Spade walked out of the room, feeling a little bit satisfied with himself. Although he hadn't exactly gotten what he wanted, but he was able to convince Nate to stay the night.

He mentally gave himself a pat on the back before walking towards the kitchen to meet Matteo, but to his surprise, the blonde was perched on his couch, a glass of drink in his hand as he twirled it in the cup.

He heard Spade's footsteps before he saw him, raising his head, his eyes met with Spade's, questioning him mentally and Spade just nodded his head, as if passing the message across that he'd convinced him to stay.

He sat on the couch close to Matteo as he let out a deep sigh "Is he okay"? Matteo asked and he just nodded

"Yeah, he agreed to stay the night" Spade mutttered and Matteo just nodded slowly, before picking up the second glass on the table and poured scotch inside it, handing it to Spade.

Spade took it, looking at the liquid inside the cup, he brought it up to his lips and took a swig of it, feeling it burn his chest before dropping the cup back on the table, both of them just sitting down quietly in the room, feeling the silence eat deep through each one of them.

"How did you know"? Spade finally broke the silence, looking in front of him in the open space and Matteo just looked at him, scanning his expression, Spade should know that if anyone knew him better, it would be Matteo

"That you like him"? He asked and Spade just nodded, swallowing hard. "I've never seen you worry about anyone the way you worry about him" Matteo muttered and Spade just looked at Matteo for a few seconds before facing his front.

Matteo was right, he worries about Nate too much, always pulling his hair, but it was all because he was trying to understand this crazy pull and attraction towards Nate. He didn't even realize he'd admitted to Matteo that he liked Nate. He couldn't control himself at all whenever it involved Nate, it was like he was a whole different person around him.

He sighed out running his hands through his face, before picking up the glass of scotch and drinking it all, he would worry about that later, for now he still had unfinished conversation with Matteo.

"You said something about what happened tonight at the party"? He asked again and Matteo quickly sat up straight, running his tongue through his teeth, he smacked his lips

"Yes, I got a few things off some friends, after you guys left, I think they were able to contain the shootings but no one saw the shooter, Liam's men checked everywhere but they didn't find anything" Matteo muttered and Spade ran his fingers through his rough beards, scratching it as he stared in front of him.

"So no one, not even the security outside saw our shooter"? He asked and Matteo shook his head

"No, the security were shot too, immediately Liam was brought down, they were next" Matteo explained, Spade sighed out, Matteo watched him before speaking further. "There's something else" he added making Spade to look at him with questioning eyes. "Liam wasn't the only one that was shot" he muttered out and Spade just scrunched his brows "Batroix, that Russian friend of yours, he was shot too" Matteo paused looking at Spade, the man wasn't reacting to what he was being told, he just kept his expression blank "Martineli was shot too" he added and this time Spade's jaw clenched at it ticked, Martineli was the guy Spade usually bought guns and other weapons from, he didn't even live in New York, he stayed in Italy "And a few others that you've had dealings with in the past" Matteo finished and Spade just sighed out, feeling a slight throb in his head, he had a feeling Matteo wasn't finished and he wouldn't like the next part of it. "Spade they targeted people close to you, people they know you've had dealings with and an alliance with, there were other people there that didn't even have as small as a scratch on them, and guess what, they are people you're not on talking terms with" Matteo told him "People like Hikami, Hobbs, Zahradeen and Stefano" he finished, Spade clenched his jaw at what Matteo just said, he already knew why there was a shooter there tonight, even though Matteo hadn't said anything

"Why do you think it happened like that"? Spade asked and blonde just shook his head

"I can't say for sure, we can't jump into conclusion, it might just be a coincidence, let's wait till tomorrow, we don't know for sure why those people were killed" he muttered and Spade just ran his tongue through his teeth "But there is one good news though, well not exactly good news but it's better than nothing" he added quickly, as Spade turned to look at him.

"What is it"? He asked.

"Apparently Batroix is the only one that survived the shooting but he's in a very critical condition, as of when he was taken to the hospital he was unconscious and bleeding with a bullet to his chest" Matteo explained and Spade just picked up the empty glass on the table, taking the scotch bottle, he poured the drink inside the glass before pouring it all in his mouth in one gulp. He placed the cup back on the table.

