I Dosed Him for Six Years

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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 alwayscompletely 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 heartsomething 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 himI 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.

After breakfast, Pierce drove me to the auto shop before heading to work.

Watching Pierce's car disappear around the corner, I immediately turned and headed straight for the nightclub.

Last night, someone had been dealing drugs in my establishment. Ajax, one of my enforcers, caught them and locked them on the top floor, waiting for me all night.

I interrogated them for an hour and extracted a name from those two punksQuincy Steele, the son of the current Crimson Brotherhood leader, Quinn Steele.

Staying away from drugs was a rule passed down through the Crimson Brotherhood. After Quinn took over, he got greedy for drug profits and broke that rule. He once tried to drag me into it, but I refused. I stuck my knife right in front of Quinn: "Anything can come into the West District except drugs. If Mr. Steele wants to sell, I can't stop you. But if you try to sell in my territory, better come with your neck washed clean."

The Steele father and son clearly didn't take my words seriously.

After crippling both hands of those two drug-dealing scumbags, I wiped the blood off my hands and headed downstairs, instructing Ajax: "Find out where Quincy's stash is. Bury him with the drugs."

Ajax hesitated: "Felix, are we really going up against the boss?"

"Someone's already dancing on my forehead and you want me to pretend I don't see it? Today Quincy can deal drugs in my place, tomorrow Quinn can stuff drugs down my throat. They sell drugs in my territory and pocket the cashwhat am I, a saint?"

Turning the corner, I caught sight of Pierce at the bar.

He walked toward me. I instantly fell silent, my mind going blank, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest.

I'd been playing the part of an honest, law-abiding mechanic in front of Pierce for six years.

I never dared bring even a trace of blood home.

First, I didn't want Pierce to know too much.

Life in this world is unpredictable.

My life is cheap. If I die, I die.

Pierce is different. Pierce is precious.

Second, I made a vow to Pierce eight years ago. No knives, no fighting, no crime. I'd be a good, honest person and let him take care of me for the rest of my life.

I'd lied to Pierce. I was afraid he wouldn't stay with me forever.

After Pierce got married, Faye almost never came home.

Faye didn't care about me, and she didn't care about Pierce either.

I dropped out of school at sixteen.

At seventeen, Pierce took me in. He visited every high school in the city, compared them all, had drinks with people, and got me into a school with excellent teachers and a good atmosphere.

The day it all worked out, Pierce got drunk and collapsed by the sofa, hugging me and rubbing my head, his chin resting on top of my head, saying: "Our little Felix is going to school now. Don't be afraid. I'll support you. You'll get better and better, better and better."

I opened my mouth but didn't tell him I didn't want to go to school.

I obediently drank my milk, obediently grew taller, obediently went to school.

Then in corners where Pierce couldn't see, I carried long knives and fought gang wars.

Pierce found injuries on my body. Later, he caught me in an alley after a fight, covered in blood.

Under Pierce's scrutinizing gaze, half my body went numb.

As clean as Pierce was in the sunlight, that's how dirty I was in the shadows.

I stiffened my neck and pieced myself together, bristling with defenses.

I said: "You saw? I'm not what you thought. I'm not good at all."

"I didn't want to go to school. You're the one who made me go."

"If you think I'm too much trouble and don't want me anymore, I'll leave."

Pierce moved. He walked over, crouched down, and used the sleeve of his white shirt to wipe the blood off my face.

"If you don't want to go to school, don't go. Even if you amount to nothing, I can still afford to keep you."

"I won't abandon you. When I took you in, I was prepared to take care of you for the rest of your life."

He held my hand, gentle but firm, and took away my knife.

"But Felix, I need you to promise meno more knives, no more fighting, no more getting hurt, no more risking your life. Be good and let me take care of you, honestly and properly."

I made the promise, and Pierce believed me.

He was almost stupidly righteous.

Pierce and I are different. The worst thing that's probably ever happened to him in his whole life was getting cheated on by my sister.

But by the time I was fifteen, I'd already experienced all the suffering life had to offer.

I clawed my way out of the mud, stained black through and through. No amount of washing could make me clean. Not even promises could change that.

Sometimes I think, if Pierce had taken me in two years earlier, maybe I really could have been a good kid.

Like he wanted. Go to school properly, get better and better.

But that wasn't possible. From the moment I picked up that steel pipe and crippled my father at sixteen, from the moment I joined the Crimson Brotherhood under Quinn, my world changed.

In Harbor City, once you pick up a knife and join a gang, you can only climb higher.

Either become the boss or die. There's no leaving halfway.

Ajax said: "Felix, I think I see Pierce."

"..."

Thanks. I'm not blind.

Pierce seemed to be looking for someone. His wandering gaze suddenly landed on me, his brow furrowing as he squinted.

I quickly snatched Ajax's cap and pulled it down over my head, tugging the brim low.

I'd just gotten covered in blood upstairs.

The smell of blood on me was so strong it almost overpowered the mixed scents of the nightclub, rushing straight into my nostrils.

Pierce absolutely couldn't see me like this.

Otherwise, the game would really be over.

As Pierce passed by, I turned and lit a cigarette. The smoke blurred the space between us.

For a moment, I saw Pierce reach his hand toward me.

My heart raced, my pupils contracted. I hoped he wouldn't recognize me, but I also hoped he could see through the smoke and grab hold of me.

"Pierce."

That moment of connection was severed. Pierce lowered his hand and looked toward the voice. When he saw who called him, his eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth lifting in a subtle smile.

That kind of smileI'd seen it a thousand times, ten thousand times, eight years ago.

A smile that belonged only to Faye.

Pierce brushed past me, walking toward Faye.

Whenever Faye was around, Pierce wasn't my Pierce anymore.

I crushed the burning cigarette into my palm, turned around, and watched them openly.

Right now, I didn't need to worry about Pierce recognizing me.

When Faye appeared, Pierce couldn't see anyone else.

Over there, Pierce stood sideways, slightly bent at the waist, listening quietly and attentively to what Faye was saying.

For Pierce to look back at me? I'd have to wait until the next life.

But someone like me, when I die, I'm going to hell. Who knows if there'll even be a next life.

So, what was that saying? Some flowers need to be plucked when they bloom.

I pointed at Pierce's back and told Ajax: "You stay here and watch him. If he hasn't left in ten minutes, tie him up and send him to Seaview Bay."

I took a few steps away, then turned back and said to Ajax:

"Be careful. Don't hurt him."

I leaned against my car and called Pierce. He didn't answer the first time.

The second call finally went through. I whined lazily: "Pierce, why aren't you home? I'm starving."

It was noisy on his end: "I've got something to take care of. Grab something outside."

"Pierce, my stomach hurts. Can you come home early?"

"Mm. Gotta go."

I stared at the darkened screen for a long time before shoving my phone into my pocket.

I waited outside the nightclub for ten minutes. Pierce didn't come out.

I told him my stomach hurt, and he still didn't come home.

I knew I couldn't compare to Faye, but I didn't think the gap was this big.

I was about to go crazy with jealousy.