With Brian being so fuckin' busy and nearly unavailable, I've put it upon myself to redo our home. I mean, it's about time I have a say in the design. When I had moved out with Ethan, Brian completely re-did the layout without even consulting me! That prick. So now it's fuckin' payback time. I'm loving how everythign is turning out. For one thing, I've scratched off having a circular staircase connecting the new lower floor to ours. It's now a cantilevered staircase with steel-reinforced mahogony treads and glass balustrating. It's so fuckin' awesome because now it looks like it's practically floating. I've also put a matching staircase on our main floor to connect our new third floor. Yes, you heard right! A third floor. It's more like a really long hallway with a glass balcony, but whatever. Brian used to have this make-shift third floor that he used as another room to fuck. It was made with these platform beams...I used to love it, but the other day I nearly tripped down the stairs...it was then that I decided it had to go. Out with the old and in with the new! And I don't give a fuck what Brian has to say about it. Not only that, but I've changed most of the furniture. It's still Italian, and I've kept the modern-neutral theme...it's just way better. As I told Bill (he's the architect I've hired to help me), I want to keep it modern while adding more translucent glass and mahogany surfaces in order to create a more warm interior, because frankly, as much as I love wide open spaces...Brian's new 'modern simplicity' phase was driving me fuckin' nuts. Did I also mention I added a double-sided gas fireplace? I can't wait to Brian to come home tonight. Jill and Patrick finally finished the mahogany paneling that now frames the entrance of the loft. I think it adds to the whole feel of our home: kind of like entering a passage with a sense of arrival, you know? It looks so fuckin' fantastic, Brian is going to shit himself!! I can't fuckin' wait! So I'm upstairs in our new third floor. It's mostly a mini-art gallery with a table, chair and behind the mahogany paneled wall is a bed. Best part however, is that the interior walls around the bed are mirrors...so, like I had mentioned before...I'll now be able to watch my reactions (as well as Brian's) no matter what position we are in. So at this moment, I'm sipping wine and lying on the upstairs bed, jerking myself off as I watch in the mirror. This is so fuckin' hot, I can't wait for Brian to get home. He was meeting some idiot by the name of Boulder. Okay, so I'm guessing that's his nickname...but what a stupid name!! I don't know the whole story, but this Boulder guy has been trying to make himself way too comfortable in our city, and Brian has had enough. I honestly think he's been too patient with him from the get-go, but he says he's just been too busy. Whatever. I finally hear the door open. I wait. I'm expecting to hear something from Brian. Nothing. Getting up, I walk over to the edge of the balcony. "Brian?" I call, he looks up at me and I can tell that we have a serious problem. How do I know this? Because

1. He didn't notice the panels 2. I am completely naked and he isn't runnning up the stairs ready to fuck

"What's wrong?" I ask. He takes off his coat, tossing it absently on the floor. Walking to the living room, he flops down on the couch. "I killed him." "Boulder?" I ask, coming down the stairs. "So what's the problem?" He glances in my direction, "It gets complicated." Sitting down beside him, I put down my glass of wine and smile, "It can't be that bad. What happened?" He rubs his temples and I start to massage him shoulders. He groans, "Shit, Justin, I made a fuckin' mess." "It can't be that bad, Bri," I reason. He leans back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. "Boulder was Nick, Sr's nephew." I'm silent. Oh. He nods. I frown, "Well, it's not like you knew that before you killed him. I mean, why the fuck didn't anyone say anything before?" "Because Boulder wanted to do it on his own. He wanted to take over because he felt it was his right and not mine." "He waited this long? Shit, Brian, you've been running the show for a year now." "His father didn't support him, so he needed to find his own family: his own support." "Okay, so if Boulder's own father didn't support him, then what's the big deal?" Brian exhales slowly, "Because now Boulder's father-- Nick, Sr's brother-- has decided to put a hit on me...and on Nick, Sr." "Oh." Okay, he's right, it did get way more complicated. "Fuck, Brian, what's going to happen?" He closes his eyes, "Nick, Sr. is going to confront his brother...and I'm waiting to see whether I'm coming along for the ride...and if it's going to be a fuckin' ambush, or if Nick, Sr. will really be on my side." I close my eyes. This wasn't possible. Could Nick, Sr. really side with his brother and decide to have Brian killed? I have to ask: "Brian...if Nick, Sr. sides with his brother..." Brian squeezes his eyes shut tightly, "Then I'll have to kill him."