The shooting can't be a coincidence, deep inside him he felt like it had something to do with mystery man that had been messing with him for weeks, but why target those specific people?

He scratched his head and let out a deep breath "Do you think he was a target too"? Spade asked referring to Nate and Matteo just looked at him for a good few seconds before grounding his teeth together.

"I don't think so, I bet no one there even knew who he was" Matteo said "you had dealings with his father and not him, I don't think he was a target"

"You forget that he went there in his father's place" Spade muttered and Matteo just sighed out, looking at the open space in front of him, before shaking his head slowly

"I don't think he was a target Spade, if he was then you probably saved his life" Matteo muttered before he stood up, walking past Spade on the couch, he placed his hands on his shoulder and gave him a light squeeze, then a tap. "We should probably get some sleep" he muttered before walking away towards the bedroom.

Spade just sighed out and relaxed his back on the couch, thinking about everything that happened tonight. From the shooting to his talk with Nate, he blew out harsh air from his mouth, running his hands down his face.

*****

Turning and tossing on the bed, he barely had 30 minutes of sleep since he laid down to sleep on the couch. Matteo was occupying the guest bedroom and Nate was in his own room, at that thought he felt something sweet settle on his chest.

Not that the couch wasn't comfortable for him, he'd spent most of his night there, but he was lost in thoughts, his mind wouldn't let him even get a wink of sleep.

He was thinking about a lot of things, and not everything on his mind he could tell Matteo, some he had carry the burden. There was a lot of things for him to do, he had to find Nate's sister soon, he had to deal with mystery man disrupting his life and business, he had Nate to think about and this crazy pull towards the young man, he needed to find a way through it, thinking hard if it would be a good idea to just let him know how he was feeling, what if Nate didn't feel that way for him, what if this was just him going crazy.

He shut his eyes and turned again, facing the ceiling. He could feel his stomach tighten with a familiar ache, he needed to use the bathroom as he was pressed, so he got up, walking towards the bedroom.

He stopped in the hallway, standing between his room and the guest bedroom, he was contemplating if he should use the bathroom in his bedroom or the one in the guest bedroom, he noticed the door to his bedroom was slightly ajar, he didn't wanna wake Nate up in the middle of the night, so he settled for the guest bathroom, if Matteo was the one that woke up, that wouldn't be a problem.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the dark room, it didn't look like his, quite simple and ordinary, grey walls, mismatched colour of curtains and unlike his room, the bathroom was on the right side of the room.

Matteo was sprawled out on the bed, tangled in sheets, snoring out loudly, Spade just sighed out before moving his eyes away from Matteo and headed for the bathroom. The door was already slightly ajar, with lights peeking out from the bathroom.

He stepped inside and did his business, flushing and washing his hands in the sink He walked out, heading for the door, he stopped when he heard Matteo mumbling in his sleep, he looked at him, to see that he was just turning around, he was pretty much still sleeping.

Spade walked out of the room, closing the door discreetly, he was about walking away when he heard light wimpers, if he wasn't paying attention and the fact that the night was dead silent, he wouldn't have heard it. He turned around looking at the room he just walked out from, wondering if it was Matteo, he quickly pushed the door open again and peeped inside but the blonde was still pretty much in a deep slumber, snoring out loudly. He let out a deep sigh before he stepped back and closed the door.

Then he heard it again, this time louder than the first, his eyes moved to the other door, his room. Was it Nate? He took slow steps towards the slightly opened door, he stood in front, thinking if it was right to look inside, he didn't wanna invade Nate's privacy, what if he woke up and found him sneaking up on him.

He clenched his jaw, about to walk away towards the living room when he heard the whimpers but this time it came with laboured breathing, as if he was struggling to breath

He quickly turned around and pushed the door open slowly and gently, enough not to wake him up

Standing in the doorway he could see Nate squirming and shaking violently on the bed Without thinking Spade walked towards the bed hastily, he sat himself on the bed watching as Nate kept shaking and shifting on the bed. His forehead was covered in beads and beads of sweats, his eyes were shut tightly and his lips quivered.

