wanting to chase after her, he is stopped by SweetHeart's sobs. All the hate that was invading him suddenly disappeared. He squats down and delicately picks up the young man, snuggling him up in his arms "it's OK, you're safe, I'm here"

Chapter IX : Grand Sour

Seeking information on the activities of the White and Black brothers and following the attacks on several bars in the southern district. Inspector Erick Saint-Vincent, an old veteran of the police force nearing retirement, follows one of his rantings which made the rest of his colleagues laugh a lot. It is certain that Black is hiding in a gay bar in the northern district. A mobster of the caliber of brother Black in a small gay bar.. That's crazy!

But Erick is determined, so he decides to pose as an old pervert who has come to ogle young boys in a bar called the Fallen Angel.

He's been snooping around the bar for several days, but apart from the bulldog at the entrance, there's no trace of a gangster. Nevertheless, he finds a certain charm in this place, the alcohol and the food are good and the service is impeccable. He finds some of the boys pretty cute even if he doesn't lean that way!

He inspected the bar well and came spotted by days. He thinks that at the end of the stairs leading upstairs is a room that is connected to a door that opens into the back alley. He thinks it's all about that.

Suddenly, a slightly tipsy customer causes a scandal in this bar with peaceful habits. The big-lug in the entrance scratched his hand when he took the guy out and was bleeding profusely, forcing him to go and seal his wound in the toilet before getting blood everywhere. Erick jumps at the chance and leaves the bar, rushing quietly to the back alley. The bouncer always looked askance at him, he had never dared to venture there during the bar opening hours.

He arrives in front of the door but nothing, everything is silent. He decides to hide behind a trash can in the shadow of an electric pylon. After several minutes, the door opens letting two men in black escape, sliding quickly towards the main street. He immediately recognizes one of them, a tall man with glasses, Black's right hand.

Erick gloated, he knew it! Black and his men are here!

Chapter X: Singapore Sling

Returning home, Sweetheart sobbing in his arms, Black went straight to his bedroom and gently laid the precious boy on his bed. He took off his shoes and his coat, chanting reassuring words to him. He nursed his scraped knees and bruised wrist. But the young man's sobs did not stop.

He lay down hugging it, not too tightly, treating it like the most precious and fragile thing he's ever touched. Each tear rolling down his angel's cheeks like a stab in his heart. SweetHeart finally calmed down after a long time. Black, let him come to his senses in silence, stroking his hair and face, smiling warmly at him. Then, the angel began to talk about himself, seeing that he needed to say his piece, Black listened in silence to his little trembling voice:

"I tried to be there for him, I give him half my salary to pay off his gambling debts, but it's never enough! As usual, he's sweet and says "my dear brother" when he needs me and then calls me a slutty gay… My parents are no better, they only remember me when they need money. I give them almost everything I have! For several days, my only meal has been Ritta's sandwich!" a few tears started to roll down his cheeks.

Black, finally understanding the situation, feeling stupid and helpless. He was so sorry and sad. He would never treat him like that, he would protect him and keep him just for himself...

In his hoarse voice "What's your brother's name?" The exhausted, half-asleep angel "Stephen"

Listening to the deep breathing of his sleeping angel in his arms, Black with gleaming eyes decided that he wouldn't let anyone hurt his angel again! Engraving the name of the brother in his memory he decided to act. He closed his eyes, clutching SweetHeart tightly, promising himself never to let it fly away.

Later, after several hours of sleep, Black, his eyes open, not daring to move for fear of waking the adorable sleeping boy in his arms. Delighting in this vision, he had never been so happy.

He gazes down at the boy's perfect face, his small hand clutching his shirt to his chest. He feels his cheeks warming up, his lips not wanting to stop smiling "My beautiful angel" he whispers to him.

Then SweetHeart opened his eyes to a black man with an intense gaze fixed on him. The arms of the latter and his broad and warm torso giving him a feeling of security and calm. Not wanting to remember the events that led him to this position, he wonders as he stares at his boss. Why is he so nice to me?

After a moment of staring at themself, Black asks him, "Are you hungry?" The boy nodded and they woke up. Black gives the young man a towel and one of his shirts and shows the bathroom direction.

Entering the main room of the accommodation after washing, he comes across this impressively built man, the veins bulging from his large muscular arms while he is cooking.

Black sensing a presence behind him turns on a SweetHeart in his shirt, so big for him it makes a dress. He finds it so adorable that he finds it hard to contain himself and quickly turns around "It's almost close, sit down!"

SweetHeart, tilts his head slightly to one side, he could have sworn he saw his chief's cheeks blush…He shrugs and sits down. He can't help but stare at the elements around him. The room is simple, clean and sophisticated. Modern with just the right amount. "It's like being at Ikea in the "bachelor pads" section lol" he said to himself. Which made him smile.

A bowl of soup and a plate containing toast, beans and two fried eggs are placed in front of him. "Looking at him more closely, Black is quite charming," he observes, scanning his square sharp jawline, his black hair graying slightly at the temples, his deep intense gaze and the small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. If the face of this man lets nothing show, his eyes sell everything that happens in his brain and he finds it cute.

After the meal, SweetHeart insists on helping Black clean up. Then, after doing the dishes, he thinks it's time to go home. "Mr. Black, thank you again and I'm so sorry about all of this."

Black smiled "Mister? That was my dad, just call me Black!"

