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“You are a pretty thing, aren't you.” I'm crouched beside his slumped body, watching his legs move like a dog running in a dream. “Be a shame to mess up that face of yours wouldn’t it.” Wide frightened eyes plead with me, as his head shakes no and yes as best he can, seems my treasure isn’t sure how to answer. He can do nothing to stop me as I lean closer to his ear and inhale. Frightened pretty boys smell the best. My hands grip his shoulders, pulling his lithe body back up to lean against me.
“You'd make a good toy,” I whisper to him, stroking his face to soothe him. “Nice little plaything to show off at parties.”
Sounds gurgle in his throat, but the gag in his mouth prevents me from understanding. I don't need words to know he's begging me not to do this. He's not ready yet.
“You'll have plenty of time to beg when we're alone.”
I'm the second richest man in this city, only my father has more than me, and not by much though. I'm better at this game, because I don't have the baggage of a wife and kids like he does. I'm not bothered about an heir, who gives a shit about all of this when I'm gone. I've got a cruise boat, two homes and four dozen loyal men of my own. Until tonight, I didn't think I needed anything else. Now I can't keep my mind off those pretty blue eyes filled with fear.
Tiffany, on the other hand, is too overconfident for my liking. I've never shown mercy to other dealers, making me one of the more dangerous cartel leaders. Of course, I've never taken any hostages I wouldn't kill before either. But then, I've never been given an opportunity like this one with Porter, and I'm certainly not one to miss an offering like this.
The cocky thief in the chair looks like she's sitting on a throne. I get no pleasure from her, a rising rage at her lack of loyalty to her brother. Looking at the boy beside me on the floor has a different effect. His clothes are baggy and unflattering. He'll scrub up well enough, but I can only strip him once, and I am in no hurry to peel the layers from my onion yet. Clothing aside, he is beautiful. The way he pants on his knees. The way he holds his head, as the cuffs pull his shoulders back. He has to turn his head to the side to even see me. The way his lips mould around the ball in his mouth. The lips themselves dry, begging for his trapped tongue to lick them, but the ball itself is wet with uncontrolled saliva. Such a beautiful mess. And that's without the fear and apprehension in his eyes. It's pretty, especially in a blue eyed boy. There is such depth in the fear they show. Unlike my dark eyes that could hide a thousand sins.
All my plans disappear in that face looking back at me. I never planned to hurt him; I planned much more devious sins. Stripping and using his body, breaking him down while his sister and my men watched. Humiliating the boy before everyone, in the most complete way. Now I just want to take the boy and keep him all to myself. I want to do the same dirty things, but only I get to see this boy used and abused.
“Get the boy out of here.” My voice betrays my loss of control before I compose my form. “Restrain him in my bedroom. I shall question my treasure personally.”
Porter squeals at Tiffany as my men take his arms. His murmured pleas have more effect on me than his twin. He tries his best to fight them, but he has no chance against Caeo and Eddie.
“Do you understand what I am going to do to your brother? The pain I plan to inflict on him,” I ask my remaining captive. “I’m going to make sure he screams and begs until it’s over, but something tells me you'd rather him than you.”
“I'm not falling for your lies,” She huffs.
“Lies? What lies?” I question. “I have every intention of doing terrible things to him. Do you doubt that?”
“No, but he is a stripper so I’m sure whatever perverted things you come up with he will love.” She replies with a sneer on her face.
I saw the relief in her eyes as I touched the boy instead of her but the fact that she so blatantly acts like he deserves what I might dish out makes me sick.
“If you don't really think I'll hurt him, you don't know me at all. Ask him about it when I bring him back.”
The glint in her eyes shows she'll do just that. The shrug of her shoulders proves as long as she is fine, she really doesn't care about her brother.
“I take what I want, and I want your brother. I'll play with him until I'm bored and then I'll throw him away just like all the pretty boys that came before him. Just like all the boys who will come after him.” I can lie far better than this stupid girl can. “I'll offer you one last chance to save yourself and your brother. Tell me who you are giving my drugs to.”
“Go to hell.”
“Oh, that's already a given. There are so many sins these days, I expect we'll all go there eventually. Some sooner than others.” My fingers run through her hair, making a mess of those pretty locks. “But I promise I won't kill you. My men are always grateful when I give them toys to play with, regardless of how scarred up they are.”
I may not be sexually interested in women, but I do understand them. She must have a damn good reason to pick her dealer over her brother. The boy said he had money, and there was just over a grand rolled up in his back pocket. Tiffany Ellis isn't doing this for the money; she's doing it for love. Women in love care about their appearance, and they usually believe their lover will lose interest if they don't look pretty anymore.
“You have twenty-four hours to save your brother. If you don't give me a name in that time, I'll keep him, and we'll start making that face of yours fucked up beyond anything make up can fix.”
“Does that mean we’ve got to wait a day before getting a taste of her?” Marley plays along with my threats, he'll be the first to reap any rewards for her punishment, but we all hope it doesn't come to that. There's enough willing pussy in my clubs to make this all idle threats. Tiffany's honour is my bargaining chip with Porter, and if I give the boy my word, I will keep it. But that doesn't mean she has to know that.
“Release Miss Ellis and put her back in her cell to think about her decision. I have work to deal with.” I nod at Marley. I'm off to see my boy.
seven
Porter
I'vebeenabandonedinthe grandest bedroom I've ever seen. A beautiful black and red space, with a plump, luxurious bed. Deep oak storage around the walls for all his belongings. It's bigger than my house. It's definitely nicer than my house. I hate the fact that I want to just climb into that bed and sleep for a week. The large patio doors don't bring in much light in the early hours of the morning. It means the journey here was as long as it felt; there is nowhere close to my home where a home is completely away from any artificial light.
This night has just turned into such a nightmare. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh at the predicament I’m in. Locked up in the city's most dangerous cartel leader's bedroom after he groped me in front of my sister and his men.
There has to be a chance I can save myself, but after what just happened I'm fairly sure I know where this is going to go. If I could get this damn gag out of my mouth I could plead my case. Whether it's for my freedom or my life, who knows. All I know is I can’t surrender, and I can’t let them hurt Annie. Even if she didn’t seem keen to save me from my fate. I didn’t have the best life, but it was mine and I was okay with that. Just me and mum.
Mum.
