Block A (Manxman| Mafia) BLOCK SERIES - BOOK 1

Chapter #5| Luca's Past

A/N: Sorry had to re-post this chapter since it's been bugging out for me so yeah, sorry :/

L U C A

Warning mature content!

For days I carefully watch our piccolo gattino (little kitten) ignore us, we watch in amusement as he showed his annoyance towards us. His sexy moans replay in my mind, his pinkish flush face painted as a picture in my mind. Gattino (kitten) thinks he's a lion, his sexy self patrol block A with an iron fist. My brother and I sit in our cell watching him, he keeps a safe distance making sure to not repeat what happen few days ago.

"Lo non vedo l'ora di punirlo adeguatamente (I can not wait to punish him properly)" said Matteo, we all speak in Italian if it's needed and it is defiantly needed right now. I chuckled, my twin brother love teasing Xander and to think the rumors about a certain prison guard that everyone feared will make us submit to him. All I see is kitten trying to be a lion, he can try all he wants, he can give us every threats he's got but at the end of the day, we're the bosses of this prison.

"Was he tight?" he asked. I bite down onto my bottom lip, remember the taste of his ass, he was nice and tight around my fingers and tongue. Our sweet baby likes to keep clean and waxed as his bottom contained no hair in sight.

"Stretto come cazzo (tight as f*ck)" I replied. Matteo groaned, I watched his hips sway, the little Cagna (b*tch) is teasing us. I lay back onto my uncomfortable bed, I let my mind drift off to god know what lies within my mind. I wasn't proud of my past, hell we both had sh*t lives, our b*tch of a father left us to rot, he didn't care what happened to us. Our mother became a prostitute, she wasn't a wh*re and never came to thought, she did what she had to do to survive to support her kids. Matteo and we weren't good children, we become troubled kids in a dangerous neighborhood. From taking to selling drugs we were in all kinds of trouble but our mother had a kind heart. She wanted us to never end up like our father, she wanted us to treat everyone with respect as they deserve, it's hard to believe people in my town deserve any some form of respect but Mama thought different.

We loved her, we respected her, hell even Matteo killed for her as one client thought to beat the sh*t out of her. We discovered later this wasn't her first beatings, we were 15 at the time but we didn't care. No one I mean no one will harm nor disrespect our mother, Matteo made sure of that to prove his point. It was his first murder, he didn't take is so well, guilty was eating my twin alive but either he died or our Mama. I think back few years later and how I first killed a man, age 17 where I was wanted for stealing drugs. I was a runt, a stupid teen, got my ass beat most of the time but it was the very first time I got raped. I never talked about it to Matteo, he only found out a few days later as Abele confessed to him. I wasn't thinking straight, I was scared for my life so I broke a beer bottle and stab the f*cker in the eye. I remember him falling to the ground, screaming in pain, I remember feeling tears roll down my cheek.

I stabbed him over and over again until he gasped his last breathe then he passed away, blood splattered on the alley walls and all over my shirt and naked lower half. That's when I met Abele, he never left my side, two strangers and till this day he's still by my side. I looked over to Matteo watching the idiot grin as he watch Xander do his thing. We've been through so much together, meeting our trusted men along the way who have their own tales to tell. We all aim for one thing, it's revenge and soon a bullet will be shot through my fathers head.

X A N D E R

How dare they smirk at me, I couldn't believe they harassed me and think it's okay. I felt a shiver went down my spine, I dared to turn around and meet Abele's gaze, they all stared at me with hunger linger in their eye's. I felt the need to go down on my knees and bet them to allow me to suck their c*cks, I mentally cursed and mentally slap myself for thinking in such way.