Lies of Omission : A dark mafia M/M, page 1
LIES OF OMISSION
C. LYMARI
Lies of Omission Copyright © 2024 by C. Lymari.
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CONTENTS
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Authors Note
Foreword
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Epilogue
Thank You
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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AUTHORS NOTE
Hi guys, thank you so much for taking the time to read Lies of Omission. This book is a dark romance MM and includes triggering content. For a full list, you can check it out here:
https://www.clymaribooks.com/triggerwarnings
I hope you enjoy Sal & Theo’s story.
Xo
Claudia
FOREWORD
You have been praying so long
For the strength to outlive the pain
they inflicted on you,
that you forgotten you are already strong.
-Nikita Gill
Never apologize for who you are
PREFACE
Theodore
23 years old
How much would you be willing to pay for freedom?
To obtain peace, you must first shed blood, but it wasn’t always going to be your own.
Freedom came from a mouth filled with lies. A body coated in deception and the hearts of those you trusted the most.
I’ve learned that freedom wasn’t freedom if you lost yourself along the way.
I sighed as the morning light filtered through the high windows. My fingers itched as they tried to reach the pristine skin next to me. It was soft and smooth but also taut and filled with hard edges in all the right places.
A part of me didn’t move from fear that the moment I did, this would be over. That the fantasy we were currently living would shatter around us. Everything would go to hell today, and it was making me sick. It was still too early in the morning, judging by the sun's rays, but soon the clock would strike eight, and all the walls that had crumbled down last night would let the floodgates in.
Not being able to stand it anymore, I tentatively reached for his hair. It was still messy from how much I kept pulling it last night. A soft moan escaped him, and my cock twitched.
I can get hard at the worst of times: check.
I was really hating myself. Slowly I got out of bed, careful not to disturb him. The floor was a mess, with all of our clothes scattered everywhere. Something tightened in my chest at the sight of my jeans and t-shirt lying with his pants and dress shirt. The reminder that we came from two different worlds were evident in everything we did in life.
Even at school, when we had our uniforms on, he always wore them better than I did. I fumbled through life while he barreled through with no fear. I would not be in this predicament if I were more like him. Grabbing my discarded jeans, I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and gripped the edge of the sink. My phone was burning through my pocket. I dreaded taking it out and looking at it. My time here was coming to an end.
“Maybe in another life, little cub.” Sal smirked at me as he walked away.
You could say this was that other life and things were still as fucked up as they had ever been. Knowing I had to face the music and live with the consequences of my actions, I pulled open the door, only to stop dead at the sight before me.
Sal was already awake. He was leaning back on the pillows. His chest was still bare, and I could see all the contours of his abdomen. The perfect sculpted V that I had the pleasure of tracing with my tongue was mocking me. His chest rose as he inhaled the cigarette and then exhaled as his face clouded with smoke. Allowing me a moment to school myself before I saw the face I was about to betray.
The smoke cleared out, and Sal looked at me. His eyes were no longer warm, but icy. The smirk he gave me was nothing like the one from last night that had me giving in to what I knew was a bad idea. This was a sneer like the one he wore before we ever became whatever fucked-up mess we were now. He was looking down at me like I disgusted him, and the nerves that were starting to eat at me were demolishing me now.
“Do I have time to eat breakfast before the police come and arrest me?”
He knew all along.
I was fucked.
ONE
24 years old
“Your father must be proud,” Judge Lyons sneered after my court hearing. “Following his footsteps. Can’t say I’m surprised. Sooner or later, all of you Zinnettis will fall.”
My face stayed stoic, careful not to reveal a thing. People let their guard down when they thought they had beaten you, and I just needed him to give me something useful. I had been on this wild-goose chase for a hot fucking minute. A fucking breakthrough was all I was asking for. No matter how much it was on the tip of my tongue to tell the judge just how a few hours ago I was fucking his son. My silence was not because I was trying to protect the cowardly little shit. If the courtroom had been packed, I would have told him just how much his Theodore loved it when I fucked him.
