He picked up the phone and put it to his ears. "Spade" he heard the wheezing sound of his uncle's voice, he blinked He never really liked his uncle, as a kid the man's face terrified him to his core, whenever Salvatore came visiting, he would stare and stare at his face and scars, asking himself how the man had sustained such hideous injury.

"Salvatore" he grunted out, he never really liked calling the man uncle, it just didn't sit right with him. There was something skeptical about the man that always had him on his toes.

"How's it going"? He asked, Spade mentally rolled his eyes, as he hated the idea of making small talks with his uncle.

"Good" he muttered, waiting for the man to go straight to the point

"I've been trying to reach you for a while now, didn't Matteo tell you"? He asked

"He did"

He wanted to ask what Salvatore wanted but he held himself back as he heard shuffling on the other side of the phone, and the heavy wheezy breathing of the man. "Well, I called to remind you of the auction"

"I know about it, that's the whole point of being the Don" he muttered out

"Right, right" his uncle rushed out "I wanted to ask if you'd be coming for this year's own"?

"You know my answer to that Salvatore, I don't go to these things unless it's really necessary" he muttered uninterested

"Yes of course I know, I thought maybe this year would be different, your presence would really be appreciated, you know people talk and there's been rumors about plots against you, it would be a good idea to come, at least let the familia see you again, remind them who you are and why you're their Don" Salvatore encouraged, making Spade to sigh out.

"My absence there doesn't change anything, whatever you're hearing, they're just rumors, the family over there knows better than to cross me" he muttered, a tone of warning to his voice, his eyes landed on Matteo as the blonde looked at him expectantly.

"But....." He cut him off quickly

"No buts Salvatore, nothing's changing my mind, I won't be there and the auction will hold, like it has been since I took over, anyone who has a problem with how I run things, should come to me" he muttered before took the phone off his ear and ended the call, before dropping it on the table.

This was why he never spoke to or called his uncle, their relationship had always been like this. As a kid he was terrified of Salvatore, but as he grew up and watched how things unfolded, he held a deep resentment for the man. The only reason he still tolerated him was because of his late mother.

He hated Salvatore because the man watched as his father abused their mother, made life hell for Spade and Matteo, and didn't say anything, even when their father killed their mother, he still didn't take any action or say anything

But since Spade took over from his father after killing the man, his uncle always tried to rule for him, to control his decisions when it came to the mafia.

"What did he want"? Matteo muttered, his jaw clenched and his voice hard.

"He wants me to come to the auction next week"

Matteo's cocked his brows at Spade "Are you going"? He asked, and Spade just shook his head

"Even if I did have plans of going before, which I don't, not anymore" he muttered out, he really wanted to stay back, he might have wanted to go, maybe if he wasn't with Nate, then he would have considered Salvatore's offer, but now he couldn't even go even if he wanted to, he just got with Nate, he wasn't an expert on relationships but even he knew that leaving at such an early stage in their relationship wasn't a good idea.

"Why's that"? Matteo asked

"I need to stay back, because of Nate" he finally admitted out, watching Matteo, knowing the blonde would probably start his teasing again.

"I knew something was up between the two of you" he almost squealed out "you're dating him aren't you"? He asked, Spade sighed out, not wanting to give Matteo the satisfaction of knowing, but his silence gave the blonde the answer he needed, making him gasp out in shock.

"Dios mos" (oh my God) he squealed out dramatically "you are dating him, fuck, when did this happen"? He asked, Spade just rolled his eyes at him.

"Don't you have work to do"? He asked, almost as if wanting to chase the blonde from his office

"Nope, I don't have anything to do at the moment, you're gonna tell me everything that happened, where it happened and when" he said adjusting himself on the couch, as if watching a sit com

"Well I have something I want to do, so I'd appreciate it if you get the fuck out of my office" he grunted out, making Matteo to roll his eyes at Spade.

"No need to get all aggressive on me" he muttered before he got up and advanced towards the door "if you're not gonna tell me, then I'm gonna ask Nate" he said suggestively, with a wink before pulling the door open and walking outside.

Spade almost growled out as he knew Matteo would do well to go through with the threat of asking Nate, and Nate being the innocent clueless bunny he was, he would tell Matteo everything.

He groaned out, he didn't want Matteo teasing him about it. Sometimes he wish he could just kill the blonde and be free from his constant jabs and jest.

He made a mental note to make sure Nate stayed away from Matteo for the time being, only until the blonde went to italy, he would keep Nate away from him. He didn't want Matteo corrupting Nate for him, that was only his job to do.

Thinking of italy, his mind drifted to what Salvatore had told him. There was something about that man that he just never trusted. Too sketchy and suspicious.

He always claimed to have loved their mother as his only sister, but he never did anything to save her from their father's constant abuse, until she died.

