The Russos 10

The Russos 10

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Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 20,898
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Tony tries to catch Angelo before he leaves to go on the road. Drake has another heart-to-heart talk with his son. Angelo comes back when he gets news that Johnny is once again in the hospital. Tony and Angelo make love.

The Russos 10
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The Russos 10

The Russos 10

eXtasy Books

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Word Count: 20,898
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Drake walked outside in the garden with his son. He listened while Angelo talked about the position he was in with the band. “Let me help you. I can get you out of this.”

“Dad, I signed that contract. I have an obligation. I don’t expect you to bail me out all the time as if I was a child.”

Drake looked at him. No, Angelo was no longer a child, and from the looks of it, he was leaving. His bags were sitting in the hall. He had showered and shaved. “Are you sure you can’t stick around another day?” Drake placed an arm around his son. “It is your birthday next week.”

Angelo shook his head. Dressed in faded blue jeans and a beige T-shirt, he looked almost as elegant as he had yesterday. He pulled his hair back and put an elastic around it. “Dad, I have to be back by tomorrow. My flight is already booked for four this afternoon.”

“I wish I had just taken you into the band when you asked me last year. I...”

“Dad,” Angelo laughed, “I’m not being tortured. It’s just a pain, and I really don’t want to leave Mike. I mean...even next year; I don’t know. Mike to me is like Mac is to you, you know?”

“I know. Can I get Carter to take you to the airport, at least?”

“Well, I already asked him to take the gifts back to the house and then take me to the airport later.” Angelo grinned.

“You’re quick. Why don’t we take the private jet out tonight and then you could stay longer?” Drake suggested.

“Because, Dad, the jet is for you guys to use when you tour. Frank will have a fit.”

“Screw Frank,” Drake laughed. “From what I hear, you came close to screwing him last did his girlfriend?”

Angelo sighed. “Never mind, it was nothing.”

“It was something to Tony.” Drake met his son’s eyes.

Angelo looked away. “I don’t want to talk about Tony, okay? God, can’t everyone just leave it alone? I want to forget about Tony.”

“Pretend like nothing ever happened between you?” Drake suggested.

“Yeah...just like that,” Angelo snapped.

“It will come back to haunt you,” Drake told him.

“Probably, but for now, I just want to get as far away from Tony as I can get.”

“Is it still that bad?” Drake asked him.

He nodded and looked away.

“I see. I’m sorry. Maybe you could...he wants you. He’s in love with you, Angelo.”

“I know that.”

“Then why don’t—”

“Because I can’t get past the pain, and God knows I’ve tried. I’m sorry. It’s not going to work out between Tony and me.”

“But with time...?” Drake trailed off.

“With time, I’ll stop loving him.”

“You’re stubborn just like I was, and you know what, it doesn’t stop. Years from now, he may have someone else, and you may be with another, but—”

“Dad, don’t lecture me. People fall out of love all the time. Tell Tony find...not to wait for me.”

“He won’t listen.” Drake shook his head.

“Well, that’s his choice,” Angelo returned. “I’ve got to go; there’s Carter now. Bye, Dad.”

“Call me,” Drake told him.

“Say goodbye to Johnny and Pep for me, okay?” he said, climbing into the limo that was piled high with wedding gifts.

Tony watched Angelo getting into the limo. He saw Drake lift his hand in goodbye. He called his name out the window, but he knew he couldn’t hear him.

Tony tore out of the room and raced down the stairs. He pushed open the front door and came down to the curb just in time to watch the limo disappear around the corner.

His chest heaving from the exertion, Tony looked at Drake. “He’s gone, isn’t he?”

Drake nodded. “He’s gone to take the gifts back to the house, and—”

Tony didn’t wait for any more of an explanation. “Give me the keys to your car!”

Drake fished in his pocket and handed him the keys. “It’s the Corvette,” he told him, “but Tony, I wouldn’t bother if I were you. He told me to tell you not to wait for him.”

Tony turned around as he inserted the key into the car door. “He can’t tell me what to do. I’ll wait forever for him if I want to. Drake.” Tony turned down the window and got into the car. “I’m not giving him up.” He put the key into the ignition and roared down the driveway.

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