LIMERENCE S1: Hit The Sack 0.2

"It is said that Zeus kidnapped Ganimede from Mount Ida in Phrygia, by sending an eagle and bringing him to the Olympus, while Genimede was grazing cattle. Then Zeus gave two horses to Tros as compensation. On the Olympus, Ganimede became immortal and held a very special position as a drink-bearer on the Olympus for the gods in place of Hebe. And Zeus placed Ganimede in the sky as the constellation Aquarius."

Alice was reading a magazine article on astronomy during a break in filming.

"Zeus is fuckman. It turns out that his hobby is not only mating with women, but also with men," Alice sneered, there was amusement in her tone of voice. The girl used 'man' because Zeus was an old fart.

"What are you reading?" Joey had just sat down on the empty chair next to the girl with a cup of hot tea.

Alice showed the last page of the magazine she was reading. Joey glanced at it, not really interested in what was written there. Even so, he listened to what Alice said next.

"I was just reading the story behind my star, Aquarius." she said. She turned to Joey who was sipping his hot tea. "By the way, Joey, what's your star?"

Joey shrugged. "I don't know?"

"What date and month were you born?" Alice asked curiously.

"November 1st."

"Your star is scorpio," the girl told him. Joey just nodded, occasionally zipping up the jacket he was wearing to ward off the cold.

"It says in this article that scorpios are hardworking people. Yes, that's true." Alice praised him.

She continued, "Mysterious."

Joey sipped the contents of the cup again.

"Good at keeping secrets." She looked at him through a curious expression. "Tell me, do you have any big secrets?"

Joey sniggered. "Nothing."

A crew member passed in front of them, looking over, while the two remained absorbed in their question and answer.

"Really?" Alice certainly didn't believe it.

"What can I keep a secret about?" Joey asked back, he felt that he had always appeared as he was.

It was Alice's turn to snigger. "Maybe you have a secret lover, or a double life." she guessed.

Joey was silent. Why was this girl's guess right? That was the question in his mind, or was it just a coincidence that it was right? Joey never thought that having a secret relationship with Dom and how he lived in the past until now could be considered a double life.

In between pauses, a man approached them. "What are you reading?" he asked Alice. The girl handed him the magazine.

"Astronomical predictions?" Adam, the man's name, raised one eyebrow. "Seriously, they're just making it up, some kind of news story, you know?" He sat down on the empty chair next to Alice.

"But some of them are right."

"Just a few, okay, let's match them up."

"Joey, your star is scorpio, right? It says here, someone will come close."

Adam and Alice looked at Joey.

"Throughout your career, some of your coworkers said that you often turned down offers from groupie girls who wanted to have sex with you."

Joey did not deny it. "That's right."

Alice was certainly surprised. "Are you gay?"

Joey stared at them, the kind of stare that is often shown when someone has difficulty expressing something. And the girl knew her mistake. "Sorry I was too curious about you."

Joey smiled slightly. "It's okay, I thought everyone would ask if they felt familiar."

Alice readily agreed. Since the first day of filming, Joey and Alice had become close friends even though it was the first time they met.

"What about bisexuals?" Adam added.

Joey shook his head.

"Pansexual?"

"No," Joey glanced around. Motioning for Alice and Adam to come closer. "There, secret."

Alice and Adam couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. For a few seconds, Adam's attention was drawn to the front cover of the magazine. The man immediately took it from Alice's hand. Adam carefully read it.

"The construction of the harbor on Bedloe's Island, which was delayed due to funds embezzled by mayor Will Scots, is scheduled to resume this week. Domenico Cassano, founder of Prima neve Miracles New York's largest nightspot has fully invested in the project..."

"I didn't expect an entertainment businessman like Domenico Cassano to be interested in investing in a harbor development project." Adam commented. "It's more profitable to invest in building one or two casinos and nightspots that he owns."

Alice said, "If you have so much money, you can invest in anything, why a nightclub?" She stared at a picture of several men taken by a photographer. The figure that stole the most attention from the others, charismatic in a black suit was photographed entering a car. "Ah... Mr. Cassano..." The girl said his name longingly. "Handsome, sexy and rich. What woman doesn't adore him? Even men can fall under his spell."

"Pffttt, ahahaha!"

The laughter came from Joey. The gaze of everyone on the set fell on him, as well as some of the crew for just a moment.

"I'm sorry," It took a moment for the young man to muffle his laughter. "You don't know what he's like!?" Joey blurted out.

"Joey was once invited as a guest star at his casino in Las Vegas," Alice answered.

"How was the person?" Alice asked.

"Just normal," Joey replied matter-of-factly.

"Average?" Adam asked.

"What's normal?" a man interrupted. He was none other than Charlie. "Adam, Cody called you," he said. Cody is a man who works as an assistant director. While Adam's position is visual continuity. After that Adam left while waving his hand.

