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As those words echoed in Summer’s head, something in him shifted. He’d felt so defiant, unwilling to bow to anyone’s authority. But now, with Rafael’s hand still wrapped around his cock, Summer found himself wanting nothing more than to submit.
Rafael’s grip tightened ever so slightly on Summer’s cock, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal through him. “Now,” Rafael said. “Let’s see just how good you can be for me.”
Chapter Seven
“There are going to be some rules.”
Rafael watched Summer absorb this, eyes downcast. The boy had been subdued since the incident in the bathroom.
When you humiliated him. Rafael exhaled. It was true. He had done that intentionally, to shame Summer into quiescence. He regretted, however, the manner of it. Touching Summer like that had been going too far.
Garcia gave you permission to go as far as you need in order to get Summer under control. Somehow, Rafael suspected Garcia had not intended for Rafael to handle his son’s dick.
Well. Best to move on from it as if it had never happened.
Rafael folded his arms and regarded Summer, who sat on the couch with his hands tied behind his back. If the boy truly was cowed, then now was the time to take advantage of it.
“You will be respectful,” Rafael said sternly. “You will be polite. And I expect you to be grateful to your father for his generosity.”
Summer’s eyes flickered up, and Rafael caught a flash of defiance in them. So, the boy was not as cowed as he appeared.
“Bad behavior,” Rafael went on, “will have consequences.”
“Consequences?” Summer asked with a nervous laugh. “What, are you going to give me a time out?”
“Didn’t your father beat you when you were disobedient?” Rafael asked bluntly, his gaze never wavering from Summer’s face.
“Wh-what?” Summer seemed taken aback by the question, but quickly composed himself and replied with surprise, “No, he didn’t.”
That was right, Rafael remembered. Garcia had whipped his eldest for certain boyish errors, but he had always indulged his youngest son, giving him anything he desired. There were instances where Summer had broken expensive items in his father’s office, only for Garcia to laugh it off. The boy had never been really disciplined, instead, he was spoiled and doted upon. Clearly, Garcia’s softness towards his son had been what allowed Summer to become the hedonist he now was.
“Your father has been lenient with you,” Rafael remarked with disapproval. “But that’s over now. If you continue to defy me, and therefore your father, you’ll lose privileges and face punishment.”
Summer looked at him with a mix of curiosity and defiance, the challenge clear in his eyes. Rafael knew taming the young man wouldn’t be easy, but he was determined to bring Summer to heel, just as Garcia had instructed him to.
“Unlike you,” Rafael began, his voice low and dangerous, “I didn’t have the luxury of a spoiled childhood.” He moved closer to Summer. “My father made sure I knew my place in this world, the hard way. His belt, a switch—hell, even an electrical cord once. Every lash, every bruise, taught me a lesson on how to survive in our world.” He paused and smirked bitterly. “And look what it turned me into. Such an upstanding gentleman, no?”
Summer didn’t look amused. Instead he looked appalled. “Your father beat you with an electrical cord?”
Rafael dismissed this with a gesture. “My father and yours are very different men,” he said seriously. “But they both understood that raising soft-hearted children would only lead to regret.”
As he spoke, Rafael couldn’t help but think about how distant his relationship with his father had become. Despite the harsh discipline, there was a part of him that believed it had been necessary, that it had molded him into the man he was today. Without those brutal lessons, he might have become someone weak, a maricón, unable to bear the cruel world they inhabited.
But he had to admit, a small part of him nurtured resentment. Would things have been different if his father had shown even an ounce of the love and indulgence Garcia had given his youngest son? He shook off the thought, knowing it was pointless to dwell on what could have been.
“Strength is all that matters,” he told Summer firmly. “If I’m to teach you anything, it’s that you need to be strong to survive.”
Summer looked back at Rafael, his green eyes searching for something, but ultimately saying nothing. The silence weighed heavily on them both.
“Are you happy?” Summer asked suddenly, his green eyes bright as he looked up at Rafael.
“Happy?” Rafael laughed bitterly. “I’m happy to be out of prison, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Summer tilted his head, a lock of his long auburn hair falling against his cheek. “No, I meant in general. Did you ever want to be something else? Do something else with your life?”
Something inside Rafael flinched at the question. He was a cartel man through and through. Other choices had never been available to him. “We don’t get to choose our lives,” he said gruffly, avoiding Summer’s probing gaze. “This is what I am, and I’ve accepted it.”
Summer’s shoulders shifted, a hint of restlessness. “But don’t you ever want to do other things?”