"Please, please stop" he mumbled out, as his hands moved frantically around the bed, tangling the sheets together He was having a nightmare.

Spade clenched his jaw as he could feel a certain feeling of sadness settle in his chest watching Nate go through the agony of a nightmare

"Please, I promise... I won't tell... Please" he heard his soft whispers as he whimpered even louder, making Spade's chest to constrict with a familiar tightness, he felt his whole body go into protective mode as he placed his hands on top of Nate's hands, they felt soft. He wondered what he was dreaming about that was making him this disorganized and scared.

He moved closer to him as he gently placed his hand on Nate's face, cupping it gently and soothingly. "Shhhh" he whispered stroking Nate's cheek as he shook, his whole body shaking violently, even his shirt was covered in sweats.

Spade felt Nate grab onto his hand, holding it tightly, the moist rubbing off on his palms, he could feel the terror Nate was going through by the way he clutched his hands tight. "It's okay, you're okay" he whispered as he watched as Nate slowly began to calm down, his trembling lips started to settle, even his breathing had slowed down and he was no longer shaking violently like before.

Spade swallowed as his eyes moved to Nate's hair, he slowly pulled his hand from his face and moved it towards Nate's hair, brown unruly curls, he licked his lips the closer his hand got to Nate's hair. He gently rested his hand on his hair, and just like he always imagined whenever he saw him run his hands through his locks, Nate's hair felt soft, even softer than he thought. They were like feathers just sitting atop his head, he closed his eyes as he combed through Nate's hair, feeling the soft feathery feeling, the way it calmed him, it felt so fucking good, perfect.

He combed through and on instinct he felt his thumb draw circles around Nate's hand that was clutching on his, God everything about Nate felt so fucking perfect, he could feel his nerves tense up, a sweet sensation settled in the pit of his stomach, he could hear and feel his heart hammering with intensity against his chest.

His eyes landed on Nate's face, and the sweat glistening his forehead only highlighted the colour of his skin, making the pale more obvious and shiny, like someone that just stepped out of a sauna. His eyes trailed down to his lips, pink and putty, they were calling out to him, wanting him to taste them, they looked like strawberries, would they taste like strawberries too? Even if he couldn't taste them, he was itching to feel them, run his thumb along it.

He felt his dick rise slowly as the sweatpants he had on slowly became tighter with each hardening of his cock. He shut his eyes and shook his head, this was wrong. Not that being with Nate was wrong but this wasn't the time, there was still a lot of things he needed to make up for, get to know Nate and let Nate know him for who he truly is and not the heartless and ruthless killer the whole world knew.

He clenched his jaw and pulled his hand away from Nate's hair, immediately missing the softness and calmness the feeling brought to him. He looked at his hands holding Nate's, and he felt like staying here, he was already feeling bad for wanting to let him go, the way Nate held his hand as if his very life depended on it, he felt like if he pulled his hand away from Nate's grasp he would be doing something bad but he had to leave him and go back to the living room

He slowly used his other hand and pried Nate's hand away from his, he squirmed and turned, making Spade to hold his breath as he was afraid he'd woken up, but he was still asleep.

Spade's eyes landed back on his face and he looked peaceful while sleeping, with his eyes closed, too peaceful. Something warm settled in Spade's chest, the sight was something he would keep in his memory, it warmed his heart.

He stood up and pulled the covers over Nate's body, tucking him in gently and quietly. He noticed one of the table lamps was turned on, which meant he didn't turn it off before going to sleep. He wanted to turn it off but stopped, he didn't want Nate to know that he was here tonight, and turning off the lights would give it away.

He just turned around and walked towards the door, he pulled it open and before stepping outside, he turned around and took one last look at the young man laying on his bed, before he closed it halfway just like he met and walked towards the living room.

Awww This is so sweet

Just so y'all know, I already have up to 20 more chapters of Spade written. But I'll keep posting everyday while I keep writing

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