SweetHeart "You are my employer sir!"

Black "At the Fallen Angel on your working hours I'm your boss. Outside, I'm just Black"

SweetHeart smiled "Thanks again Black. I'm going home now, I've bothered you enough." Then he walks towards the entrance, but the tall man steps in and with some panic in his voice "You don't bother me at all. You can stay longer, we will go to work together."

SweetHeart is troubled by this man's behavior, why does he want him to stay so badly?

"But I have to go home to change!"

Black "I was thinking of going shopping because I need shirts. Do you want to come with me? We can buy you a change."

SweetHeart tries to refuse, this is really not the time for him to spend money. And then, go shopping with his boss… But Black insists, so he gives in. He is too tired, he no longer wants to think and lets himself be guided by a great man who, at first glance, may seem terrifying, but who knows how to be gentle and patient. Even if he is very insistent!

A few hours later, they return to Black's apartment, with Black carrying several bags and setting them on the table. In the end, Black kept filling a basket of cute clothes for SweetHeart buying nothing for him. Of course the young man protested, especially when Black refused to let him pay.

Sitting at the table with a glass of cold water "Black, you spoil me too much! When am I going to wear all these clothes?"

Black "Well, when we go to a restaurant, when we go for a walk or just at home."

The circumspect young man tilts his head to the side, frowning... He doesn't understand...

Black's phone rings, he answers cutting off the conversation. His men are on their way to pick him up. SweetHeart goes to the bedroom to change and Black decides to go and freshen up in the bathroom.

SweetHeart is extremely agitated by his boss' behavior. For several days he has been cold and distant and suddenly he begins to treat him like the apple of his eye! He is only the bartender of one of his many bars. Why does he seem so concerned about the fate of one of his employees? Ever since they woke up, he's been acting like they're a couple?!! And then, why is he talking about going to a restaurant or whatever? It's really weird.. he thinks that if it wasn't his boss, he'd ghost him! What situation did he put himself in?! He really doesn't need that right now!

Chapter XI : Side Car

Arriving at his workplace, Lulu with an exuberant look and an always jovial mood, greets his colleagues. Seeing Titus' bandaged hand, he asks "How's your hand?"

The day before the giant had damaged his hand throwing out a drunkard and Lulu had rushed to the bathroom after him with the first aid kit to help him.

"My hand is fine, it's just a small injury, we won't see anything in a few days. Next time don't give up on your post, I can handle it on my own."

Always smiling despite the bouncer's remark "When I hurt myself falling, you also gave up on your job to help me" Lulu reminds him. He winks at him and quickly walks to the staff room to get into his gear.

Lulu's behavior puzzles Titus. The other boys are afraid of him and rarely speak to him. He is aware of his big hands with twisted fingers and scars from beating people, his face distorted by the beatings he has received. He knows his appearance is quite terrifying to his young ones. So he is still confused by this boy's attitude towards him.

When Lulu arrives in the room where the angels change, he notices the red marks on SweetHeart's wrist and the bandages on his knees. "He got his nerves on you again?" he told him in a soft tone. He takes knee-high socks and a matching mitten from his locker and hands them to him. The bartender takes them, thanking his friend with a look. Lulu and SweetHeart were in middle school together, they attended the same class.

Ruddy enters the room, sees the naked boys and growls "Seriously!" looking away. The man's thoughts are seriously beginning to get on Delhi's nerves, and he throws at him on the fly "Would the sight of our voluptuous bodies make you change sides?" which made the angels laugh around. Glancing at the eldest, Ruddy clicks his tongue and walks out. "He's seriously starting to annoy me, I can't wait for them to send him elsewhere!" Delhi declares, glaring at the door the apprentice has just passed through.

SweetHeart is very upset by Ruddy's behavior and feels guilty for the poisonous atmosphere he brings with him.

As usual, SweetHeart walks carrying a tray containing a glass and a ramekin into Black's office, gently placing him on his desk. The men in black have escaped to the back door, their boss not taking his eyes off him. "Are you OK my angel?" Black asks him. He doesn't mind being called by cute little names, but coming from his boss with a possessive adjective in front of it, it bothers him. "I'm fine thank you," he said with a smile, hugging the empty tray to him. But his employer obviously does not seem to want to let him go. "If something is wrong you can always come and tell me. I would always listen to you, you know?"

SweetHeart doesn't know what to think about it, he would never dare to report another employee. So he smiles, looks up at the tall man sitting behind the desk, and says, "Thank you very much. I'm fine, I'm just a little tired!" He's surprised to see Black get up and walk around the desk. The man pulls him into his arms hugging him naturally against his broad chest. SweetHeart, mortified by this behavior, remains motionless. Black kisses the top of his head and in his softest voice "good luck my beautiful angel, if there is anything come see me." and he releases it. Red-cheeked and completely confused, the bartender rushes out of the room and tries to pull himself together as quickly as possible by racing towards the bar.

Chapter XII : Expresso Martini

Sitting at the table where he now has his habits, with the entrance, the stairs leading upstairs and the bar in his field of vision, Erick continues to watch for the slightest trace or information on the actions of Black and his men.

Now that he's sure Black is there, he's convinced that the staff know, too. He has to get closer to one of the servers to extract information, the hardest part being not to get busted. He is wary of the cerberus who manages the entrance because he does not hesitate to bluntly kick out anyone who tries to sow discord in his bar!

