TAKING OVER TROFIM (Dominion of Brothers series Book 4) by Talon P.S., Princess S.O.
Authors: Talon P.S., Princess S.O.
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pulled out from under Madison Ave Bridge, when Trofim happened to glance up and spotted a familiar body standing at the wall, looking down at him. Light blondish-brown hair poked out from under his hoody and he waved, then turned, and took off in an energetic jog across the bridge before vanishing over the hump. Trofim pulled up a zoomed in image of his on-looker in his mind, following him as the jogger took a right at the bottom of the hill, heading south along the shore for the boathouse.
Trofim fund himself unable to contain his excitement having seen his lover up so early and no less had come out to meet up with him. He twisted in his seat, shooting a smile over his shoulder at Darko.
“Who was that?”
Trofim felt the warmth in his face light up and he smiled, “Shay.”
But for all the happiness Trofim felt, what washed across Darko’s face was anything but. Darko abruptly stopped in mid sweep, his face going stark as the glaring anger seeped in behind his blue eyes. “What do you mean, Shay ? What the fuck is Shay doing here?”
Trofim felt the intimidating energy pulse off his older brother’s body starling him, but Trofim answered the question anyway. “Because we got back together.”
“You—” the word huffed out of Darko’s lungs and he sucked in a deep breath, trying to work around what he’d just been told, “You and Shay are back together?”
Trofim grew timid. He dropped his gaze and nodded.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?! What do you mean you’re back together? He’s the reason you left in the first place. You’re finally back living state side with us and now suddenly you’re jumping back in his arms all over again?”
Trofim’s heart was bleeding into his guts, Darko’s anger cut like a knife, but more so because his brother didn’t approve of him being with the man he loved the most. “I still love him, Darko.”
Darko slapped his hands over his head, then dragged them over his face as if doing so could wipe the anger from it. But it didn’t. It was still there and grew more fierce as the events of years’ past scampered back to the forefront of memory lane. “After everything he’s done to your life.”
“Shay didn’t do those things. His father did!” Trofim snapped to defend his lover of false blame.
“Yes, but where Shay goes, Benjamin Wilks , Mr. Public-advocate-to-have-all-sodomizers-burned-to-the-stake , FOLLOWS!” Darko bellowed out the last word. Trofim couldn’t argue it. Shay’s father was a public spoke person against anything remotely close to gay rights. “And who is to say that bastard won’t come after us again?”
“I’m sorry, Darko. I need him with me.”
Darko ignored the plea, “And let’s not forget it was my fucking apartment he torched!” Darko clenched his fists around his oars and in a sudden burst of energy plunged the fins into the water and pulled.
Whether Trofim was going to fall into step or not, it was clear Darko was going to pull them to shore on his own.
“Fucking shit! I have to get out of here before Maxum comes to get me.”
Trofim returned to face the stern to get his sticks under control. He watched his brother’s chaotic angry pull and sweep, but finally managed to get in sync to row with him.
“I can’t believe you would do this.” Darko continued to verbalize his raging mind openly, “Did you forget the rest of us have loved ones in our lives now?” They pulled several more strokes, and Darko kept up his anger right along with them, “Fuck, I got to get to Maxum.”
Darko’s pulls never even slowed until they literally slammed into the dock. Several of their teammates were still there waiting to give them a hand when they came in and Darko took full advantage of their presence, jumping out, nearly sending Trofim into the drink in the process.
Darko didn’t stop, not even to bother with who was being left with hauling out his own shell. He brushed past the guys, not saying a word, and
Trofim fund himself unable to contain his excitement having seen his lover up so early and no less had come out to meet up with him. He twisted in his seat, shooting a smile over his shoulder at Darko.
“Who was that?”
Trofim felt the warmth in his face light up and he smiled, “Shay.”
But for all the happiness Trofim felt, what washed across Darko’s face was anything but. Darko abruptly stopped in mid sweep, his face going stark as the glaring anger seeped in behind his blue eyes. “What do you mean, Shay ? What the fuck is Shay doing here?”
Trofim felt the intimidating energy pulse off his older brother’s body starling him, but Trofim answered the question anyway. “Because we got back together.”
“You—” the word huffed out of Darko’s lungs and he sucked in a deep breath, trying to work around what he’d just been told, “You and Shay are back together?”
Trofim grew timid. He dropped his gaze and nodded.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?! What do you mean you’re back together? He’s the reason you left in the first place. You’re finally back living state side with us and now suddenly you’re jumping back in his arms all over again?”
Trofim’s heart was bleeding into his guts, Darko’s anger cut like a knife, but more so because his brother didn’t approve of him being with the man he loved the most. “I still love him, Darko.”
Darko slapped his hands over his head, then dragged them over his face as if doing so could wipe the anger from it. But it didn’t. It was still there and grew more fierce as the events of years’ past scampered back to the forefront of memory lane. “After everything he’s done to your life.”
“Shay didn’t do those things. His father did!” Trofim snapped to defend his lover of false blame.
“Yes, but where Shay goes, Benjamin Wilks , Mr. Public-advocate-to-have-all-sodomizers-burned-to-the-stake , FOLLOWS!” Darko bellowed out the last word. Trofim couldn’t argue it. Shay’s father was a public spoke person against anything remotely close to gay rights. “And who is to say that bastard won’t come after us again?”
“I’m sorry, Darko. I need him with me.”
Darko ignored the plea, “And let’s not forget it was my fucking apartment he torched!” Darko clenched his fists around his oars and in a sudden burst of energy plunged the fins into the water and pulled.
Whether Trofim was going to fall into step or not, it was clear Darko was going to pull them to shore on his own.
“Fucking shit! I have to get out of here before Maxum comes to get me.”
Trofim returned to face the stern to get his sticks under control. He watched his brother’s chaotic angry pull and sweep, but finally managed to get in sync to row with him.
“I can’t believe you would do this.” Darko continued to verbalize his raging mind openly, “Did you forget the rest of us have loved ones in our lives now?” They pulled several more strokes, and Darko kept up his anger right along with them, “Fuck, I got to get to Maxum.”
Darko’s pulls never even slowed until they literally slammed into the dock. Several of their teammates were still there waiting to give them a hand when they came in and Darko took full advantage of their presence, jumping out, nearly sending Trofim into the drink in the process.
Darko didn’t stop, not even to bother with who was being left with hauling out his own shell. He brushed past the guys, not saying a word, and
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