"You are my first and last love."

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Fighting Temptation: Capítulo Ventotto

"Miro, this seems to be a lot of stuff," My dad, Derek, groaned as he picked up a large box that carried fragile goods. "You sure Antonio will have enough space?" He raised a brow at me and I felt a clap on my shoulder as I grabbed a suitcase. "Yea, sure nough' Tonio will!" Timofei beamed at my dad, who just scowled in reply as he rolled his eyes. 

"It's bad enough we have Antonio," He shook his head as he walked away, maybe going to the entrance. "Now we have you," I giggled a bit when I saw Timofei's fall a bit at Derek's degrading insult, wondering just how he became a right-hand when the slightest thing hurt his feelings. "He's kidding, dude," I threw my head back as I closed the trunk. "You should run away while you can because our family is crazy," I mumbled, hiding a smug smirk. We literally were, no fucking doubt about it. "I second that," Damiana came out of nowhere, standing next to Timofei. "Let's go." She nodded to him. "My dad wants to talk to them personally."

What the hell did that mean?

I watched as they both walked off to where they were parked in front of the condo complex, making my way inside the lobby and up to the elevator. The man at the front desk was so kind enough to offer his help but my father declined cuz' he's a dick.

A major one.

But it wasn't like he didn't know that he belonged to a species of assholes. "Hey," I said to my parents as I entered Antonio's condo (well mine as well now), seeing them sitting in the living room as if they were preparing for an intervention. My father was dressed to kill, sitting there in the armchair looking as serious as ever, and there was no doubt that he had a supply of weapons stored on his body.

Fucking weirdo.

My dad, on the other hand, sat with his hair pulled back, dressed in some sweatpants and a tank top, playing some game on his face. He looked pleased with himself and I was a bit disturbed that he looked more like a teenager than I did.

Quite.

"Un minuto, por favor," I said as I entered the room that Antonio and I would share for the time being and I couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought (A minute, please). Who knew what would go down in this very room? I couldn't help but take a singular glance at the freshly washed silk sheets, my lips taking on a smirk once I remembered what went down on them, or preferably, down on me.

Hehe. I cracked myself up.

I made my way over to the closet, suitcase in hand, and began to get to work. "Antonio," I called out as I put my clothes that were on in hangers inside of the closet, on my side opposite from his. "Sí, amorcito?" He appeared in the room, his shades sat on top of his head as he held an iPad in hand, clicking and clacking. He seemed to be unfazed by all of the clutter that was scattered around his condo. I mean, he was the one who asked me to move in. "Do you want kids?" I murmured, suddenly feeling scared of his answer. "I mean, I know I'm young and all," I sputtered, my mind taking on a whole different route. He could say no, not that I would mind but I wouldn't, or he could think that I was moving too fast, oh my god. What to do, what to do? Think! "I mean, who's even to say that we will be together when the time comes," I began to internally panic as I started shaking. "I mean, we don't even need to have to have-"

"Valentin."

I didn't know if it was the strict dominance in his voice or the way that he said it, but it made me stop in my action as my hands stopped shaking automatically. "You're rambling," I heard him place something on the table next to him as he stalked over, his big body taking up the doorway and I could feel his immense body heat behind me. "Turn around." He commanded and I wanted to stay rooted in my spot but the tone of his voice made me jump around so quick. I was expecting a look of disgust, contempt maybe, but all I saw was relief and contentment. He didn't seem to be annoyed by me, which most people often were. "I'd say I want a girl, but I wouldn't mind having a boy." He shrugged as he reached a hand out, grabbing mine and intertwining them.

"We will see where the future takes us." Antonio graciously said and I scowled at him. "You sound like some pompous smartass philosophical bastard from the 1600s." I narrowed my eyes as I tugged at his hand, not letting go. "When you say it like that, it sounds like we might drift apart or some shit." I deadpanned and he chuckled in reply, pulling me closer to him as he wrapped his arms tight around my waist, his forehead mushing against mine. "I would never let anything like that happen, amorcito," He grinned, his blonde hair falling in my face as I gazed into his hazel eyes. 

"Count on it."

I heard a cough of annoyance coming from the main entrance and we both jumped slightly. "While that's touching and all, just so lovely, could you both please come and talk to Ray? He's feeling like a true father today," Derek stood there with his hands on his hips, his straight face doing nothing to show how he felt. 

"Oh, sure," I replied, stifling a bout of laughter. My father was feeling particularly fatherly in the sense that he told me that he was going to give Antonio a lecture on how to treat me and when Antonio came over to help me pack my room up, he stood in the doorway drilling him and giving him the 'talk', whatever the fuck that was. I couldn't help myself and I laughed when Antonio looked so uncomfortable while being questioned.

"How old are you?"

"I think you should know that, considering you stalked me for 4 years." I died when he said this so casually.

"Understandable. What are your parents' like?"

"One died earlier in my life and you killed the other..." I couldn't help the slight fear that bubbled up but I covered it up with an awkward laugh, wondering why Tony picked this moment to throw shade.

"Fair enough. What are your intentions with my son?" Ray sounded so serious and he was clenching his gun in hand as he stared into the soul of Antonio, who just stared back like he was completely unbothered, the bitch.

"Keep him by me forever." Antonio replied smoothly and calmly and his mortal enemy nodded, contemplating what other bullshit questions he could come up with on the spot.