Even they as her kids, he did nothing to help them. Everything Spade had now, he worked hard for, he didn't get anything from anyone, so he didn't owe anyone anything.

That was why he always hated it if Salvatore tried to tell him what to do, the man had no right. The only reason he didn't kill Salvatore the same way he killed his father, was because the man shared the same blood as his mother.

****

Nate had just gotten into the club, he suddenly felt nervous, it was like coming to the club for the first time all over again. Nothing about the club made him nervous, it was the grey eyed man waiting for him that was making his palms sweaty, his whole body hot.

He still couldn't believe he was officially with Spade, well not really officially, they weren't public yet, but still it felt like a long dream that he would wake up from. It felt to surreal and too good to be real.

He didn't know if he was supposed to go see Spade immediately he came or just go straight to his makeshift office. He'd never been in a relationship or even a situationship before, he didn't know what to do, or how to act.

Maybe if Su was here, she probably would have helped him out. He had almost researched about things people in a relationship do, but a meeting he had made him hold on to the thought, he didn't get another chance to search on the topic again.

Everything about this was so new to him, he didn't want to make the whole thing boring, or do things Spade wouldn't like, like when he almost touched Spade's nipple this morning, as much as he liked the way Spade reacted to it, he didn't know if Spade liked it, but if he didn't like it, he would have reacted differently.

He really wanted to make this work, more than anything. He liked how Spade made him feel, and he didn't want the feeling to stop anytime soon.

He sighed out, stopping at Spade's door, contemplating if he should go in or just go to his makeshift office. He wasn't sure Spade wanted them to be public about their relationship, and he didn't want to do something that would upset Spade.

After a while of standing in front of the door, he decided to go to the makeshift office, maybe later he'd come to see Spade, that is if he was sure he wouldn't lose his nerve and become nervous again.

He walked into the makeshift office and Bernie was already there, only now did he realize he'd been absent from the club for almost five days, following his conversation with Spade, it didn't even cross his mind that Bernie would be here.

He saw the way the man looked at him, his eyes growing slightly wide "Nate, I thought you had quit" he said and Nate just let out a nervous chuckle as he scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry I didn't tell you I'd be absent for a while, I was just kind of busy" he muttered, the man just waved him off

"It's okay, I just kind of thought the boss had scared you away" he said chuckling lightly "he can be like that, but he means well"

Nate just nodded, knowing Spade didn't scare him away, his fears and insecurities almost did. On the contrary, he came back because of same said Spade.

He plopped himself on the couch with a heavy thud, making Bernie to chuckle. "Rough day"? He asked and Nate just nodded "It gets better"

Bernie was acting so cool around him that he was kind of forgetting the man was in the fucking mafia, he couldn't believe he thought Bernie was going to hurt him the first time they'd met.

The man was actually pretty cool and suave, always talking to Nate and making him feel at ease. They might even be considered friends, he couldn't believe he was making friends already

They both heard the door open and their attention turned there, Nate felt his breath hitch up as he saw who was at the door, he almost choked on his own spit, oblivious to the way Spade and Nate stared at each other "Boss" Bernie muttered, making Spade's eyes to shift from Nate to him momentarily.

"Bernie" he muttered before he looked back at Nate, he thought Scarlett was lying when she told him Nate had showed up at the club, he half expected the young man to come meet him at his own office immediately he came, but here he was, lounging with Bernie, that made him clench his jaw.

What was it about Bernie that Nate liked that he was always so comfortable around him? "I need to have a word with Nate" he muttered dangerously low, this made Nate to swallow hard, as he felt Bernie looked at him, Nate looked at him and Bernie mouthed a silent 'goodluck' to him before he walked out of the office leaving Nate and Spade

Nate turned to look at Spade and he would see the fury and rage in those grey eyes, making him to feel self conscious and a bit scared.

He swallowed hard, as he watched Spade slowly advance towards him. He was putting on a black turtleneck and black slacks "When did you arrive"? He asked lowly, his voice, hard, thick and husky.

"Uhm... A few minutes ago" Nate whispered, already feeling the fear consume him, he'd definitely pissed Spade off, something he was avoiding.

With slow, menacing steps Spade took towards him, he wanted to recoil back into the couch, he felt small and cornered, like a prey that had fallen into the trap of it's predator.

"Why didn't you come to see me first"? He asked, his voice dripping with something Nate couldn't quite understand, he swallowed hard, his eyes moving from Spade to the door and back to him.

"I... Uh... I didn't think... Sorry I thought you were busy" he stuttered out, Spade was now in front of him, his crotch area directly in front of Nate's face, as sweet scents of his cologne filled the young man's nose.

Spade didn't know if he was turned on or angry at the fact that Nate had totally ignored him and came to Bernie instead. But he knew one thing tho He was fucking jealous.

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