Chapter 1

I'm a mob boss, and I'm gay.

My sister abandoned my brother-in-law and ran away from home.

To sleep with my brother-in-law, I've been playing the part of an ordinary auto mechanic in front of him.

After six years of this act, I finally ran out of patience.

I tied my brother-in-law to the bed: "Mr. Pierce, have you ever tried being with a man?"

"I have."

The phone on the nightstand wouldn't stop vibrating.

I bit down on my shirt collar, tilted my head back, let out a breath, then leaned down to kiss Pierce's cheek before grabbing the phone.

The caller ID showed "Faye."

Faye is my sister. She just returned to Harbor City recently.

Pierce came home late today because he went to see her.

I answered the call and used my pants to wipe the mess off Pierce's legs, my voice hoarse: "Hello."

"Pierce?"

"Not Pierce. It's me, Felix."

"Let me talk to Pierce."

Pierce's breathing was steady, his nostrils flaring slightly, same as always—completely unaware.

The drug was imported. Worked like a charm.

Once he drank it, he was out cold.

No matter what I did to him, he wouldn't wake up.

I stared at the faint red marks on his chest, swallowed some ice water, and said: "He's asleep. You can tell me whatever it is."

"Never mind then. I'll call again tomorrow."

"Faye, why did you come back after leaving?" I gripped the phone tighter and knocked the glass against the coffee table, reminding Faye, "Stop looking for him. You handed him over to me."

Pierce liked Faye.

But Faye liked women.

Eight years ago, to appease our mother, Faye entered a fake marriage with Pierce.

When Pierce married Faye, he had just graduated and only had nine thousand dollars to his name. He bought a diamond ring with it.

The ring stayed on my sister's finger for exactly one day before Pierce found it discarded in a bathroom corner.

That ring was like Pierce's heart—something Faye could throw away without a second thought.

After our mother died, my sister wanted to leave Harbor City with her lover.

I asked her: "What about Pierce when you're gone?"

My sister glanced at me sideways and smiled: "Don't I still have you? You take good care of him for me."

Heh. Take care of him.

I looked down at Pierce on the sofa, the faint flush still lingering on his body, his skin still gleaming with moisture.

My throat itched. I bit my tongue lightly with my canines and chuckled.

I'd taken care of him, all right. Every inch of him. Didn't miss a spot.

"Did you answer my call last night?"

In the morning, Pierce emerged from the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, scrolling through his phone.

"Yeah, Faye called."

His shirt was unbuttoned, collar hanging open, revealing the outline of his pecs. Below that, I could see the red marks that hadn't quite faded yet.

I'd sucked those into his skin last night.

They felt good under my lips.

Pierce frowned and asked: "What did she say?"

I grabbed his collar and buttoned him up from bottom to top, stopping at his chest to poke at one of those red marks.

"What happened here? Bug bite?"

Pierce glanced down, unconcerned. "Probably."

"Looks like someone kissed you." I buttoned him all the way to the top, lightly pinching his neck, deliberately saying, "Pierce, you came home so late yesterday. Did you sleep with someone else?"

Pierce looked at me. "Yeah, I did."

He pulled away from my hand, set down his phone to rinse his mouth, then turned back to see me still standing in the bathroom doorway. He put on his glasses, adjusted his cuffs, and asked very politely: "What? Waiting to hear the details?"

Then he squinted and smiled, making it all up:

"Six foot one, muscular, great pecs, narrow waist."

I clutched my stomach, laughing so hard I could die.

He said it like it was real.

I really wanted to tell him—I was the one who kissed him.

I'd kissed every inch of his body.

Pierce pushed past me to leave. I stood in front of the mirror for a long moment, puffing out my chest and squaring my shoulders.

My pecs were pretty big too.