"Alec. Please tell me you got toilet paper when you went to the store?" Josh yelled out from the kitchen. I sighed in frustration, trying to focus on the information I was reading on my laptop. "Alec? Hello? I'm fucking talking to ya mate!" Josh yelled again and I slammed my laptop shut to stare at him.

"I'm in the same damn room as you Josh. Why do you feel the need to yell?" I snapped and he gave me a face before shaking his head and turning back to the dishes. I was clearly not going to be able to finish my work, so I packed my things up from the table in the kitchen and headed towards my room. I ignored Josh's calls and slammed my door shut, locking it so no one would bother me. Setting everything back up on my desk, I opened my laptop and stared at the budget chart I had set up. Miko had found a way to get bail for Milo and I was planning to pay it off myself. Miko had, of course, offered to pay for it himself, but I refused immediately when he proposed the plan.

It was my fault Milo was in jail. So it had to be me who got him out.

I could feel a lump forming in my throat and fought to keep it down. Two years. He'd been gone for two years. I had planned to pay his bail last year, but between rent, Sean's therapy sessions and medications, groceries, car payments--basically, being an adult screwed me over and made it nearly impossible to save up. Josh decided to get a better paying job to help take care of most of the expenses around the house. When I had come to him and told him about the bail, he immediately agreed to help me. We decided moving in together would save some money and he sold his car as well. Sean was even making an effort by continuing his therapy for his anxiety. He wanted to get a job and contribute as well but knew that was next to impossible given his condition.

They all were helping so much and yet I was always a dick to them. I couldn't help it though. I've changed in these past two years. Become more serious. I had to, what with the side jobs I had been doing to save up. The money we got from the bakery wasn't enough. After paying the employees and buying supplies, there hardly was much left over for me to save. So, I went to Miko. I had worked closely with the gang and I knew the basics. He took over once Milo was arrested, their father leaving the country soon after. Alonso didn't take too kindly to seeing me or hearing my name after his eldest was incarcerated. I know it was because he blames me and I couldn't be mad at him for it.

I should have never fallen for Rudy. But I got my revenge on him for his backstabbing. It was the first order of business I took care of.

I was brought from my brooding thoughts by my phone ringing. I quickly answered it, not bothering to check who it was. "Campbell."

"Alec. Get over here now." Miko ordered and I was confused by his tone.

"Yeah, right away. Is something wrong?" I asked, quickly getting up and grabbing a jacket from my closet. I hadn't taken my shoes off when I got home earlier, so I didn't have to waste time in putting them on.

"Just--just get over here." And he hung up. If there was one thing I learned about Miko from the two years we spent working closely together, is that he only got serious when something was happening. And from the way he just spoke, I was worried there was a problem. I left my room, planning to just walk out the door, but Sean intercepted me in the hallway.

"Where are you going?" He asked, curious. Sean didn't approve of the side jobs I was doing for the mafia. In fact, no one did. My parents were the strongest against it since my father just got out of the mess he was in because of his workings with the gang. But I didn't care for their opinions and I didn't hide the thought from any of them either.

"I have to go. I'll call when I'm headed home." I answered quickly and my brother knew not to press the matter further. Instead, he offered a faint "be careful" and I headed out the door, hurrying down the stairs and to the car. I didn't obey traffic laws as I sped through the streets and towards the mansion. Once inside the gates, I noticed two cars I had never seen before. What the hell was going on? Parking the car, I hurried inside and was met by Alfie, who led to the meeting room. He knocked on the door and I was expecting to see Miko and two strangers I didn't know.

I wasn't expecting to see Miko, his father, some woman and...

Milo.

"Holy shit." I gasped and felt my heart twisting at the site of my lover. I wanted to cry. I wanted to rush over to hug and kiss him. But I refrained. I was terrified that he was angry at me; that he still believed I betrayed him and sold him out to Rudy. Miko nodded his head for me to come further into the room, so I obeyed and made sure not to stand next to Milo, no matter how hard I wanted to. He was seated in one of the chairs, his eyes never leaving me as I moved to my spot.

"As you can see, Milo is a free man," Miko announced to me. "I know you wanted to be the one to pay his bail Alec, but it appears our dearest mother can never learn to keep her nose out of others business." Miko sneered, identify the woman in the room to me. He clearly didn't have much respect for her, but I feel that's the tragic backstory to a lot of mafia families. Always discord within the immediate family.

"Don't patronize me, boy." Their mother snapped before turning her fierce gaze on me. "I refused to let the man who put my son in a cell be the one to free him. I think you've done enough work for my family, why are you still here?" My expressionless face immediately turned dark at her words.

"I made mistakes and I have owned up to them. But I never once betrayed your son. I have been nothing but loyal to this family since that day so your words are very much unappreciated. I don't care who you are or what you can do, but I only listen to the orders of the three men in this room." Alonso and Milo both looked shocked, but Miko was just smirking. He already had seen first-hand the new person I had become in these past two years. Gone was the Alec who seemed confused, fearful, and stupid. My words clearly struck a nerve with their mother, but she never got to say anything in retaliation before her husband stopped her.

"Enough Caterina," Alonso ordered and his wife looked at him in anger.

"You dare to let this scum speak to me like that?" She snapped and Alonso looked exhausted from her behavior.

"Alec did not put Milo in jail, but he did take care of the person who did. So you should be thanking him instead of throwing insults." I wasn't expecting their mother, Caterina, to bow to her knees and apologize and she clearly looked like she wasn't planning on ever apologizing.

"When Milo is accustomed and back in his rightful place as head of the Mancini's, I want this man fired. I refuse to live in this house with him still here, breathing my air."