He has been trying to sympathize for several days with the waiter who takes care of his table. A tall boy with a marble face and icy eyes. He looks a little older than the others, so he feels a little less guilty for hitting on him.

"Good evening sweetie, we've been seeing each other every night for a few weeks but I still don't know your name!"

Delhi, his cold smile, his gaze full of disdain, faces him. He is used to old perverts, he knows how to play with them and make them consume. He takes on a honeyed and condescending voice "My name is Delhi sir. And what should I call you."

To tell the truth, he doesn't give a damn about the man's name, he just wants him to give up as much money as possible when it comes to the bill and above all to leave him a good tip.

"My name is Erick, I would be thrilled if someone as beautiful as you said my name!"

Keeping his stony smile: "Erick? That's a pretty name! So my sweet Erick, what can I do for you?" He approaches the old man and puts his hand on his shoulder. Delhi knows that this kind of customer likes physical contact even though it is forbidden. Let's say that as long as it comes from the waiters, Titus doesn't say anything.

Erick finds the weight of this hand on his shoulder very pleasant, he can't help looking at the young man's long, well-shaped legs. From his first visit he was troubled by the beauty of this particular server. No, he doesn't like men! But it costs nothing to enjoy the view!

Of course, Gale and his lynx eye have seen the cop's little game thanks to the surveillance cameras and shows the screen to his boss. "As soon as the bar starts to empty, call this waiter here," Black orders his right hand.

A few hours later, shortly before the bar closes, Gale sends a message to Titus asking him to get Delhi upstairs in the office.

Delhi is somewhat destabilized but shows nothing. He wonders what they want from him.

Black bluntly "Hello, what is your name?"

"My name is Delhi sir." in a calm voice.

Black "The regular customer at table 5, do you know him well?"

"No more sir, I know his name is Erick that's all." responds Delhi.

Black gauges him for a few seconds, then continues "I'm not going to go around Delhi, this man is a cop." Seeing the waiter's gaze become even more frozen than usual. So he pulls out a huge wad of cash and drags it across the desk to the waiter "I need his silence!"

Delhi understands what is being asked of him, the man in front of him is not only his boss, but also one of the biggest mafiosos in the area. In addition, the pile of money in front of him is very tempting. So with his dead smile he takes the money "It's understood sir!"

He shoves the wage into the small service bag at his waist, greets his boss and leaves quickly. He decides to clean a few tables so as not to look suspicious and then rushes to his locker to hide the money.

Ritta asks him what happened and he replies that he was asked for customer information.

All the rest of the time separating him from his bed he will convince himself "If I'm going to have bad one-night stands, as long as it's profitable! Kill two birds with one stone! And then it's not very complicated to make an old pervert cop kneeling before me, I've already had tougher!"

Chapter XIII : Red Lion

David enters a bookstore where he has his habits. This 31-year-old Thai-French mixed blood is a business lawyer. He earns a very good living, especially since he is self-employed. No boss and no need to share the winnings. This allows him to satisfy his two passions: to flirt with cute boys in the evening in order to put one or more of them in his bed, and to run through bookstores, libraries and book fairs. Yes, you can be a playboy and a bibliophile!

As usual, he heads for the back of the bookstore where the science fiction section is. David is an absolute fan of Asimov, Orwell, Clarke or even Herbert.

He grabs a book by Liu Cixin from the shelf and begins to read the back cover. He vaguely hears the shop door open but ignores it, his mind focused on the summary of the book in his hands.

But a movement makes him look up. At the end of the aisle, a young boy whom he recognizes immediately. Small and frail, a small straight nose, high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes and a thin little mouth. Sunny, the Fallen Angel's stealth little server!

The opportunity is too good, he always wanted to talk to this boy but never succeeded. He finds it very much to his liking!

The boy stands on tiptoes, interested in a book on a high shelf. David, determined not to lose this great opportunity to reproduce a sweet scene of Asian drama, comes to stand behind him and grabs the coveted book. Sunny turns around, cloistered between the shelving and the man, he looks up and, recognizing him, quickly takes the book in his hand and kicks him in the shin!

David folds, rubbing his poor leg in pain "I just wanted to help you and this is how you thank me?"

"I didn't ask you sir!" replies Sunny cruelly

"Usually when someone helps you you have to say thank you!" responds David outraged

"Is this what the servers of the Fallen Angel are taught? besides, I am very surprised to find an angel in this bookstore!"

This last remark insinuating that the angels sound uneducated, amplifying his displeasure "All the staff of the Fallen Angel can read and write sir!" the little waiter pointed out to him in a cold voice.

David straightened up and gave him his most flirtatious smile and waving his hands in front of him, trying to calm the exchange "Ola, Ola! I didn't mean to offend you, pretty Sunny. Sorry I expressed myself badly! I meant that we are a long way from the northern district where your bar is located!"

Sunny not letting himself be fooled "The Fallen Angel is my place of work no domicile sir" He looks at him harshly, then goes under his arm with the aim of quickly reaching the cash register.

But the much taller man catches up with him and grabs his arm, forcing him to turn around. By releasing his greatest acting game to him "Wait my angel, you are not going to plant me like that after having unfairly bruised me!"

Sunny is absolutely unaffected by the risky comedy played by this man. On the contrary, he begins to be extremely annoyed.

