142. Double trouble
Rocco couldn’t believe that after the one-on-one talk with Rockford, the guy still wanted him. His life story and the aftermath weren’t for everyone. Dee had been the only lover that had stick with him through his nightmares. He didn’t have it often but when he did, he felt embarrassed. He felt like he should be able to cope with his trauma after all these years. Waking in the middle of the night, sobbing, and sweating is never sexy.
His parents always scolded him for thinking that way. They said that he was perfect, and it was normal to still have nightmares. Rocco always felt that it was because his their son, they’re obviously biased.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.
“So tell me are you my boyfriend now?” Dee asked blatantly. She grinned so wide when Rockford nodded and kissed her temple ever so sweetly.
“So I have two boyfriends now?”
“Come on, you can count, baby. Stop fishing for compliments.” Rockford added with a lazy drawl in his voice.
“Naw… we’re all in this, we’re just that good at snatching two and making it work between us.”
The sex after all was beyond hot. But then again their sex has always been drool-worthy.
They spent the next two days in sexual bliss, even Demyan grumbled, complaining about the noise. But he didn’t say anything else, mostly the man spent his time in his room, the basement gym, or checking out their surroundings, making sure they were secure.
Rockford didn’t slack on his exercise, the man keeps himself in shape. He lifted weights and made sure almost all the fitness equipment was used. Rocco even joined him one time since he was bored out of his mind. Though he didn’t exercise much when they both ended up making out and moved their cardio up to their bedroom where Dee jumped in and sweated it out with both of them.
It was late in the evening on day three when Rockford woke them up quietly pressing his finger on Rocco’s lips then did the same to Dee. “There’s a breach, go get dressed.” Their men showed Demyan’s text message from his phone. He instructed Rockford to get both of his lovers to safety.
Dee and Rockford were on their feet moving and putting their clothes on without a sound while Rocco stayed frozen in place. His breath quickened and felt like he was seconds away from hyperventilating.
“Rocco breathe, baby. Everything is going to be okay.” Dee assured him, pressing a kiss between his forehead. Rocco nodded and let Dee help him put on his sweatpants and sleep shirt, while his eyes were trained to his boyfriend who was reaching for his guns and slipping them in his shoulder holsters.
“Where did you get them? When?” Rocco asked in a panicked voice. It was obvious that Rockford was not a stranger to guns and Rocco was forever the peace-loving guy who was not at all a fan of guns.
“Demyan.” That was all Rockford said when the said guard burst into their room with the same kind of holster, packed with two guns and a sheathed knife strapped to his thigh.
“Rocco, Dee, go into the panic room and do not open the door unless it’s one of us.” He swiftly led both of them into the room.
“But… I can help, I… we can’t just stay here?” Rocco hesitated. He looked like he was about to break down, but his little panic was brushed away when Demyan told Rockford that he’d be in position. Rocco didn’t know what the guard meant by that, sure he knew that Demyan and Rockford discussed safety measures in their downtime. But he never expected that they would execute it.
“Rocco, baby, I gotta help Demyan. His crew is fifteen minutes away but those are precious minutes that we need. Be strong, keep our Dee safe.” Rockford pressed a kiss on his forehead before closing the panic room door, automatically locking it from the outside.
Rocco slumped on the sofa bed as his feet were suddenly unable to support himself. “Rocco, everything will be okay. Demyan is trained for this, and Rockford is a badass.”
“I… we… what if…”
“Shh… breathe, baby,”
Rocco didn’t get to relax when his eyes caught on the CCTV surveillance, mounted on one side of the wall. They were showing men breaking through windows while shots were being fired. Dee wrapped her boyfriend in her arms whispering, telling him that they were perfectly safe inside the room.
“They could kill our boyfriend.”
“He can take care of himself and Demyan has people on their way here. We just need to stay calm. Okay?”
His mind was barely registering Dee’s words as he looked around his surroundings. His traumatic brain took him back years ago where he was kept in the basement for days. He felt the walls were closing in on them. “It’s… I can’t breathe, I need to get out of here.” Rocco tried to open the door but his hands were too shaky and his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “Dee, get me out of here, I’d die… I don’t want to die.” Rocco finally broke and he sat in the corner of the room sobbing, knees to his chest, as he rocked himself, mumbling about not making it alive.
It felt like forever until the door was open from the outside and Rocco jolted in surprise, before making himself smaller, pushing himself back to the corner of the room.
“I’ll be good. Don’t. Please don’t leave me here.” He sobbed, as his mind was taking him back to when he was abducted. He hated the tiny dark basement. He hated smelling his filth. Rocco kept on chanting the words until strong hands wrapped around him. He flinched, still sobbing, breathing harshly, while he tried to get away from Rockford’s hold. His survival instinct kicked in and he was about to push away when Rockford’s familiar scent made him look at his boyfriend’s face.
“There you are. Stay with us, baby.” Rockford kissed his forehead and he took a deep breath, resting his face to the side of Rockford’s neck, taking in his warmth and his smell. “Come here, Dee. It’s okay. Everything is okay now.”
Rocco could feel Dee’s reluctance until their boyfriend pulled her close and embraced her in his big arms. Rockford, Demyan, and his men had done their job. Rocco could smell the stench of death as he saw the trail of bodies on the floor. It was more horrifying than the glimpses he saw from the panic room’s surveillance screens. Rocco remembered holding on to Dee as Rockford led them out of the Villa. He could hear their boyfriend say that they were going to a secure place and that everything was safe.
But Rocco was not sure that he feels safe. Not after Rockford said that the bikers had trashed their apartment so they couldn’t get back to theirs. “W-where are we g-going?” Rocco wasn’t sure why he asked, it’s not like he could make a decision for himself at the moment. Rocco just wanted to hear Rockford’s calm and soothing voice.
Dee nestled to his side, her arm splayed across his abdomen while Rocco mindlessly rubbed small circles on her back. She didn’t say anything. Rocco felt bad that she had to witness his breakdown, that both of his lovers had seen him at his worst. It’ll be only time until they say they have had enough of his meltdowns and left him.
Rocco missed his man’s touch. But he needed to drive to go to their destination since Demyan and his men were cleaning up the evidence and the three of them were told to leave the premises, so they wouldn’t get entangled as witnesses. Rocco had heard Rockford talk to his so-called friend, Max. They were talking about another safe house and how they were going to lay low. Again.
Rocco should really check in with his doctor. He needs his anxiety meds. Rocco didn’t know where they were headed because he didn’t hear what the other man said. His adrenaline was crashing down and he felt tired, so tired that he closed his eyes and rested his head on Dee’s shoulder when everything went dark.