"How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you are not living here? Go live with dad." Miko snapped and his mother curled her lip at him before walking out of the room. She slammed the door shut behind her and Miko turned to his father. "You better go talk some sense into her because I'm two seconds from losing my shit. She's not staying here. Period, the end." Alonso still looked utterly exhausted and I felt some sympathy for the old man.

"I'm glad I gave up my throne already. I just want to enjoy my retirement in peace." He sighed before leaving the room as well. Now it was just me and the brothers and I had to be honest, I didn't exactly know what to do. It felt really awkward, mainly because Milo has just been sitting there in total silence, his eyes still not leaving me. Miko's phone going off interrupted the silence and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket.

"I'm gonna have to take this." He said as he walked around the desk, pausing to give me a wink. "I think you two have some catching up to do. We'll talk more tomorrow." His parting words didn't elevate the awkward feeling that still permeated the air. I didn't really know what to do or say. Do I hug him? Ask him how jail was? What do you do in situations like this? There's no handbook or manual explaining how to talk to your boyfriend after he's been in jail for two years thinking you're the one who put him there!

And to make it worse, he wouldn't stop fucking looking at me!

"If you're going to continuously stare at me, at least say something." I snapped and threw my hands in the air in frustration as he continued to say nothing and just stare. "I'm seriously losing my mind right now. I don't know what I'm supposed to say or do--". My words were cut off as Milo got out of his seat and walked over to me. I held my breath as he stood in front of me, so close I could kiss him. I wasn't sure what he was planning on doing. Did he want to strangle me? Hit me? My breath caught in my throat as he lifted his hand and slowly traced a finger down my cheek. I watched as those cold, dead eyes filled with warmth and I didn't bother holding back my tears anymore. The first drop made Milo frown and he wiped it away.

"Don't cry. You've done enough of that I'm sure." He said softly, his voice more baritone and gravely than I remembered it. Almost like he hadn't talked much for a while. I wanted to say something back to him, but I was afraid if I opened my mouth now to speak, I would just become a sobbing mess. Milo sensed that thought and decided to let all the words we'd never say be spoken with a kiss. A kiss so gentle and passionate, my knees shook with the threat of buckling under me. Milo wrapped a hand around my waist to keep me standing against him and I put mine around his neck. The kiss grew more intense as all the feelings and sexual frustration of being apart from each other came rushing back. Clearly, having sex in the meeting room wasn't the ideal way either of us wanted our reunion to happen, but the need was far too intense to stop and hurry to a room. We both shed our clothes quickly and I walked over to the desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. Yes, I know. Weird place for something like this, right? But Miko enjoys sex as much as the next person and I've walked in on him multiple times in this very room.

Milo walked over to me and grabbed the bottle from my hand before throwing his lips on mine again. I moaned into the kiss and backed Milo over to one of the chairs until he fell into it and I straddled him. I heard the top of the bottle of lube open and gasped from our kiss when I felt a cold wetness circle my entrance before slowly entering. I tried my hardest to keep my mouth occupied by continuing to kiss Milo, but by the third finger, I was a whimpering mess who couldn't keep my head up. My fingers dig into the soft leather of the armchair as I moaned wantonly at the fingers thrusting into me, loosening myself up for something even better. I bit my lip to try and keep my sounds at bay, but I was finding it more and more difficult. Milo removed his fingers before grabbing onto my hips and lowering me down onto his thick shaft. My whole body trembled at the feeling of having him inside me after so long. My eyelids fluttered closed as he circled his hips slowly before starting a steady rhythm. I wanted more. I didn't want to be slow and passionate in this office. I needed him so badly, it almost hurt.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and started bouncing in his lap, my stomach filling with a familiar heat at the sound of Milo's groans. I knew he was loving this as much as I was and it had been so long, I almost forgot how sexy his moans were. His hands moved to my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and guiding my hips back on him. He was close. I could tell by how his thrusts became more sporadic and jerky. I was becoming overwhelmed with all my emotions, that I wasn't sure how long I could hold out. My lips ghosted over Milos, panting heavily by our quick movements. He gave one last rough thrust before I felt him empty inside me, myself following after him with a strained gasp of relief. I collapsed onto his chest, both our chests heaving for air.

"That was one hell of a greeting." Milo joked. I lifted my head and gave him a lazy smiled, which he returned with a gentle kiss before I decided to get off his lap. My body shook a little as he pulled out and neither of us missed how my dick twitched from the feeling. I felt my cheeks heat up as I grabbed my clothes and started putting them on. "I have some things to attend to with Miko, but I do hope you're prepared. We have two years to make up." I knew what he was hinting at and it didn't help in making my blush go away.

"I believe I still have the stamina, the question is, do you? You've been sitting in a cell for the past two years." I joked as I buttoned up my shirt and rolled up the sleeves. Milo adjusted his blazer and buttoned the middle button before walking over and caressing my cheek.

"Baby, I never lose my stamina. If anything, it's gotten better. Be ready for a long night of activity." He answered in a sultry voice before giving me a wink and leaving the room. Dammit, now I was hard again. I groaned in frustration as I cleaned up the room before leaving. I needed to head back to the house and let Josh and Sean know Milo was out. I'm sure they would be happy, but I wasn't so sure they'd be accepting of me never being home. But did I care? Hell no. My man was back. As I started towards the front of the house, I stopped to think.

I could go home and tell my brother and friend about everything and then come back here or I could just stay and have a night full of wonders before having to go home and face the music. After some thinking—honestly, I didn't even take a second to think about it. I turned on my heels and headed towards Milos old room with a smile on my face.