David suddenly looks down at the book in the hands of the little waiter "Werber's Ants?! I love this book!" he exclaims.

Sunny, telling himself that he was really unlucky today when he came across this fanatic, is still surprised that he knows this kind of reading. Indeed, he sees him reading suspicious magazines more than books…

So David continues by showing him what he has in his hands "I took this book by Liu Cixin, it is the second part of the trilogy. Even if it is not easy to read with all the scientific terms, I am addicted to it! Do you like sci-fi?"

The boy calms down a bit, he has already read this author's saga and thinks the same thing. He hesitates but replies "Without spoilers, the third volume is the best. Yes, I really like sci-fi."

David smiles like a kid in front of a packet of candy and begins to ask him if he has read this or that book and what he thought of it. Seeing him absorbed and excited in his reading summaries and finding his point of view very interesting, Sunny gets carried away by the conversation. For an hour they will discuss their reading while strolling between the shelves, picking up books here and there.

They arrive at the checkout and pay for their purchases without ceasing to discuss. Once in the street, Sunny looked at the time "Oh, it's already late! I have to go to work."

So David, delighted to have been able to talk about his passion with another aficionado, tries "Could we still talk about books together?" he pauses looking at the suspicious young man "I guess asking for your phone number is too personal, but can we exchange emails?"

Sunny is divided, he shouldn't trust him. Not only is he a regular customer of the place where he works, but he is also a notorious Don Juan. Nevertheless he appreciated his exchange with him. His only friends are the Fallen Angel staff and most of them haven't opened a book since high school…So he has no one to talk to about his readings." It's just my email address, at worst I put it in spam!" he says to him

Under his greedy eyes, David sees the young boy take out his phone with an "OK"

Chapter XIV: Pussyfoot

The animosity between the Fallen Angel server team and new bar recruit Ruddy doesn't get better. The homophobic and disobliging remarks of the apprentice stir up the anger and discontent of the angels. Ritta tried to appease the situation by being nice to the young man, but he treated her like a nobody… Sweetheart doesn't know what to do, the situation stresses him. He feels guilty.

So he figures it's time to have a talk with Ruddy. After the service where once again he has either disappeared or been lazy, the bartender leads his apprentice into the shed.

After taking a deep breath to give himself courage, he gently explains to him, "Listen Ruddy, I am well aware that you have absolutely no desire to end up in a gay bar and that just the fact of working with us disturbs. But no one here wants to hurt you. I'm sincerely trying to teach you how to be a bartender. So I would just ask you to be involved in your training and respect the staff at the venue please."

The man giggles and says "If not what? With your girlish physique, what are you going to do? Seriously, I really had to find myself in a gay whore bar!"

This last remark makes the angel usually very calm, mad with rage. It's no problem to insult him, but not the angels, not his friends!

"Who the fuck you think you are?" he explodes. "Do you seriously think a dirty little wanker who's only ever known his right hand scares me?" With a nervous chuckle, he continues, "You're just a poor failure, you don't know how to do anything, not even a basic cocktail. You're so bad that you've been sent here to finally teach you something. But you're so stupid that in the end you'll leave as bad as before! And what do you believe? That gangsters will have scruples about firing you because you don't know anything about your job and you're making them lose money?"

Ruddy takes the full force of sweetheart's fury, feeling insulted and since he obviously has no answer, he pushes him suddenly, the unbalanced angel falls to the ground. The recruit throws himself on him and raises his fist in order to crush it on the young man.

"Gale, did you send Marc, Jack and Ricky to show up at other bars like I asked you."

Gale, sitting across from him, watching the security screens set up on the wall to his right "Yes sir. Your scheme looks like it's working, the cops think we're still in the South Quarter." Black asked Gale to send the men best known as his lieutenants to show up at other bars owned by him in the Southside. The goal is to keep the police away from them as much as possible.

Suddenly Gale lets out a "Strange!"

Black going back to staring at the screens "What did you see?"

Gale "The bartender just dragged the rookie into the shed sir."

Black jumps up and rushes towards the door which he opens roughly, his lieutenant in his coattails. He descends the stairs four at a time, ignoring Gale's calls and rushes into the storage room.

Entering, his blood only turns, Sweetheart is on the ground, his arms raised to protect himself from his apprentice who raises his fist above him. Black violently grabs the man and with a roar smashes his fist in his jaw.

"Gale, throw this dog in the river! I never want to hear about it again!" He screams.

The latter and a few men, alerted by the uproar and dragged out Ruddy with his face full of blood.

Black squats down, and once again gently takes Sweetheart in his big arms.

Titus bursting in behind Gale "I'll take care of it sir, Ritta lives just above, we'll fix it."

Black gets up, his angel in his arms, glares at his old friend and in a heavy voice "Nobody touch my angel!"

Titus is stunned, he had never seen that look in Black's eyes. He steps aside letting him pass. In a heavy silence, Black goes back to his office "Let no one come in!" he says before slamming the door.

He gently places SweetHeart on his desk and lowers to eye level, placing his face a few inches from the bartender's.

"Now explain to me why you ended up alone in a closed room with another man?" Black scolds.

The boy raises his eyes filled with tears, deciding to face the ardent gaze of his boss. "Mister Black" he begin with a trembling voice "Ruddy has been causing problems with the team since his arrival. I just wanted to clear things up with him."

