Chapter 64
Nikolai
“Your employee. Jase Carter, where is he? Lask, the question sharp and cutting through the silence in the room. The man tied to the chair shifts uncomfortably, sweat already breaking out on his forehead. He clearly wasn’t expecting anyone to break into his office, not after it was locked up for the night. I bet he feels unlucky as shit right now,
Across the room, King sms on a worn leather sofa, his expression a menacing mask of fury and resolve. It’s been that way since we had to leave Alyssa behind, and though the same simmering rage courses through me, he has less control over himself than I do. If this guy doesn’t give us sonte answers soon, King won’t hesitate to jab his knife right into his throat.
We told Gray we were spending tonight looking for leads on Isaac’s location, and what better place to search than his workplace! Where his boss was conveniently staying late, all alone.
“Look, I don’t know what shit Isaac’s involved in, but is has nothing to do with us or this firm,” Michael stammers, already looking like he’s about to
Ed looked into his background beforehand Yo
know, once we found the sex video of him, Isaac and a few other colleagues. He has rich parents, went to all the best schools, and after graduating, inherited this firm from his father,
I’m sure life was great for him until conight.
King’s knife twirls lazily in his hand, carching the dim light. “It does when we have a video of you fucking him, Michael, he says, his voice calm but dripping with malice.
Michael palles. “It’s. It’s not what it looks like, he stammers, panic creeping in
King raises his brows slightly. “Sure looked like your dick was in his asshole. Office orgies the norm around here!”
Guru there’s no better team–building exercise, huht
“It was a prank.”
A prank!
I snort. “Damm, is that the word for fucking nowadays?”
King asks, shaking his head. “Dude, it’s 2094. If you’re gay, you’re gay. It’s not a big fucking deal, of course, unless you’re fucking someone else’s husband with the entire office involved.
Michael’s mouth opens and closes, quickly changing the subject as fear sinks in deeper. “Look, man. What do you want? Please don’t hurt me,” he begs, his voice going hourse with desperation. I have a wife and a son at home”
A bitter laugh escapes me “Hmm, I worker if your wife ever questions why you’re always working
so much.
He doesn’t need her when he’s a
s getting ass
aws from his subordinates.
“Listen, Michael King begins, saying his name with disdain. “I don’t want to stay here all damn night cor
in bed with my girl, so do yourself a favor and don’t piss us off any more than you already have”
corturing information out of you. I’d rather he
“I don’t know where he is. He’s been gone for two weeks now. Said he was taking his wife and daughter on a vacation.
“Where?” I press, my voice hardening
“I don’t know. He didn’t say.”
King stands, bringing his gun to the side of Michard head his eyes dark with that familiar, dangerous calm. “Let me jog your memory
Michael’s composure shatter completely. His body jerks with each breath, his face covered with sweat and tears. His eyes dart around the room like a trapped animal searching for an escape.
“Please! I swear, I don’t know! I don’t know where they went!”
“Then what fucking good are you?‘ King growls, pressing the barrel harder against his temple. “Give me a reason to keep you alive”
“I can pay whatever he owes your Michael pleads, his words tumbling out in a frantic rash.
King lets out an unhinged chuckle that both arouses me and sends a shiver down my spine. What he owes isn’t money. Its his head on a goddamn
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platter. You offering yours instead?”
Michael practically whimpers. “N–No, but I can try to find out whatever you need.”
King leans in inches from his face, his voice dropping low. “What I need is for him to show his face so I can blow it off. What I need is to know that my girls are safe, that I can bring them back home where they belong
Michael’s eyes widen, the realization drawing in them. “You want his wife and daughter!”
“Want! They’re already mine. He pulls away, leaving Michael a whimpering mess. “Make sure you let that pathetic piece of shit know the next time you speak to him. And the second you do, you’ll contact us.” He flicks a business card on Michael’s desk, the soft flutter of paper landing like a death sentence. I promise you don’t want to see what I’d do if I have to come back here.”
Michael shifts, tugging against the restraints, “Whit..you’re just going to leave me tied up here?” he exclaims, his voice an octave higher.
“I’m sure someone will be here soon. Besides, looks like you need some sleep anyway,” King replies, already heading to the door. “Pleasure doing business with you, Michael Word of advice wear a condom before you pass some nasty shit to your wife”
Once we’re outside, we head towards our bikes sitting in the parking lot. “Going back to your place” I ask, dread settling into the pit of my stomach.
The ache of missing them deepens with every passing second. Sleeping without Alyssa curled between us? That’s gonna be damn near impossible. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to sleep again without her warmth, her scent, the way she presses herself against us.
I wonder if she feels the same way. Hell, she’s probably still pissed at us, and honestly, I don’t blame her. We told her we wouldn’t let Gray win, that we’d stand by her no matter what..and then we did exactly what she feared. We chose her safety over her freedom.
Yeah, we’re gonna have a lot of groveling to do.
King’s eyes flicker tome, his expression serious. “No. We’re going home?
I raise a brow, taken aback. And your place isn’t home?” I’ve barely been to my apartment since Alyssa arrived. It feels like King’s place is ours now, like we built something there together. But with Alyssa and Zun gone…I already know it’s going to feel empty. Since last night it has felt like a huge chunk of my heart was torn out and I don’t think I’ll be getting it back until this is all over.
King doesn’t even flinch as he replies. “Not to sound fucking corny, but home is wherever they are.”
A surge of resolve hits me. He’s right. They are home. Without them were
re just…lost
“Fuck.” I murter, rimning a hand through my hair. “We’re really going back to the clubhouse?”
“Yep, King answers, reaching for his helmet “If Gray kills us, so be it. We’re not gonna be able to stay away from her anyway. Not now, not ever”
And if that doesn’t sound like love. I don’t know what does
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