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“Out,” Matteo ordered, pointing toward the door.
“Just go to your happy place,” Levi joked. “And don’t forget to breathe.”
Isaac gave him the finger before dashing out of the room, then letting out a scream and a yelp, and what could only be described as Isaac being thrown over Jared’s shoulder and having his ass slapped hard.
18
CHASE
Sitting on his bed, he pulled the worn-out photo from his wallet and stared at the image once again. He didn’t see the frayed edges along the photo or creases through the woman’s face. All he saw was a reminder of the pain and heartache that had almost consumed him.
Chase stared at the smiling young woman with big blue eyes and long brown hair. She looked so happy, so full of life. The world was hers to conquer. But it wasn’t really. Six months after the photo was taken, her body would wash-up on the shores of Lake Ontario, another woman fallen victim to a cruel and sadistic world. The fact that the Lord found it acceptable for such a sweet and caring woman to meet her end in such a violent and dehumanizing way was only proof that there really was no God.
God was something that evil men created in order to give themselves hope that once they had gone through living out their miserable, horrible little lives, they would somehow find salvation and spend the rest of eternity basking in eternal bliss.
No, there was no God. Only evil and pain. Bad men and bad women deserved to be punished for their wickedness. And who better to carry out that punishment than a man who was living through his own pain and heartache.
Slowly, he folded the photo and placed it back in the safety of his wallet. He only allowed himself to stare at her picture for a few minutes at a time for fear of losing himself once again to the darkness and emptiness that threatened to swallow him whole. He had spent years trying to drag himself out of the black hole that had gripped him and tried to consume him.
Thankfully, the police force offered great health benefits that allowed him to see a psychologist and get some help coping with the pain and loss of one of the most important people in his life. It had taken a few months, but eventually, he was able to bury the pain enough to make it through each day without secretly breaking into tears or beating his fists bloody against a wall.
Chase tucked those memories away. He had work to do and punishment to dish out.
A faint knock at the door pulled Chase out of himself.
“Come in,” he called, hopping off his bed and pulling his shirt over his head. He smiled when Levi came bouncing into his room.
“Mornin’ hot stuff,” the young man chirped as he walked across the room and planted a kiss on Chase’s cheek.
Well, he could get used to a welcome like that.
Chase grabbed a hand full of Levi’s ass and gave it a squeeze. “Mornin’ to you too, my sexy little man.”
Levi gave him a smirk as he made his way innocently around the room, trying not to make it obvious that he was snooping around.
“Looking for something in particular?”
Glancing over his shoulder, his lips turned upward in a playful smile. “Umm, no. Just trying to get my steps in for the day. It takes a lot of work to maintain an ass like this."
"I know. I got a handful of the goods a few seconds ago.”
“Hopefully, you’ll get a mouthful later as well.” Levi gave him a wink, then made his way toward the bedroom door. “Let’s go. Daddy M is waiting for us, and he doesn’t seem too chipper this morning.”
Chase grabbed his cell and wallet from the nightstand and then followed his favorite little peach out the door.
They made their way down a long hallway until they came to a staircase that led down to the basement. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, the ambiance of the château shifted into something much darker.
While the vast majority of the place was bright and cheery and basically built for royalty, the lower levels were a whole different story. Built in the mid-1800s, the château was originally designed to house one of the most prominent families in France, the Sabarinos. As with any powerful family residence, the lower levels were used as servant's quarters, storage, and punishment chambers—a polite way of saying dungeons. These were the places where every master of the château hid their family secrets and made sure that any horrific acts committed were buried deep beneath the foundation. Lower levels of any estate should never be explored… alone.
“So, is this where you murder my ass and hide my body in the floor?” Chase asked, examining an old metal ring that jutted out from one of the stone walls they passed.
“Please. If I was going to murder your ass, I would have had goodbye sex with you first, then cut off your dick so I could put it in a glass case and admire it every morning like the horny little perve that I am,” Levi responded.
“That’s way too much detail for something that was supposed to be a joke."
Levi shrugged and continued to walk down the dark, creepy tunnel filled with cobweb-covered doors and torches that had not been lit in decades.
They turned down another tunnel and continued for what seemed like an eternity. The air was much cooler down there, which led Chase to believe that this was an area of the mansion that was not used very frequently or by many people.