Black's gaze and voice softened somewhat. "What's the matter?"

In an uncertain voice, SweetHeart explains: "He makes homophobic and derogatory remarks. He disappears during the service, he refuses to follow my directives and is not involved in his training.

The tall dark man caressing his angel's cheek with the back of his hand "You don't listen to what I tell you, my stubborn angel. When you have a problem you must come to me!"

Then the little bartender stiffens and insists "Sir! You gave me the opportunity to be a trainer and I thank you for it. I didn't want to fail you. I just wanted to do my job the best I can and fix the problem I created with the training of this man on my own!"

Black is surprised, usually when someone argues with his orders he suddenly has murderous urges. But there, he finds it cute! In an ironic tone. "Oh, so you thought you could reason with a mafia-savvy bully by kindly explaining things to him?"

SweetHeart realizing he may have been naive. "I just wanted to find common ground."

Black lets out a sigh and an amused look "Please never put yourself in danger again. My heart couldn't take it!"

This last sentence uttered by Black leaves SweetHeart wary: he tilts his head to the side, frowning, he doesn't understand!

Seeing his troubled angel, Black in his softest and most peaceful voice "Angel, when I asked you to speak to me it wasn't from employee to employer! I have seen that things have not been going well for several days!"

What his boss just said confuses Sweetheart even more.

"If it's not employee to employer then why ask me that?" he asks. He's had enough, he doesn't understand this man's actions. So he figures it's time to clear things up with him too!

Black seeing the incomprehension in the eyes of the young man, finally realizes that indeed things are not clear.

He kneels down, gently takes sweetheart's ankle and kisses it under the dumbfounded gaze of the latter. Then he gets up slowly, keeping his lips a few millimeters from the boy, marrying each of his shapes by letting his hot breath trail there: leg, knees, thighs, groin, belly, chest, shoulder, neck, ear and goes back down to his mouth. .

"I thought you understood my angel, I want you! I want you to be my life partner, my haven !" Then he kisses him bluntly, inserting his tongue into the mouth, chasing the young man in shock essence. His hands slide over the fantasized thighs to the boy's slender waist, preventing him from escaping.

Sweetheart, groggy, limply tries to push him away with his hands. But Black's kiss doesn't disgust him, on the contrary, he loves the taste of his mouth and the warmth of his body.

Then, gently, Black releases the lips of his angel with wet and lascivious eyes "If you look at me like that I will not be able to hold back my angel!"

Sweetheart, cheeks burning, understanding full well where Black is coming from, looks down and stutters "It's kind of sudden."

Then the tall man smiles at him and pulls him against his chest, gently stroking his hair. "I know, we don't know each other well yet, you and I. I just want you to consider dating me. I want to build a serious relationship with you." pausing. "I'm not going to lie to you, the first time I saw you, it was your body that I wanted. I desire you and only desire you ever since. But not only your body, I also want your laughter, your tears, your kindness, your perseverance, your courage, your weaknesses, all your qualities and your faults. I want to see you walking around in my field of vision with cute clothes or just my shirt that's too big for you. I want to watch your little cheeks swell and move when you eat with appetite. I want to listen to your pretty voice tell me about your life, what you feel, or just tell me what's going through your head. I want to be the one who catches your first gaze when your eyes open and the last when they close. You are for me the light that has been so lacking in my life."

He slightly releases the boy who raises his head to look at him and says to him in a warm voice "SweetHeart, can you love me?"

SweetHeart is stunned, he's had boyfriends before, but Black definitely doesn't look like the kind of man he dated. Moreover, he is much older than him.

None of his exes had ever treated him with such gentleness and kindness. This is the most beautiful confession he received. So he smiles, moved and replies "I can't promise you anything Black, but I think if we get together, I might, after a while, give you a clearer answer."

Always smiling "Thank you my angel, I will do everything I can to win your heart!" says Black.

Chapter XV: Cosmopolitan

Fortunately, SweetHeart's assault had few witnesses; Titus, Ritta and Black's men were present.

Sunny was asked to replace SweetHeart, Ritta telling him that the latter is sick.

Sunny was surprised because his friend never called in sick! But he did not argue and began to prepare the opening.

It is customary for Ritta and Titus to regularly bring the angels together before the service, a space where everyone can share their problems or areas for improvement. In short, a team meeting.

Mimi, addressing Ritta "There is a very insistent customer who asks me for my phone number every evening. I try to make him understand gently that he can still dream, but it doesn't work. what can I do?"

Ritta looks at Titus, as she is sure he will speak first. The giant scowled and growled "Next time you tell him to come and ask my permission to have it!"

Ritta laughed "Daddy spoke boys! If you have a problem with a sticky customer, Dad takes care of it!" Which made the angels laugh and even Titus smiled.

Gale, having quietly slipped into the room, smiled at the exchange. He likes the warm atmosphere created by the two deans with their young team. He looks at this gorgeous woman, her blazing eyes, long black hair, dark skin and grace, fearlessly teasing an impressive man despite his age and known to have been his boss' watchdog.

He steps forward calmly to make himself visible to all, Ritta takes a step back placing her boys between her and this man.

Gale, seeing Ritta's reaction stops and in a polite tone "Good evening, sorry to interrupt you. I just wanted to thank Miss Ritta for the little snacks you make for us every morning. My colleagues and I are very grateful to you."

