Chapter 66: "Diego"

Third POV

"Don Marco has decided that since only one person passed the test, that person will be taking on both roles as his personal servant and a guard."

After Tony made the announcement, the crowd began whispering among themselves. Some expressed displeasure, while others commended Fabio’s skills and accepted the decision.

"Anyone who has a problem with that?" Marco’s voice interrupted, instantly silencing the murmurs.

Everyone lowered their heads uniformly, well, except Fabio, who was as slow as usual but eventually did so.

Marco stood in front of the crowd with his hands in his pockets, trying his best to keep his eyes from wandering anywhere other than the one person he had been watching.

"What is your name?" Marco asked, his voice lowered as he stood directly in front of Fabio.

This made Fabio raise his head, meeting Marco’s gaze without hesitation.

Fabio deliberately did not answer quickly. Then, after a short silence, and with a sly, light smirk, he finally replied, "Diego."

At the mention of that name, the corner of Marco’s eye twitched before his expression narrowed in realization. However, Marco did not act impulsively. Instead, he kept his expression composed and asked, "How did someone as skilled as you end up as a servant?"

It was Fabio’s turn to narrow his eyes, understanding that Marco was intending to mess with him in return. Nevertheless, he answered without losing his composure.

"There was a shortage of servants, so I was sent."

Marco remained silent as they maintained an intense stare, neither of them willing to look away first. At last, Marco turned around and gestured for Fabio to follow him. The two walked away, with Tony and James following not far behind.

As they headed back to the mansion, no one said a word. At least, not until they reached the door to Marco’s office on the second floor of the villa. Marco stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the other two men.

"Not a word about his identity," he ordered, barely sparing them a glance. "You want to prove your loyalty to me, this is your chance."

"Understood, Don," they replied in unison, giving a slight bow.

Marco led Fabio inside while Tony and James remained on guard outside.

With the sun almost fully set, the office had grown quieter, and the fading light stretched across the glass windows.

Fabio walked over to the window and stood there, gazing outside with a blank expression as he lost himself in thought. Behind him, Marco took off his suit jacket placing it on the the two-seater sofa in there and slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons of his black shirt. He then untucked it from his trousers, letting it hang loosely around his waist.

Once he was done, Marco began approaching Fabio, stopping just a short distance behind him. Neither of them moved for a moment, until Marco’s voice finally reached Fabio’s ears.

"Diego, huh?"

Fabio shifted his eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of Marco’s shadow hovering over him. Keeping his voice innocent, he replied, "I had to think of a name fast."

Unknown to Fabio, Marco’s gaze had grown sharper. His eyes briefly travelled down to Fabio’s ass before moving up again, settling on the exposed skin of his neck. He studied it for a moment, his attention lingering longer than necessary.

"You think about him a lot, is that it?" Marco asked, his lips parting slightly as he continued scrutinising Fabio’s neck.

Fabio did not reply this time. Instead, he kept his attention on the setting sun, refusing to give Marco the satisfaction of a response. However, his silence did not stop Marco from moving closer.

A moment later, Fabio felt something cold against the back of his neck. The unexpected touch made him shiver slightly, and he attempted to turn around to see what Marco was doing. Before he could, Marco swiftly wrapped one arm around his waist and brought it around to his abdomen, holding him firmly in place.

His other hand remained on Fabio’s neck, his fingers slowly tracing the veins beneath the skin. Each touch was deliberate, leaving Fabio painfully aware of every movement, even as he tried to keep his expression unchanged.

Fabio neither pushed Marco away nor attempted to resist him. He also refused to give any indication that he was enjoying the attention. His face remained almost blank, as though Marco’s actions meant nothing to him. Still, the tension in his body threatened to betray him.

Marco, however, did not seem bothered by the lack of reaction. His fingers moved to the side of Fabio’s neck, then to the front, where he pressed his thumb lightly against Fabio’s Adam’s apple before tracing his collarbone.

Throughout it all, Fabio remained unresponsive, keeping his eyes fixed on the view outside.

With the piece of clothe getting in his way, Marco eventually began unbuttoning Fabio’s shirt. He undid the first button and paused, returning to the teasing touches instead of immediately moving to the next one. He used only the tips of his fingers, letting them crawl over Fabio’s skin rather than touching him with his entire hand.

Being teased like this for a while began to wear down Fabio’s resolve. His patience was running thin, and keeping himself still was becoming increasingly difficult. However, being the stubborn man he was, Fabio gritted his teeth and continued to hold his ground, determined not to give Marco the reaction he wanted.

Meanwhile, Marco moved to the second button and unfastened it, revealing more of Fabio’s upper chest. His attention immediately settled on Fabio’s nipples, and he began by pinching the one on the right.

Fabio’s lips parted, almost allowing a sound to escape. However, he quickly bit his lower lip, stopping himself before Marco could hear anything. He was dangerously close to losing control, but he refused to let Marco know how much the teasing was affecting him.

Marco then began reaching for the other nipple, seemingly intent on continuing until Fabio finally gave in. However, before he could touch it, a loud bang against the door interrupted them.

"Babe! These your minions are stopping me from seeing you!"

It was Luca. There was no need to ask.