I could only imagine the smile gracing my lips was nothing short of feral. My little cub changed the rules of our game, and as soon as I was out, I would be dealing with him.
Judge Lyons’s gaze was on me, and all I could see was hatred. I cocked my head, trying to find a resemblance to Theodore, but it was barely there.
“See you soon,” I mocked as they led me away.
With cuffed hands, they dragged me to the back, where I would be transported to the correctional facility. Waiting in the back for me was Armando. He looked pissed at what was going on, but we both knew this was the only chance we would get for some real answers.
“You look tired,” I told him as soon as he approached me.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Sal,” he spat. “We’re not ready.”
I shrugged.
“I mean, the timing isn’t right, but we got this opportunity, so let's not waste it.”
Armando’s glare was amusing at best. His fucking plan went out the window the moment Theodore decided he was done being a pawn. A part of me was proud of him for putting himself first, even if it came at the cost of my freedom.
“You are taking this a lot better than I thought. Armando eyed me warily.
“I got laid last night. I think it’s the post-sex glow.” I smirked at him, and the fucker punched me.
He cleared his throat when he saw one of the guards coming. “Tell my old man I send my regards. Give me at least three months to get shit sorted.”
I was barely nodding as they started to escort me away. Everything was done quickly, smoothly, and, most of all, quietly, which only confirmed what Armando and I already knew. There was a rat in our family, and they had been there for a long time.
Once I was seated, ready to be transported, my mind reeled back to last night. I hadn’t seen Theodore since our high school graduation. I needed him to leave because I saw that he wanted to stay, so I did the only thing I could think of. I let him go.
A dry laugh escaped me. It worked out a little too well if my current predicament was anything to go by. Now, here we were five years later, and it felt like no time had passed between us. Seeing him yesterday had been a fucking shock. I should have stayed away, but I was never quite good at doing that either.
“Cops are here,” Cristian spat as he walked inside the security room inside the club.
Armando and I immediately switched our conversation to something else. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust him, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
“They’re not going to find anything,” Armando told him with a lazy drawl.
Cristian huffed. “I know that. It’s just so fucking annoying.”
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. His temper was getting on my nerves. With his father currently in charge of the family, our future wouldn’t bode well if Cristian were to be at the helm. He was a spoiled little shit that didn’t care for his future or ours.
“Who’s here?” I asked Armando.
He went about switching the cameras to see how many cops had come and how many were on our payroll, when the sight of brown curls caught my eye.
My heart sped up, and before I could school my reactions, I was taking the computer mouse away from Armando.
“That’s the judge’s kid, isn’t it?” Cristian perked up. His bloodlust had someone in sight. My hand went to his shoulder and pushed him back down.
“I’ll deal with this,” I said without looking at either of them. Although I could feel Armando’s gaze on me, he didn’t have to tell me this was a bad fucking idea because I already knew that.
Before anyone could question me, I walked out of the door and made my way down to the lobby. I was like an addict chasing his drug of choice after a relapse.
I scanned the club as soon as I made it to the main floor, and I found him instantly by his fucking hair. Adrenaline started to spread through my veins. The last time we saw each other, things hadn’t ended on good terms, but maybe it wasn’t too late to rectify a few things. Theodore Lyons was at the bar, looking as out of place in my domain as I felt whenever he was near. He was a bit taller than what I remembered, but not by much. His brown hair was still curly, but shorter. It suited him and made him look a bit older. His cheeks weren’t as rounded, a bit hollower, but there was still something soft about him. The cop uniform amused me. Not the route I thought he would take, especially since his father would assume it was beneath them, but I was proud of him for sticking it to Judge Lyons in his own way.
“Can I help you, little lion?” I whispered when I was standing next to him.
Even in the loud club, I heard his sharp intake of breath.