Ritta calms down a little. "You're welcome, I'm happy."

Gale smiles, bows, and walks back to the office.

Titus, who had prepared to intervene, relaxes. He knows how suspicious his old friend is of men she doesn't know. He doesn't judge her, we all have our demon

He briefly recalls what led them to meet by putting his hand on one of the scars on his stomach...

Five years ago, Black, having his habit in a brothel where Ritta worked, had come to see her to vent about his week. Titus waiting behind the door of the brothel chamber, watching the entrance.

But that night, henchmen of another mobster with whom Black had a turf war burst in, attempting to kill his leader. In the battle he took two bullets in the stomach, bleeding out, on the ground, he thought his life would end there. But Ritta appeared, only dressed in underwear and took his gun in his hands, firing a bullet between the two eyes of the assailant who was pointing his gun at him to finish him off. He remembers that she had stayed by his side until help arrived, pressing on the wound and telling him that it was not yet time for him to join the spirits.

Following these events, Black retired them by giving them the reins of the Fallen Angel.

Sunny, who was trained by SweetHeart to be his backup, is not very comfortable. He does not have the dexterity of his colleague to prepare cocktails. Fortunately it is not a busy evening, but the pace remains difficult to maintain.

After placing an order on a tray for Lulu, he turns to the customer who has just leaned on the bar. He raises one of his eyebrows in surprise! "Good evening my lovely Sunny! It's rare to see you in this position. Is SweetHeart okay?" greets him David

His smile still frozen, although he tells himself that he really has no luck tonight, Sunny replies "Good evening sir. SweetHeart is unwell, he is resting. What would you like to drink?"

David all smiles "Oh I am a Sir tonight ?"" He watches the little second bartender frown at this tirade. The Don Juan thinks that this boy is really too cute!

He continues "My lovely Sunny, by now shouldn't you know what I'm drinking?"

Sunny looking upset "I prefer to ask customers, even regular ones, because he might want to change. No worries sir, I'll prepare your usual drink for you." and turns to hastily prepare the drink.

David, amused, does not regret having come this evening. Sunny is imprisoned behind the bar, he won't be able to escape.

By placing the glass in front of David without looking at him "Here Sir !"

Since they met at the bookstore, they have sent each other several emails: reading summary or book advice. In short, nothing personal, just two fans of sci-fi books discussing the subject. Which amazed Sunny! He thought David would try to flirt, but not at all.

Nevertheless, the secondary bartender is still very suspicious of this customer.

Sunny continues to work, receiving orders and preparing them, ignoring David who remains leaning on the bar with his glass.

In a moment of calm and seeing him still standing in front of the bar "Sir, wouldn't you be better off sitting at one of the tables? There are even free sofas tonight." Offers him Sunny.

With a mischievous look, David "If I sit down I won't be able to admire you or talk to you anymore!"

Sunny slightly annoyed "Sir, I don't entertain customers, I serve them drinks and sometimes I replace the bartender. That's all!"

"Ah, I thought we were reading buddies!" David's offended look caused a smirk to hatch on the bartender's face.

Seeing his cute little angel getting upset, David laughed as he waved his hand in front of him "Sorry, I just wanted to tease you!" Sunny looks at him upset

"By the way, are you aware that Liu Cixin will be doing a book signing at the next book fair in town?" asks David

Sunny's eyes light up, forgetting his annoyance. Excited, he almost shouts "Really! I did not know! It's awesome!"

David did not miss a single one of the reactions and facial expressions of the little waiter "I plan to go, I got two places thanks to a friend. Do you want to come with me?"

Sunny, forgetting who he is talking to "Yes! THANKS!"

David with a big smile on his face "Great!"

Chapter XVI: Spritz

SweetHeart opens his eyes to Black's smiling face "Did you sleep well angel?" he told him softly. SweetHeart smiles and stretches into the large arms of a sweet-looking Black. "I slept well, thank you. Again, I used one of your arms as a pillow and the other as a blanket…it must have been uncomfortable…you should have pushed me!" he said to him,with a pout. Black can't help laughing, he pulls him close and whispers in his ear "Push you?! Never! There is no position more comfortable than hugging you my angel!" and he kisses the top of his head.

SweetHeart, snuggled up against his suitor's chest, cheeks flushed "If you're giving me bad habits, you won't have to complain afterwards!"

Black, rejoices "I wouldn't complain as long as you stay with me. I intend to spoil you until you can no longer live without me!"

The boy in his arms laughs, rubbing his cheek against his chest and in his cute little voice "Is this your plan to make me fall in love with you?"

"Exactly!" Black replies laughing.

After a moment of silence, still huddled together, SweetHeart hesitantly asks him, "Black?" parting a bit to look into each other's eyes, Black nodded for him to continue "Could it be possible that this stays between us for now. I'm a little afraid of the reaction of my colleagues. You know, we're all friends and they might be worried."

Black looks at him intensely and replies "Of course, I understand! Don't worry."

Reassured, the boy smiled at his eldest.

A little later, in Black's sober but practical kitchen, SweetHeart savors the dishes that his host has cooked. Mouth full and delighted "Black? Do you cook often? Do you like cooking?"