On the other hand, Alice went to her assistant. Her place was taken by Charlie. "You look sleep-deprived," he commented.

"Not really, I have a hard time sleeping at night, more often than not I take a nap in my free time."

"Do you need sleeping pills? I can give you that, it's on prescription."

"No, if I'm too tired I can sleep on my own."

"Fainting you mean?"

"Of course it won't come to that."

"Alright, take care of your health." He patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Charlie."

"We'll start in a minute, get ready!" Charlie left. An Assistant Director handed him a gun.

"This is a real gun," Joey said, not having held it for a second.

The Assistant Director smiled. "You can tell at a glance."

"It's heavier than usual." The estimated weight was 1.145 kg. Joey looked at the logo on the pistol grip. Beretta, that's what it said.

"Beretta M9, complete with flashlight facility, standard US AB holster. Suitable for your battle, and don't worry, there are no bullets in it." That's what the Assistant Director said when Joey checked the bullets.

Joey nodded, he put it in the pocket of his duffel coat to use in the scene.

Setup begins, the camera crew is ready and the director is in place.

The scene begins as the Assistant Director gives instructions.

Kevin enters a narrow alleyway from the pursuit of two CIA agents. Running along the alley and following the path, while his footsteps quicken behind. Echoing along the narrow alley. Kevin accelerated his running while jumping over mounds of plastic bag trash along the way. His instinct told him there was a dead end at the end of the alley, while panting, Kevin finally made a decision that would become a problem later. Adrenaline rushed through his veins. There was no choice, Kevin didn't want to get caught at this point.

Grabbing his Beretta M9 pistol from his duffel coat pocket. As soon as the two CIA agents arrived, Kevin quickly turned to shoot them.

The sound of gunfire echoed twice. Before they could grab a gun to retaliate, bullets had already pierced their heads.

The scene was finished as instructed by the assistant director.

***

"How is Mr. Cassano? You must be interested," asked a man as he smoothed the edges of his unbuttoned black suit. Sitting on a sofa, between the partition of a black glass table and a man he called Mr. Cassino, in a room with Bauhaus architecture.

The man whose full name is Domenico Cassano is the king of high-end nightlife. Arrogant and charismatic. His presence always fascinates women as well as men who like each other at the age of four. That's more like what people know of him. Domenico Cassano is more than what they see. He was the Godfather, the supreme leader of a Calabrian organized crime syndicate that had successfully expanded its organizational structure to various countries.

Hazel eyes staring through a flat expression, Domenico Cassano said, "Unfortunately not, Mr. Capone."

The man's eyes widened, his brows drew together. "How could you refuse my offer?"

Domenico's face was devoid of any expression.

"You're fully invested in the port, you have a controlling interest in it, and it would be great if you accepted this partnership. There's no need to imagine, you know how much profit the port would make if it was used for cocaine trafficking."

There was a faint gasp from the lips of a man standing behind Domenico. Like a statue, his existence was not considered by the man who had been babbling after his offer of cooperation was rejected.

"My decision has not changed," said Domenico firmly.

"Why, afraid of the government?" Luciano underestimated.

"I don't sell cocaine anymore." said Domenico.

Lusiano smiled stiffly, about to laugh but not knowing which part was funny. "Are you kidding me?" He squinted, looking directly into hazel eyes with a cold, dispassionate look.

Domenico waited for Luciano Capone to say what was in his head rather than answer the man's question.

"Is this the end of Mr. Domenico Cassano? Capo di Tutti Capi¹ of Calabria, Boss 'Ndràngheta has stopped selling cocaine in favor of running an entertainment venue for unhappy fools?"

Domenico gave the man behind him a quick glance, a Consigliere.

Lusiano Capone, Italian-American, underboss of the American gangster and businessman Al Capone. Their leader was previously the co-founder and leader of the Chicago Outfit crime syndicate. Luciano had a direct meeting with Domenico Cassano at the behest of Al Capone's current top boss.

"Is it because of him?" Lusiano guessed.

Domenico seemed to be getting hooked as Lusiano changed the subject slightly.

"What's his name? The actor who's been popular these past two years?" Lusiano asked an

A look of horror crossed Domenico's face.

"Joey Carter," the bodyguard replied almost in a whisper.

"Ah, right, Joey. What is your relationship with him?" Lusiano seemed not to let Domenico answer before he finished the question. "Is he your son from a one-night stand with a bitch, or..."

"Don't you even think of bothering him!"

Lusiano smiled wryly at having managed to provoke Domenico's anger without knowing the consequences. "Your taste is not bad either."

Domenico's fingers clenched at his sides even though his expression was still flat. However, his eyes glinted sharply to show that he was angry.

"Alright, it's fine if you don't accept our offer. But what if you offer him to us?"

"What do you mean?" Domenico's voice tightened.

"Don't act clueless, Mr. Cassano. That young man you've used so many times, what if you lend him to us? If Mr. Alhponse is satisfied, we'll give you an acre of territory we own in Las Vegas for you to set up a casino."