He had to have known I would be here, and that was fucking with my head. Theo slowly turned his head toward me, and those brown eyes were hesitant as they took me in.
“Zinnetti,” he said with a head nod in acknowledgment.
I laughed.
“So, I’m no longer Sal?” His jaw clenched. “Although I did prefer it when you called me God.” His nostrils flared, and I bit back a smile. Anger was better than not feeling anything at all, right? “I’m not sure blue is the right color for you,” I teased as I leaned against the bar.
I signaled for the bartender to come since Theo had failed miserably to get his attention.
“Drinking on the job?”
He inhaled and exhaled. When the bartender approached, he asked him a few questions regarding a call they had come to answer. Apparently, someone made a phone call about a couple of douches slipping pills. The bartender looked at me as if asking for permission to talk, since we liked to take care of things like this in-house. With a subtle nod, he gave Theo the information he needed.
Once that was done, he waited a second before he turned around.
“It was good seeing you again, Theo,” I told him, and I meant it. I turned around, ready to go back to the security room, when his hand wrapped around my arm. My skin felt alive at that second. It was better than any high I had ever felt.
I didn’t say anything. I just raised a brow. I was tired of hearing myself talk, and I just wanted to listen to his voice.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out, as if he was trying to work something out.
“I get out of work in two hours.”
My heart was stammering.
“And I care, why?”
The indifference in my tone surprised even me.
“My car has a flat.” It was a lie, but I didn’t call him out on it. He rattled his precinct number and then left without another word.
It left me restless, but in an hour and a half, I was already out the door. He didn’t say a word when he climbed into my car. My phone kept pinging with text messages and calls from Armando. I looked at them but otherwise ignored them.
“Your place or mine?” I spat the question at him.
It was irrational, but after all these years this wasn’t how I envisioned our first meeting would go. If you’d asked me this morning, I would have told you that I hadn’t even considered this a possibility, but here we were, and whether I should or not, I was about to give in.
“Y-yours.” His voice wavered, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
We made it to my condo in no time. He followed quietly behind me as I opened the door. Once he passed the threshold, I snapped. My hand reached to his shoulder and turned him around. His brow furrowed, but he did nothing when I brought him closer to me.
There were no words I could say at this moment. I brought my lips to his and relished the taste of him. Deception tasted like heaven on his lips. His back hit the wall with more force than necessary, but that didn’t seem to bother him. His arms wrapped around my neck, and a part of me felt lighter. My hand made its way to his hair and gripped those soft curls. He let go of my mouth with a soft moan.
A trail of clothes followed us as I guided him to my bed. My cock was throbbing, and I knew his was too. It wasn’t going to be a quick fuck, and a part of me needed to see him laid out just for me.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” I told him between kisses. The backs of his legs made contact with my bed.
Theo bit my lip softly. “I know.”
Fuck.
I pushed him back and admired the view. He was still thinner than me but more in shape than he had been. He had a four-pack that was not fully defined. I could see his dick tenting his boxer briefs and precum already leaking. No one has looked as good in my bed as he had. I leaned in and put my hands on either side of his head.
“You missed my cock, little lion?” I smirked.
He didn’t answer me, but he also didn’t stop me when I began to kiss his neck. I brought one of my hands down to his chest and began to explore my way down the contours of his body. My lips grazed his chest and I licked his nipple, and he let out a soft little whine, somewhere between a moan and a laugh.
“Still ticklish,” I murmured more to myself than him as I kissed lower.
With my tongue, I traced the lines of his barely-there abs. Theo’s breathing was jagged, and I could hear him panting. I kissed lower until my fingers traced the elastic of his boxers. He shifted his hips to allow me to remove them.
“Are you going to hold on and wait for me, or will you shoot off as soon as I put my mouth on you?”
His eyes were blazing with lust. Theo licked his lips as I hovered over his dick.
“It was only once,” he breathed.
I smiled as I licked the head. He hissed.