The man's eyes light up and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are more visible thanks to the smile that has taken up residence on his mouth "When I was little, I always hung around my mother's skirts. She said to herself that even if it meant always having me in her hands, as long as I was useful. She taught me to cook. When she was pregnant with twins, I helped her a lot. When she fell ill, my little brothers were still young so I was the one who fed them." he was a little silent, as if recalling memories. "Since she is no longer there, when I cook, it calms me down. I remember those times with her. She was a good woman: strong, brave and loving."

SweetHeart watched the emotions in Black's eyes, moved by his story. "I understand that you miss her and I'm sorry for your loss." he lowers his head to his plate, feeling guilty for the jealousy he is feeling at the time. He doesn't have those kinds of memories, his family has always been complicated, and today he considers them more and more as strangers. Not wanting to worry Black, he pulls himself together and asks him "Do you see your brothers a lot?"

Black "No. Since our father died, his territory has been divided into four so that each of his sons manages one. So we went from brothers to rivals. Nevertheless, my little brothers and I are respectful and cordial to each other."

"And your other brother?" SweetHeart request.

Black suddenly loses his smile and looks up, which alarms the boy. "I'm sorry, if you don't want to answer me, that's fine. I talk too much." The voice of the angel dying out on his last words.

Black softens immediately when he sees his angel's face, he doesn't want to terrorize him "You can ask me all the questions you want my angel, I will always answer them if I can. You can talk for hours, I will always listen to you. I'm sorry to have worried you. My big brother White and I never got along and lately he's been waging a war against me. But don't worry, I have a plan! " he said, giving her a wink.

SweetHeart, reassured "He is the one who destroyed the Smoked Monkeys?"

"Yes" replies Black "But it's a good thing after all!"

"For what ?" asks the intrigued young man

"Because it gave me a good reason to settle down at the Fallen Angel and be able to admire you every day my beautiful angel."

Sweetheart almost chokes on his glass of water ...

Chapter XVII: Cuba Libre

Titus lives on the same street as the Fallen Angel, in a small apartment above a cheap drunkard bar called Punk Paradise. Fortunately, he works during the opening hours of this place because it generates an incredible mess... that's why the rent is so low by the way.

Preparing to go to work, he puts on his shirt which brushes the wound in his hand, reminding him of its existence. Looking at it, he remembers the time he went to the bathroom to stop the bleeding...

Titus enters the toilet with his hand bleeding, he growls in frustration as he runs his hand under the water to wash away the wound and the blood that has flowed everywhere. The sleeve of his shirt is stained, which upsets him the most!

Suddenly the door opens and Lulu appears with the first aid kit. He places it on the sink and tries to take Titus's hand, which dodges it. Lulu stiffens, reprimands him with a look and holds out his hand, "Give me your hand, don't be a fool! You're getting blood everywhere! You're not the one cleaning up behind!" he scolds him.

Under the waiter's accusing gaze, he pouts and hands his paw, sheepish.

Lulu takes a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic and passes it over the wound, which makes the bouncer groan.

Lulu, teasing him "Ha ha! it plays hard, but it whines for a little sore!"

Titus, grumpy "It's not funny!" He looks at his huge, crooked hand in the angel's thin, elegant one and says thoughtfully "My hands are so monstrous next to yours..."

Lulu, who has just finished dressing the giant's wound, looks surprised. Then he takes Titus's hand and places it on his cheek "I like your hands. They protect me and reassure me." Looking at him tenderly.

Titus is taken aback, he freezes, not knowing what to do.

They stare into each other's eyes for a long time, then Titus breaks the moment by hastily withdrawing his hand. Dressing up as he headed for the door "You shouldn't leave your post!"

Titus, pensive in front of his bathroom mirror "Her cheek is soft and warm…"

He buttons up his jacket and puts on his shoes, then leaves his house. Arriving in front of the Fallen Angel, he spots a sleazy guy trying to peek through the glass door. But the giant is easily spotted and the man flees when he sees him.

Titus grunts as he pulls the bar keys out of his pocket and opens the door. Inside, alone, Ritta cleans up. She raises an eyebrow at her colleague's gruff expression "what's up?" She ask.

"There was a shady guy lurking in front," he replies.

Which caused Ritta to panic slightly "Do you think we need to tell Black's men about this?" she asks him

Titus thinks and says "Not for the moment, we'll see if he reappears."

As usual, the angels arrive one by one. Titus greets them without engaging in further conversation, as always. But when SweetHeart appears in front of him, he can't help asking if he's okay. Titus was worried, even if he would never recognize it! But seeing the radiant face of the young bartender, he feels reassured. "Next time, you have this kind of problem, please come see me!" he told him in a concerned tone.

SweetHeart smiling "Bizarre, it seems like two old friends have the same thoughts!"

Understanding the hint to Black, Titus even more concerned "Even if you have a problem with him, you can come see me!"

The bartender smiles warmly and thanks him, then heads to the staff room to change.

Sunny, who is always the first, rushes over him "Are you better? If you are still tired you could have rested one more day you know! Don't worry, I will manage the bar even when you're not there!"

SweetHeart teasing the adorable boy "Why? Do you want to steal my job? "sticking his tongue out and smiling?

"Hey!" Sunny moaned, pouting.

In the room, Titus is tidying up some chairs and replacing tables, when he feels someone behind him hugging his arm and resting their chin on his shoulder "Hi babe! Do you miss me?" Titus growls as he pulls away "Fuck Lulu!" The waiter laughs and throws him a kiss as he walks towards the staff room.

