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"He stabby stabby many times and never once he hit anything important." Nico smiles like he worked it out just as I did.
"He had a very good social worker who exposed him to martial arts and dancing, many other clubs to keep him out of the house and entertained." If Porter is the son, I have a sneaky idea who could be behind all of this. Letting Porter's sister live has come back to bite me in the arse.
"Probably no one knows but Porter, his mum, his dad and his fanny," Nico nods.
"His fanny?" The road clears and I pull back out of the lay-by and resume my pointless charge into battle without a weapon.
"The girl."
"Tiffany."
"Tiff-fanny." Nico shrugs.
I started this drive thinking I was meeting a man who wanted to swap Porter for Nico. I wasn't going to swap anyone; I was going to shoot my way out and make sure both boys got home safe even if I didn't. Now I don't know what I'm walking into.
If Carter kidnapped his own son, I have nothing to offer him. If he didn't take Porter, I can only hope he cares enough to help me find who did. I'm expecting the latter. If he wanted Porter after so long of not caring, why involve Nico and Freddie.
Breaking into my house has all the marks of a rival cartel, but nothing else has.
"This is all Tiffany's work." It has to be. She started this as petty revenge, but we were too slow to work this out. If she thought I'd abandon Porter when I heard who his father was, she is wrong. But I didn't figure it out, so she got her dad involved.
I will not be happy until the bitch is dead, and my love for Porter won't let me kill her.
Chapter thirty-seven
Porter
Sittinginachairwith my hands tied behind my back is boring. How did Nico endure it for so long? Two men stand behind me, each glance over my shoulder only reminds me of the guns tucked in their belts.
Waiting here like this has my mind drooling over having Knox recreate the moment, but I'd be naked, except for the cock cage and butt plug; both of which I want to see first. I want him to ask me questions and punish me when I don't answer. With his hand, with the paddle, with the wax. I want a mirror so I can watch the wax harden around my nipples and balls. I want to see the redlines from the crop and the hungry look in his eyes.
And now I am sitting, bound in a chair with a hard on, fantasising about being tied in a chair while unable to get a hard on.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Waiting is the worse part, but hearing the door open terrifies me. Mainly because I can't hide the swelling in my trousers.
I was never terrified of Knox when he took me. We met like this, with muscle men abducting me from my home, with cuffs and cages, but I was more aroused than at any other point in my life. The way he looked at me always said I was safe.
A man enters, my abductors equivalent of Gavriil, and my erection issues are no longer a concern. This time my dick is threatening to piss my pants rather than shoot a load.
I want to go home.
I shouldn't have left Nico, but when I saw my dad's name, I had to phone my mum. Seeing his name reminded me of her words about Tiffany. My sister was planning something, and Mum knew, to a degree. I'd forgotten in all the commotion. Even when some mystery person took Nico, all I thought about was the boy.
All I can think about now is him, and whether Knox found the bed where he was resting.
My mind considers whether they will comfort each other over me.
All I can see is a world without me in it.
Another man enters the room, and my captor reveals himself in the form of a skinny middle aged man with a greying beard and a polystyrene cup of coffee.
Carter Turnbridge.
"So, Porter. All grown up now."
As much as this man is older than the worn out photo my mother had, I recognise him as my father.
