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The house had a huge cellar when we purchased it, and it didn’t take much to convert it to what we needed. We divided it into two rooms and put in a small shower room, for obvious reasons. Generally, we try not to bring our work home with us now, but needs must sometimes. Since we parted ways with Theo, a lot has changed.
I find Axel slumped in the corner of the first room, wearing nothing but his boxers, and the stench of piss stings my nostrils. The metallic scent of blood isn’t even enough to overpower it despite it coating the floor like paint.
He groans as my foot meets his leg, and he peels a swollen eye lid open.
“Zak…please, man.”
“No point begging, rat. You had your chance. I’m surprised Maddox hasn’t already finished you off and sent you back to Bonner in a box all tied up with a nice little fucking bow.” I grab one of the chairs, swinging it round and sitting down, arms leaning on the back.
“You don’t…understand. I…fuck,” he says as he shifts his body into a more upright position. “It’s not what you think.” His face screws up tight from the pain of moving.
“You know, I’ve heard that line so many times, I swear it’s etched on my brain. Anyway, what I came down here for is some information. And I think you at least owe us that much while you’ve still got a tongue in your head.” Axel shakes his head, but before he can say anything, I continue, “Where’s Tommy?”
He frowns. “I don’t know, Zak. I swear.”
I nod as though agreeing with him. “Really? But I thought you, Rogers, and Bonner were best buddies, that’s why you’re here knocking at death’s door, right?”
“It’s not like—” He breaks off, hacking up a lung. “It’s not like that.”
I reach down, sliding up the leg of my trousers and pull a small blade from its holster. “I think we should try this again. Where is Tommy?” I ask, rising from the chair and tossing it across the room. “I’m a patient man, Axel, but I’m sure you already know what happens when that extensive patience wears out,” I tell him, crouching down in front of him, gripping his chin and turning his face to me. “Where the fuck is Tommy?” I bring the blade up so it’s pointing directly at the one eye he can open and close enough it’s the only thing he can see.
“I don’t know. As far as I know, he left town after Maddox put the word out on him.” He coughs again, halting when he realises the movement is bringing my blade ever closer to piercing his eyeball.
“See, I kind of thought that too, but the funny thing is when I was in Oxford Street earlier today, I saw him. And that wouldn’t normally be a problem, but he wasn’t alone. Do you have any idea who he might have been with, Axel?” He shakes his head minutely, and I move the blade an inch closer, ensuring he understands what happens if he’s lying to me. “You sure about that? ‘Cause I think you’re lying to me, Axel, and I don’t like fucking liars anytime, but especially when people I care about are in danger.”
I watch as he finally realises that I’m not fucking around with this. I’m surprised it took him so long. He knows me, knows what I’m capable of, and what Theo discovered my talent is. It seems there is place for art in the world of organised crime, especially when my medium of choice is the sharp edge of a blade.
His eyes widen as I touch the blade just below his eye, slowly sliding it down his face, over his chin and stopping at the pulse point beating away in his neck.
“If I was to make a small puncture mark just here and hang you upside down, do you know how long it would take for you bleed out?”
“N-n-no,” he stutters, swallowing hard.
“Me neither, but how about we find out?” I grip one of his ankles and give a small tug, and he lets out a groan that turns to a scream as I tug harder, dragging him across the floor.
“Fuck! Stop, stop, okay. He’s joined up with Bonner,” he shouts, finishing on a cry as I drop his leg to the floor. He collapses, dropping his head back and breathing heavily.
“No fucking shit!” I move over him, a leg either side of his torso, and bend down, pressing the tip of my blade to his sternum. Feeling the cold tip against his skin, he opens his one eye, fear shining bright. I push a little harder into his skin, and a bead of blood blooms to the surface causing the corner of my lip to curve in a wicked smile. When I begin carving into his skin, he screams, and his hands reach out, gripping my wrist to stop me, but I pin them above his head with my other hand before going back to my art. Painting my pain all over my target like a fucking artist. I feel the first stirring of pleasure swirl in my gut as I finish the first letter. I continue, and all the while, the image of Roxy sitting in that ambulance heartbroken, tears tracking down her face, as she hits redial again and again flashes through my mind.
I push away thoughts of what she would think of me if she saw me now, if she knew the things I had done and instead focus on the end game. I’m so lost to what I’m doing that I don’t hear the shuffling of feet against the cold, hard concrete, or the sound of someone calling my name. I can’t even hear Axel’s screams as I carve the final line.
A hand on my shoulder, startles me, and I spin round, blade raised ready to strike.
“Enough, Zak,” he says, as I step away from Axel laid out beneath me, the word rat barely visible through the pools of blood spilling down the sides of his torso. “Go and get cleaned up,” he tells me as he leans down, whispering something I can’t hear to Axel.
I clean up in the small shower room, watching the water turn pink and trying my best to ignore the fact I’m hard and would normally find someone, usually Lila, to help relieve me right about now.
But I don’t think Lila would cut it this time as an image of Rox in one of the sexy as fuck skimpy bra and knicker sets she purchased earlier pops into my head. Knowing there’s no chance of that happening, I take myself in my hand, squeezing tight before slowly sliding my hands up and down my slick shaft. Resting my head on the wall, water dripping over my head and down my body, I speed up as my balls tighten, picturing Rox’s mouth around my cock as I thrust in and out, groaning out my release and shooting streams of cum up the tiles.
Back in my room, I forgo my usual shirt and suit trousers and find a pair of joggers and a tee to throw on instead. I’m lying on my bed with my eyes closed, wracking my brains about why Axel would fucking switch on us. What the hell is he protecting? Then I remember the girl from his flat, Eva Trent. I’m just about to get up and check out her address when there’s a knock on my door.
ChapterFifteen
Roxy
Iknock on Zak’s door, pushing it open before he can reply and step inside. I’m surprised to find him sprawled out on his bed wearing something other than a suit. It’s a nice surprise, especially the glimpse of his toned abs, which are covered in tatts, where his t-shirt has ridden up. I quickly look away, not wanting him to catch me eye fucking him.
“Hey, sorry. I just wanted to return this to you. Thanks,” I say, stepping forward and holding it out to him. I can’t read his face at all. It’s like he’s pulled a shutter down as soon as I walked into the room. He doesn’t make any move to take the laptop from me or say anything. “I tried to find you earlier. Where did you disappear off to?” I ask the question casually, but it doesn’t matter what answer he gives me because I already know the answer.
