Page 69 of Volatile Waters

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Soul Reader

“Who fucking sent you?” I practically spit in the old man’s face because I was boiling mad. Two weeks earlier, my men had returned to my home country with the doctor slave. Did this old man have something to do with his abduction? Had the doctor’s family already hired someone to find him? Had my men been sloppy and left a trail to follow?

I needed answers.

Kirill thumbed through the man’s passport then researched his name with his cellphone. He read something then explained, “This American is a PI.”

A fucking private investigator. Fuck! After punching his face, again, I screamed my rage, more directed to myself than anyone else for allowing myself to be distracted in daydreams about Fire. “Who sent you?”

What kind of intel did this Private Investigator collect before we noticed him?

Adrian had spotted our tail, so we led him to one of our abandoned warehouses. In a chair with hands tied behind his back and blood dripping from his bottom lip, he stared at me, no fear present. His eyes spoke of hatred. “You hurt women and children.”

I paused at this, because if he were there for the doctor, why not mention men? An exhale of relief escaped me before I stood up straight. Then I walked away a few steps in an attempt to regain composure. “I fuck them, yes.” Of course, I was lying, I still didn’t fuck children, but was hoping to get a reaction out of my now prisoner. The youngest I had ever wanted was presently finishing high school. As soon as she was done healing from Crash’s death, I planned on having her in my bedroom, dancing for me. That thought had my mind envisioning what she would look like, moving soulfully, for only me—

“Yury! Can you hear me?”

I snapped out of my daydream that was soon to come true. “Yes. What is it?”

Adrian handed me a larger yellow envelope. “This was on him. You might find the recipient interesting.”

He was right. This package was addressed to someone who should know better. Inside was a picture of me crossing a street in Saint Petersburg, and the name Yury. Fortunately for me, this private investigator lacked needed talents. He had no picture of my home, nor did he even know we also abducted men. Feeling a little cheery, I grabbed my cellphone and tapped to find a needed number.

After two rings, a man answered, “Ted Jones, here.”

“Tsk, Tsk, Mr. Jones. I leave your son alone, and this is how you repay me? A stupid Private Investigator?”

“You killed my wife’s son! She’s distraught, you animal!”

“Meh.” I pushed an image of Crash on the dock far from my mind. “I kill many sons. A debt is a debt. Now another one has to be paid—”

“I felt I had no choice! I have to protect these kids!”

I ignored his outburst and stated a fact instead, “The PI is returning to America. In a box.” After ending the call, I slipped my cell back into my front trouser pocket and asked the PI, “Are you married?” His non-response told me, yes. It told me he didn’t want me to hurt her, but that could no longer be avoided. I pressed the envelope to Adrian’s chest. “Mail it to Jones, so he gets what he paid for. Then send his,” I gestured to the PI with brimming eyes, “body to his wife.”

I left the warehouse behind as the sound of a gunshot rang into the night.

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The doctor’s grey eyes were so mesmerizing I had named him Wolf. Most appropriate. He paced within his confinement as if a caged, wild animal. I loved to hear him speak. His wording, his slang, was like an American at times, but it was all laced with the slight leftover accent he still carried from Holland. Agitated, he kept asking questions about his abduction. He seemed irate, as if we caught him off guard.

Handlers, as per instructed, found the best time to capture my new pet. They were trained to find times there were no witnesses, no cameras. The handlers explained that Wolf had two gyms he visited. A public one that many attended, but also a private one. They said the private was an hour away from his home, but that he had a key and would go in the middle of the night. I assumed the doctor had odd working hours and wanted some privacy.

After a solitary workout, handlers apprehended Wolf in the dark parking lot. Drugged and unconscious, the doctor was flown to Russia on a private jet. For extra precaution, due to the doctor’s family, many cars were switched and different routes were taken to get him back to my home undetected.

Since then, Wolf’s determination to not be broken proved to be my perfect distraction while I waited for my chance to abduct Fire. It was especially true since Wolf was not to be marked, scarred, starved, or damaged in any way, per his new owner’s instructions. He was to be left as pretty as when he was found. That made previous training techniques null and void.

“Why are you showing me this?” From under his long hair, Wolf glared at me, holding a burner cellphone. He was full of pure hatred while propped against the walls at the other end of his bed. It sat in the corner directly in front of his door. His toilet—which he didn’t deserve—was in the opposite corner with a sink next to it. Of course, the water had been turned off so I could control his thirst.

In the beginning, he had requested hair bands, but I refused. All slaves were refused requests, but that isn’t why I did it on this occasion. It was merely me being selfish. I loved to see his hair in its uninhibited sense. It was like having a true Tarzan in my captivity.

Standing in his dark cell near the door, enjoying being in his presence, I shrugged. “I just thought you would like to know who is going to pay the price next for your constant disobedience.”

It had taken four men, but we had eventually stripped him of his workout attire. I had been stunned to see him fully unclothed. His body was nothing if not art, with its perfection. Every part of him, every muscle was defined and full of strength, without being too large. His essence spoke of determination, which made him even more stunning.

Wolf still refused to sit on his knees, informing me sex was never going to happen willingly. Fortunately, where there is a will, there is a way. And the way was being delivered right now.