"Your talk is already off topic for this meeting." Lorenzo interrupted.

Lusiano clucked, ignoring the remarks of Domenico's right-hand man. "How about it, Mr. Cassano?"

Domenico smiled. "Leave before you're dragged out with a hole in your head!"

***

"Where are you going Christmas Eve?" One question was posed by a wheat yellow-haired woman to two of her friends.

The black-haired woman asked, "At home, with my family. Are you alone?"

"I want to spend time at Prima neve Miracles."

"That name always reminds me of Mr. Cassano." The woman who had been silent all this time finally opened her voice.

"What do you think he does on Christmas Eve?" The second woman asked her two friends.

"Enjoying expensive wine in his warm room in the company of one or two women, of course."

"I wish I was one of those women."

Joey apathetically listened to the conversations of the women in the makeup department. In the eyes of the public, Domenico Cassano's reputation was limited to a rich man who owned a nightspot. And he would continue to keep it that way. Working behind the scenes, Joey knew all too well how ruthless and dangerous the 'Ndràngheta Boss could be.

Putting on a coat to keep warm, the young man quickly left his place. Today Joey went home alone, Sheira his assistant had gone home first. Joey asked for it because there were other matters that he wanted to do alone.

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A Mercedes-Benz pulled up in front of an elite building, its entire exterior covered in glass. It stood tall among dozens of other buildings. Inside, it offers premium entertainment venues for the upper middle class.

The driver opened the glass halfway. His pair of blue beads scanned the scene. Luxury sports cars were coming in and out of the place.

Just a coincidence, Joey thought, when he saw the familiar figure of a man walking with a bodyguard and a woman clinging to his arm.

Dominico Cassano, heading towards the car. A private driver was waiting, and as the driver opened the door, Dominico was seen talking to the woman.

Joey watched from a distance. The woman left or rather was told to leave by Domenico.

The cell phone on the next seat rang. It was Domenico holding the phone in his hand across the street.

Joey immediately knew who the call was from. He had no intention of picking it up, although he reached for the cell phone to remove the battery from its holder.

Joey looked at Domenico who was staring at the screen of his phone. Without waiting long, the man got into the car followed by a private driver. Followed by a car of bodyguards behind.

***

Joey came home at twelve past eleven at night after spending Christmas Eve with his friends.

As usual, he headed to the kitchen to brew some tea, surprised by the presence of a man sitting at the dining table.

It wasn't the first time Domenico had broken into her apartment. He always had access to Joey's life.

"Make me some coffee!" pleaded Domenico, while his attention continued to focus on Joey's movements since entering the kitchen.

The young man took a cup from the cupboard, loaded a spoonful of coffee without forgetting to add sugar to taste and pour hot water. Joey placed it on the table in front of Domenico and brewed his favorite green tea. Soon, he sat at the table opposite Domenico with tea and snacks.

Domenico sipped his coffee. Joey saw the man's expression as his tongue tasted the flavor of the cheap coffee. Indeed, there was only coffee that Joey had without creamer, what else could it be? After all, the man never protested when he came uninvited and was only treated to coffee.

"When are you going home?" Joey opened his voice after a few minutes of silence.

"I don't know."

Steam danced in front of them.

Joey's eyebrows knitted at his answer.

Remembering what some of the women had said on the set, and when he saw how clingy this beautiful woman was with the man in front of her. Joey said, "There are many women out there, you can have them all." Hoping that Domenico would keep his promise, setting him free.

"You're right, but I don't want it." The man took another sip of coffee, getting used to having a cheap quality drink down his throat.

"Dom," Joey called. Then, the man looked at him seriously.

"Get married, how old are you now? 40, that's old." Joey asked, he answered.

Domenico replied indifferently. "If I don't want to? After all, getting married won't hinder aging."

"Who will take care of you in your old age?"

"I don't need that, I can hire a nurse to take care of me when I'm old."

"Later? You're already forty—"

"Four-one is more like it." Domenico corrected.

Joey snorted. "A man, if he can't move on from the woman he loves, his condition can be like this, pathetic."

"You're the one I love," Domenico said with a lopsided smile.

"You don't love me, you love my mom. You couldn't get her so you made me instead of my mom." Joey was immune to what this man said. That confession of love was the second in the ten years Joey had known Domenico.

"What you just said is true, but not entirely true." Domenico stood up from his position. "I'm going to Sicily on business for a month. Take care of yourself." The man walked away, leaving Joey with the coffee grounds in his cup.

She reached the doorway. In that instant his sturdy arm was held by someone. It was Joey. The young man looked at Domenico wordlessly, but those blue eyes said something.

Domenico understood. His lips smiled crookedly, that very second, he embraced the young man's body and took him in a wild, passionate game of lip-linking.

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¹ Boss of all bosses

Prima neve means first snow.