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So fucking good.
He jerked himself as Win fucked him with punishing strokes. The most delicious thing he’d ever experienced was Win’s frantic breaths on his nape, his cock thick and hard and driving deep. The agonizing knot in Mathieu’s chest grew tighter and tighter until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, body frozen…
Then it burst and he exploded with a cry, coming, calling out Win’s name. Win joined him seconds later, flooding Mathieu with his cum. He was so happy they’d gotten tested and ditched condoms. He relished the silken feel of Win’s release dripping out of him. In the aftermath, Mathieu was once again useless, so Win tugged him back under the shower’s spray, washing them off, making sure he was clean once more.
Shower finished, Win led them out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, collapsing next to Mathieu on the bed. He didn’t have the strength to dry his skin or to even get up and make the short trip down the hall to his own bedroom. Win curled up against him, head on Mathieu’s chest, and Mathieu hugged him with a satisfied hum. Exhaustion beat at him and he closed his eyes.
“Oh shit, Mathieu!”
Mathieu jerked upright, blinking in the darkness. “Huh? Win?”
A click of the nearby lamp and the room flooded with light. Win stared at him with wide eyes. “The seventh person.”
“Kisa?” What?
“We’ve been saying there were six men in the video but that’s not true. We saw and heard six of them talking.” Win grabbed his shoulder. “But there’s seven of them. We never counted the person who made the video.”
Mathieu came alert in an instant. “He was basically invisible because he never spoke or showed his face.” Hell, they didn’t even know the gender of that person.
Win nodded.
Holy shit.
The seventh person.
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Mathieu paida tech guy an exorbitant amount of money to come in and do a deep dive into the video. To strip it down and find the identity of the person behind the camera. The identity of the seventh man took up all his focus.
Win didn’t mind it; he was right there with Mathieu, at his side, as they obsessed over who and what they could possibly discover regarding the mystery person. Mathieu was also on the hunt for the person who’d sent the video to him in the first place.
But no matter what rock they turned over, they found nothing.
Win released a sigh as he sat next to Mathieu in his office, waiting for the tech guy to come in and give them their daily update. It’d been four days since Mathieu dealt with Cesar and the rest of them. Only Jairo remained standing.
Win did his best not to think about Jairo, but he couldn’t help it. As long as Jairo remained free, Mathieu wouldn’t rest. And if Mathieu wasn’t at peace then neither was Win. Something had to give, but he didn’t know what. At the moment, they were in kind of a holding pattern, but eventually, things would change.
He imagined he could already feel the impending change on the cool breeze that wafted over his neck when the door opened and Jason ushered in Evan, the tech guy. He was a college kid with short dreads, a silver stud in his nose, and nails painted black. They’d met three times so far, and each time, Evan’s short and round frame was dressed in black and he carried a red book bag on his back.
Now, Evan approached Mathieu wearing the expression he’d been wearing from day one: hesitant reverence mixed with a healthy dose of fear. “There’s nothing there.”
Mathieu cocked his head as he gazed up at the young man. “Come again?”
To Win’s eye, it appeared as if Evan’s medium brown skin paled just the tiniest bit, but to the kid’s credit, he didn’t break eye contact with Mathieu.
“I can tell you when and where the video was taken, the device used, and all the other tech bits.” But he already knew that wasn’t what Mathieu was after. “But as far as getting any hint of who is actually behind the camera?” Evan shook his head. “There’s nothing there.” He sounded aggrieved by that fact too, as if it pained him personally to have to admit that.
Mathieu got to his feet slowly and Even scrambled backward. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you not the best at this shit?”
“Uh—”
“Isn’t that why I paid you the amount of money that I did?”
Evan visibly paled. “Yeah, but I—”
“Find me something useful. Otherwise, I just might decide you’re no longer useful. Don’t think you want that.” Mathieu didn’t raise his voice, but that decree might as well have been shouted the way Evan flinched.
Win stood next to Mathieu. More often than not over the past few days, he’d found himself playing the part of mediator between Mathieu and whoever was on the receiving end of his wrath. It appeared he was up once again. “You said you can tell us where the video was taken? And when?” he asked Evan.