Titus watches him disappear through the door, clicking his tongue. He stares at the staff door and smiles…

The service is in full swing, for several evenings Delhi flirted with Erick copiously; physical contact, charming gaze, smile, small attention, pose highlighting his legs (because he noticed that they were to the cop's taste)...

Seeing the old policeman more tipsy than usual, he goes to the bar and asks SweetHeart "Can you give me a heavy shot please? Put it on my note."

The bartender raises an eyebrow but executes, Delhi has been there since the bar opened and he knows what he is doing, he tells himself.

Delhi takes the shot glass and brings it to Erick. He poses it in front of him leaning his hand on his shoulder and whispers in his ear "A little present from me my darling!" Straightening up, he winks at him.

Erick takes the shot and drinks it bottoms up. Misty eyes "How can I thank you my lovely Delhi?"

The Angel seized the Opportunity "I'll take the bridge at the end of the street to go home, can you walk me back?" By supporting his request with a seductive look.

Erick is just a man after all. The alcohol fogging his brain, the rising desire in him takes over "I'll be waiting for you, honey!" with his burning gaze.

Chapter XVIII: Banana Bliss

Delhi, leaving his work in the early morning, the cold wind making him shiver, he tightens his coat against him. Walking down the street towards the bridge, cold gaze, dead face.

Arriving on the bridge, he sees a motionless silhouette, he knows this man who stares at him: Erick.

He takes a deep breath, resigned, he plasters a smile on his face and walks towards the man.

He sticks against him and presses a kiss on his lips, whispering in a languid voice "Your place or mine?"

The cop, hugging him tightly "I live three minutes from here"

So Delhi separates from him and takes his arm "Guide me Honey!"

At the policeman's place, their mouths devouring each other frantically, Delhi dropping his coat to the ground while Erick passionately kneaded his buttocks with one of his hands, the other already exploring what was under the angel's sweater. Moans explode between the sounds of sucking and tissue sliding on the ground. Erick, who has definitely lost control and eagerly pushes the waiter towards his room. Delhi is already almost naked but Erick still has his pants on. The angel slides his hand on his lover's chest to his pants, sucking his earlobe, he opens the button and the fly and slides his hand inside Erick's boxers which moans. Taking the man's manhood in his hand and moving it up and down. The policeman, burning with desire, grabs his partner's penis and does the same, licking his breast.

Pulling himself together, Delhi asks him "Have you ever slept with a man?"

Erick looks at him intently "No. Teach me? Show me how to give you pleasure!"

Delhi bites his lip suggestively and replies, "Okay, but you'll have to do whatever I tell you. I'm hard to fill!"

Then the angel kneels down, dropping the remnants of the cop's clothes and takes his cock in his mouth. Erick moaned "Ah yes! Ah! It's good!"

Moving his head back and forth, sucking, licking Erick's hard erect penis, Delhi begins to touch his breasts and sex, he too wants to savor this carnal desire.

Erick suddenly stops him "Wait, it's not fair if I'm the only one having fun!" He picks him up and lays him down on the bed. He kisses him, going up between his thighs, along his body; the ankles, the calves, the knees, the thighs, the groin, the stomach, the torso, the breasts, the neck, leaving behind small red marks blooming on the lascivious body of the angel. "I love hearing you moan my lovely Delhi, you are so intoxicating!" he looks the young man in the eyes for a few moments, then caresses his breast "How can I please you, my darling?" He slides his hand to the sex of the angel, caresses it gently then slides to his anus. "Hold on!" Panic Delhi "You can't come in like that! With a boy, you have to be patient and prepare him well." He looks at Erick who nods and continues "Do you have lube and condoms?" Erick reaches for his bedside table, opens the drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube and a box of well-known brand condoms, both brand new and still wrapped.

So Delhi, becoming Erick's "sex between men" teacher, will explain to him for several hours how to prepare his rear groove to welcome him, how to penetrate him, how to make him come, .. For several hours, Delhi will become the world of Erick, the latter scrupulously doing everything his lover asks of him.

They fell asleep, content, in each other's arms.

When Delhi opens his eyes, he finds himself naked in a bed he does not know. Remembering what happened, he tells himself that he did well to accept Black's offer; Erick is a very good shot! Plus, he gets paid for it!

He hears the bedroom door open, straightening up and he looks at Erick, all smiles, placing a tray full of food and a cup of coffee in front of him. "You slept well? Eat fast while it's hot!"

Erick is very careful with him and he finds it cute "I slept well! Thanks for making breakfast! Come! sit next to me!" patting the bed.

Erick sat close to him and put his hand on his hips to hug him "I loved it, I didn't think I could make love to a man one day. But it was an unforgettable experience!" He kisses his cheek and takes a slice of jam which he puts in the mouth of the waiter who takes a bite. Then he brings the same slice of bread to his mouth and swallows it. "Do you think we could do this regularly?"

Delhi smiled at him "Sex friend? OK!"

Erick, happy, will spend the rest of the day tenderly taking care of Delhi. He will take him home and wait for him downstairs while he is changing. Then, he took him to the Fallen Angel, being careful to leave him around the corner so they wouldn't be seen together.

Delhi, delighted, will say to himself "A man at my feet and the money to train him, all I need is to make him my Sugar Daddy and I would have won everything! Besides, I would make him the best lover!"