"I've been busy." He had been, that wasn't a lie. With Don Falcone... Victor knew that his Don had lost some of his drive. The sharks were circling, sensing blood in the water. It meant that he had to be more of a presence, he was a symbol of power after all.

He also knew that Roman didn't care. Roman was needy, always had been. He had heard the man whine about not being paid enough attention while getting his cock sucked, so, really? hard to satisfy. He was playing with his hair now, once more, drawing calming circles on his scalp. "Don't you like how cruel I am?"