"There is a variety of many people in this world. What made you decide to date my son?" My father raised a brow like he couldn't believe that someone had the audacity to like me or even the mental state. He was probably questioning how crazy Antonio was. Lol, I wondered the same thing.  

"Fell in love with him at first sight. Can't imagine my life or future without him by my side." It was a quick and concise answer, just enough for Raymundo. It was enough to make my heart swoon and I couldn't help the dopey grin that filled my face. It made me so happy, so fucking happy to see that he really put this much effort, this much honesty. I felt truly blessed to have met someone like him, to have been given the chance to fully grasp what the idea of love was, to have fallen in love.

"Play your cards right, son. You take care of my pendejo as if your life depends on it." 

I looked at Antonio who still stood in the doorway of the closet, wondering if he was willing to go through that again. "No problemo, sir," Antonio nodded and my dad scowled in disgust. "Don't call me such revolting things, I'll kill you in your sleep." He grimaced before turning his back to us as he went to leave the room. Before he left, he placed his hand on the post, looking over his shoulders with a shit-eating grin on his lips. "Call me Derek. You've earned it, little boy." I chuckled at my father's antics, finding it oddly cute how we automatically assumed that one side would belong to each of us.

I wonder what it would be like if we shared clothes.

"Oi, Antonio," I poked the Adonis in his side and he hissed in pain, sending a sharp glare my way. "Don't look at me like that, you idiot!" I pouted and he leaned down to place a kiss on my forehead, the soft sensation causing tremors to ricochet down my spine. "¿Qué quieres?" He murmured with the sexy raise of his brow, his face contorted into one of curiosity as he peered into my face (What do you want?). "Did I tell you about how scary your father is?" I said and I shuddered on cue. "That man looks like he carves kitten eyes out for a living." I shivered at the thought. "Yea, you don't stop telling me, Когда-либо," He groaned in Russian and while this was a delicate time with the parents in the living room, I couldn't help but feel my core stirring to life at the sound of his voice (ever).

We really did make love.

'Necesito tener sexo,' I grumbled inside of my mind, shutting my eyes and willing all of the dirty thoughts away (I need to have sex). I needed to be a good boy today. 

"You know, I still heard that."

I grimaced a bit as I screamed internally, giving Tony a straight face. "Well, I'm not sorry." I gave him a thumbs up as I ran out of the closet, wondering why I was still in there (pun intended) as I made my way to my parents. "Yo, dudes, what's good?" I plopped down on the couch, beaming at them. "The fuck you look so red for?" My dad Derek raised a brow as he took in my appearance. "Oh, I get it," His smug, shit-eating grin returned. "You nasty little pervert." He chuckled to himself as he shook his head, almost as if he was proud, the bastard. "N-No!" I coughed, choking on my saliva. Leave it to him to think of some dumb shit like that.

"There he is," My father's eyes glared daggers into Antonio as he sat down beside me, pulling me snug against him. He really gave no fucks, that was clear to see.

Antonio Esposito really did not give a single shit about anything in life, it was clear he had a death wish. 

I grinned slightly, turning my head to the side to analyze his features. He seemed so perfect, yet he held himself to the lowest degree there was. I've never met someone who felt so much disdain, so much contempt for themselves like he did, but I was here to help him repair. I was here to help him realize that he was so much more than what he gave himself. He needed to give himself some more credit and I would do my best each and every day to do so because I love him.

It's crazy huh? It's like comparing love to a lightning bolt. It's fast and it's quick, you hardly see it but you can feel it. You hardly know it's there, but it keeps coming and coming, stronger than ever.

That's what love does.

Sooner rather later, my father decided to stop being a whole dickhead and he started to talk to Antonio, gradually drifting into a long conversation. Derek on the other hand, left to go get him some food and special toys' for him and my father, whatever that meant. Judging by the grin on his face, I'd say it was something pretty disturbing and unpleasant to the human ears. I called Maarika and asked her to come over, considering she lived four doors down as she so-called wanted to, 'keep an eye on her little brother.'

Stalker.

"Ooh, what's your name?" I beamed into the girl's face and she all but glared at me playfully. "You know who I am, don't play." She rolled her eyes as she pulled me into a hug. "I have a favor to ask of you," I murmured as she sat down next to me. "What, hermanito?" I felt my heart skip a beat at the newfound nickname that she gave me. "What is it?" Maarika raised a brow as she motioned for me to get to the point.

Pushy.

"Will you be my right-hand?" I blurted out and she glared at me, wondering where I came up with such a preposterous idea. "No, listen. Hear me out." I put my hands up in surrender, wanting her to listen before she went off the handles and she complied with my wants. "I don't want any random asshole that my dad picked out," I began, smiling softly when I saw her features lessen into a calm look. "I want someone that I already know, someone that I trust wholeheartedly," I explained and she nodded, flicking her black hair out of her face. "Understandable," She murmured. "I'll do it." I was so happy, things finally coming together. This was the ultimate life.

A hot ass man by my side and a beautiful girl as my right-hand. Life was great.

"But there's also something else you could do, Ramiro." Maarika looked me deep in the eyes and I tilted my head, wondering what the fuck she was talking about. "What?" I motioned for her to get to the point and she glared at me. Damn bitch with her glaring. "Why don't you and Antonio just merge both of your families into one?" She questioned and I tilted my head. "That'll happen when we get married, duh!" I narrowed my eyes in confusion as she stared at me, possibly wondering why I was such an idiot. I wondered the same sometimes. 

"No, I meant combine Los Zotos with the Kozlov."

"Eh?"