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"I don't think he liked that boss," Michele said.
The man bent over, placing his face so close to Jaygen’s he could smell the garlic he'd no doubt eaten earlier when he'd taken his lunch break. "Did he tell you about our little time together? Me and Porter made some great memories." Michele's smile was lecherous, and Jaygen's stomach turned with unease.Nothing he said or did would affect him.Jaygen was a man of control. The one thing he could always count on was his ability to center himself. If he had no say so in what happened to him and around him, then the last thing he had was himself. He pushed his tiger down deep until it was nothing more than a faint itch in the back of his mind. He would not fall for the bait.
“No comment?” Michele chuckled. "Shit, you and I are going to have fun for a bit longer. I really need to hone my skills." Michelle stood up and stripped out of his black button up that was stained with Jaygen's blood.
"After all, I have to be ready for Porter’s sweet ass when he returns home. Have to beat him into shape." Michele cracked his knuckles, the smile never leaving his face. "Or, in his case, fuck him into shape. He does seem to respond to that method better. Don't you agree?"
Sixty-two. Jaygen continued to sit there, ignoring the man because there was no way he would ever get his hands on Porter again. Even if Jaygen was to die, he knew without a doubt, Foi, Cyrus, and Ozni would keep their human safe. Porter had become the center point of them, and without him, they were sure to fall. But all of them could move on withouthim. Sure, Foi would make messes, Cyrus would cause havoc wherever they decided to go, not to mention it would be a bit harder to get Ozni out of his shadows, but Porter, his pretty boy, would keep them all together.
Jaygen pictured each of them and then Porter. Yeah, they would mourn him, but they would be able to move forward. As long as they were all safe, that was the only thing that mattered to Jaygen.
His chest clenched, but regret was the last thing he needed to feel. There was so much unsaid and done. He was pretty sure he left dirty clothes in his hamper and that was just unacceptable. There was no way he could just die and leave them! He realized his mind was spiraling, but it was better than focusing on his current state.
A crack to the face pulled him from the depths of his mind. He messed up the count, and now he was paying for the slip in his thoughts. Another fist to the face. Jaygen's head whipped to the side. He tasted the coppery tang of blood coat his tongue. Shit. For a human, Gabriel Manetti's right-hand man had a mean left hook. It was as if he was taking a sledgehammer to Jaygen's face.
"It feels good to go all out. The little prince always passed out from just one or two of them, but you can take multiple," Michele gloated.
Porter took hits like that? How in the hell had the human still had such fire when he ran away? Jaygen was in even more awe of Porter, but more importantly, every word out of Michele's mouth made him want to tear the man apart.
"Don't look at me like that." Michele lapped at the blood on his knuckles, a mix of Jaygen's and his own. "You're letting your mask slip and that's just no fun. Give me more of a challenge."
The smoke of a cigar started to cloud the room. Gabriel Manetti sat in a chair, a smile on his cruel face, his suit pristine. Jaygen expected one of them to ask where they'd taken Amy or Porter, yet they hadn't asked him anything.
"Watch where you're looking," Michele warned before the sharp edge of a blade was pressed right under his eye and dragged slowly across, slicing open his flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Jaygen swallowed back any and all reactions and just stared up at Michele as he flicked the blood to the side.
"Shit you give me tingles, we've been at this for hours and I've played with a lot of freaks," Michele said.
"Don't get attached," Gabriel warned.
Michele sighed as he stood up straight. "I won't." He twisted the knife in his hand masterfully. The memory of Foi showing off the very same knife handling skills that Porter had taught him flashed in Jaygen's mind and he was filled with a rage that nearly had his control slipping.
One hundred and twenty-four.He could take this.Michele walked around Jaygen's back and stopped just out of sight, but he could still feel the malice rolling off the human in tangible waves.
Hot breath brushed against his ear. "How about I tell you a fun story as a goodbye?"
Two hundred and two. Jaygen stayed still, staring at the wall. No matter what they threw at him, he wouldn't falter. Better him than any of the others.
"I have a feeling you'd really like this story. After all, no one would go through all this for a friend. So that means you've had a piece of that tight, wonderful ass."
Two hun— what? Jaygen's mind faulted as he tried to keep his composure.
Michele laughed and moved back in front of Jaygen, a smile plastered to his face. "I'm right. Well if that bitch has one thing going for him it's his ass. He's just unbearably tight." Michele groaned as if he was reliving raping Porter. "And the screams he lets out... I haven't found anyone quite as good as him, so I can see why you would go through all this trouble."
The count had been long forgotten, and Jaygen was barely keeping his beast down. If he shifted, he would no doubt rip his own body apart, but it was almost more appealing than listening to the sick bastard.
Michele crouched in front of him, but Jaygen was distracted. He wrestled with his tiger. They couldn't shift. If he did, then it would be the end. A small part of him still held out hope he'd get out and get back to Porter and his men. To his rightful place.
"Damn even your fingernails are perfect," Michele said as he shoved the tip of the blade under Jaygen's nail.
Blinding pain ran up his finger and blanketed him, stealing all thought and stilling his breath. For a second, the world was quiet; there wasn't even the sound of breathing around him. But the moment it all came rushing back, Jaygen wanted to scream for it to go back away.
"I bet he didn't tell you about his birthday present. The pathetic runt was given a gift of a rat. All he had to do was slit his throat but he couldn't do it. So instead I hung the rat right up there." Michele pointed up, but Jaygen didn't look. He just kept staring forward, trying to regain his mental control. He needed to hold on to it.One two thre—
"I slit the rat’s throat and then enjoyed that sweet tight ass right here. It's a night I will never forget."
Jaygen didn't even notice as Michele shoved the knife under another nail and ripped it from his finger. No, he was too busy battling the pure rage that engulfed him like an inferno and threatened to spill out.
