MasukHow the fuck was Jay tied to someone with that type of money and access to the fucking government?
I get that he’s loaded, a billionaire for fuck’s sake, but how could my guys, even the hackers I paid good money to, not be able to get me any real info on him?
And more still, where was Jay? He shouldn’t be running around, not with this fucking bastard with the type of hard-on the fucker had for Jay, in every way that mattered.
Had that fucker found him, taken him somewhere
The Lady of the house took us down to the basement, and our team leader told her we would need to check all the rooms. My parents’ house had thirteen rooms, seven en-suite, and six separate washrooms for visitors.“It seems to be only the first and top floors,” my mother was saying. The second floor is fine.“Okay, madam, but we’ll need to check all of them, to be sure we don’t block any pipes as we go.”“Oh, very well. But leave the room on the far left of the second floor. Just… leave that one. The water’s fine. I checked it. When you’re done, let me know, and I’ll check it myself. Understood?”“Yes, ma’am,” the team lead replied calmly.My mother left. We split up. I made my way to the room on the far left of the second floor – my brother’s room.Meanwhile, our last team member, in a room in a city far from ours, adjusted the camera feeds of our parents’ house, making sure anyone watching the strangers in the private home would never see
Jayden’s POV.Before my talk with Rina ended, I had already decided to see my brother. I had just finalized my travel plans when my baby sister texted me about Leon’s location – Marcus’ office.I had listened in, through Marcus’ phone, on their conversation. Some part was too low, but the duration of the silence and the words afterward suggested to me that something personal had happened.As I listened to my dark one break every item in his office, that’s what it sounded like, letting my mind see the room, playing a private game of ‘guess the item’ with myself, my heart filled.I still hadn’t been quite sure what with, as I adjusted my movements for the night, sending quick messages to my team on the ground, both where I was in Orlando, and where I had to be in less than three hours, New York, as my man worked his rage out on inanimate objects.I understood that. If someone waltzed into and out of my crime base, asking for the location of my fuck b
I exhaled, brushing dust from my shirt sleeves. I slid into the missing part of my grey pinstriped suit.“Let’s go,” I huffed, moving ahead of my number two.He nodded and followed me out.The others stepped back, clearing a path for me, bowing lightly as I passed them.==========Jayden’s POV.I stared at the wall in my duplex hotel. Rina had heard everything I said. She was making all the arrangements.A lookalike would take over for me in Florida while I went back to speak with our big brother.But before that, I had a dinner to attend.And before that, I had to get off the fucking couch.==========Adrian’s POV.During the dinner that he had organized, Jayden wasn’t there. Physically yes. But not much in any other way.He laughed, made comments, ate and drank with us, but his mind was nowhere near that table.It was a large circular piece. I was seated across from him, with his larg
I glanced around.“Yamata?”“Are you serious, Jayden?”“Come on, man!”Various voices remarked as the group closed in, as if we were having some kind of powwow on a team call.“We don’t play with cops, fellas. Yamata likes gifts. Give him some. It’ll pay off during the slow days.”Heads were bobbing, gazes were sweeping.I turned back to the device connecting me to a man I didn’t know, didn’t recognize, and couldn’t put in any box.He got quiet.The room I was in fell silent too.The next words, from either side, would change everything. This was it. The game was done.“Take me off speaker, Marcus.”I glanced up. My men stepped back and left the room. I turned. Barry and Shaw were entering the back room.Both doors shut.I glanced down at my phone.“Speak.”The device was still on my table. Speaker on.“I’ll be in the city tonight.”I froze.“I need to
Ralis released me and slid off my desk.He put his hands in his pockets. I straightened.“Tonight,” he remarked. “Find him for me.” He held out a hand. His monster handed him a small device. He placed it on my desk. “Call me on that. There’s only one number in it.” He nodded at the item.“This Marco Polo, I’m not doing it anymore. There are people looking at me. Dangerous people. And I need to keep an eye on my prized possessions. To keep them safe. For that, I need to know where they are. Every. Single. One of them. At all times. Help me do this, Mr. Sullivan, and you could benefit from my protection too.”I stared at him.He turned; his men copied; they marched out.My men were facing me. I was staring at the phone the vampire had left on my desk. Barry burst out of the back room. Shaw walked to the sitting area in my office and fell into the three-seater facing my desk.My phone rang.I pulled it out of my pocket and stared
So, here they were. Without incident.Shaw was behind me. The door was open. Twenty of my people filled the doorway and beyond.Barry was in the room behind us.Shaw had pushed him in seconds before the door had been opened. The fuckers had actually knocked first. That, more than anything, had surprised me.Until the vampire laid down his request.He was staring at me as if he were reading my mind. His smile did not waver.I almost glanced at Shaw again.“What do you think I have with Jayden Malroy?”He blinked.He was sitting upright, legs crossed. His hands were placed, one on top of the other, on his knee.“You’re fucking him. No?”I didn’t miss a beat.“Jayden Malroy fucks a whole bunch of people. Are you doing rounds?” I replied evenly.“No rounds. Just you, Mr. Sullivan.”“Why?”“Because you came to me, Mr. Sullivan. You left your city. Left your country. And came to…,” he
Adrian was looking at every bruise, every cut, as if measuring it, hand beside my face, like some mime-physician.Reece entered. He cleared his throat. Violently.Adrian jumped and turned to him.“Do you have some ice?” our young client asked hurriedly, “And any balm?” he ask
It had been exciting for me at the time. I enjoyed watching him with his arms spread on the sofa as he leaned back, his cock pushing against his pants – even back then, Leon dressed like a sleek bastard.He never wore jeans or hoodies, like other college kids; always smart and mature, cool
My father didn’t know what I did. He doesn’t know what I’ve become. And if he didn’t know me, then I couldn’t hate on Sir Sinclair for a second. Leon could very possibly be a saint in his father’s eyes, as I was a victim in my father’s own.I kept my expression neutral as I waited for my f
I pushed off Marcus.I stared at his face. His skin was grey, his eyes dark.“Sorry. I rasped. I’ve got shit to do,” I said hoarsely, a weak smile on my lips.“Jay.”“Sorry, Marcus. I should do better. I know. I will. From right now.”“Jayden. You don’t have to



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