Chapter 10

[Warning, there is a bit - just a little bit - of NSFW content ahead. Be warned.]

- Daniel's point of view –

Today, I had a long day. It seems like everyone thought at the same time "Oh, my creditor? Let's screw him over." and stopped paying for their debts. It was exhausting. Carlo, the boys and I made five home visits in total. Two had hidden stocks of cash in their house, one quickly called a relative to chip in. One got threatened a lot but in the end got a new due date.

Only the last one was really headache inducing. The cheeky little bastard was a gambler trying to lure us in with promises like "Just give me one thousand and I will triple it for you." It would have been more persuasive if he hadn't slurred the word due to the alcohol. I broke his right hand. The hand he uses to write, jerk off and especially to make the bets at the gambling parlor. I nearly cut out his tongue for getting on my nerves and spouting all this nonsense.

But that would have been overdoing it.

I am on edge. Constantly.

I should be doing fine since Peter's issues at the kindergarten were resolved. But there are two things bugging me. Firstly, the death anniversary of my brother-in-law is approaching. And secondly, Alex, the rookie teacher, who rejected my invitation. Why does it bother me? Because I thought he had a thing for me but clearly doesn't. And I had such good faith in being able to spot the people with the same sexual orientation as me. I guess I was wrong.

And now this lousy piece of shit creditor is smart-mouthing me.

"Carlo, take him away. I don't want to see him for another month."

"Yes, boss."

With this I gave the gambler another month to try his luck at the gambling tables or finally get his act together. I don't really care as long as I get my money back.

It is now nearing dinner time and my subordinates are growing uneasy. They sense that I am still on edge and don't know what to do.

Well, I have to get out of here sooner or later, so I might as well eat in the city. "Carlo, let's wrap it up for the day." I sense the deep sigh of my people. I chuckled inwardly. They were so tense.

I let Carlo drive the car back home and walked for a bit. The fresh night air cleared my head and calmed me down a bit.

I ate at a nearby bar, enjoying a glass of wine along with it.

Maybe I should pick up some cute guy for the night? In the last two years when I took over as Peter's parent I only managed to hook up twice and it never was really remarkable. I am just not the guy for one night stands. Taking some guy you are not really interested in, just for the pleasure of it. It seems so meaningless.

A big part of being intimate with another person is the foreplay. But if you don't love the other party, why bother with preparing them carefully? You wouldn't see them again anyway. It would always be rushed. Directly to the main act.

But the best thing about sex was the anticipation. Undressing the other one, each button at a time. Sliding my hand under his blue sweatshirt and trailing his slender back with my fingers, up and down… up and down. All the while looking deep in his blue eyes, so I can notice how long he will be able to keep my gaze locked and at what point he will role his eyes up in pleasure. The other hand would slide under the shirt towards his chest lightly caressing his little buds. I would rub and rub them, circeling and finally pinching them so he can moan in pain and pleasure….

God, I am hard.

I regain my focus and see the glass of wine in front of me. I am still in the bar and got turned on because I was fantasizing. And if I am not mistaken, then these blue eyes belonged to Alex, the rookie teacher. My subcounciousness really knows no mercy.

I am trying hard to focus on the wine and food thinking about different things to cool myself down. I order a dessert to have an excuse to stay longer.

At 8 p.m. I feel finally calm enough to leave the shop. I start walking towards my home when suddenly out of the alley comes a man holding a knife.

I know my fair share of martial arts – it is a must in my line of work. One guy, even if he wields a knife, is doable for me. But with what I didn't calculate was the knife suddenly sticking out of my side.

The eyes of the guy in front of me widen before he dashes back in the alley. I recognize him. He was the gambler from this afternoon. His back luck for having me see his face. But I didn't manage to see my actual attacker.

This all only took a second. I regained my composure. The knife was still inside the wound, probably stopping more severe bleeding. I needed a doctor. And I shouldn't strain myself so my blood would not pump quicker. I started walking again towards my home and especially towards my sister who – before birthing Peter – worked as a nurse and has enough medical knowledge (also gained with actual cases thanks to being affiliated with a mafia group) to treat a normal knife wound.

I only manage twenty meters of distance when someone walks right into me, sending a sharp pain in my wound.

I just collapse on the strangers shoulders.