Chapter 6~
Ispent an hour with Beatrice last night. The entire time I made her CBD tea, I was willing my hard cock to stand down. He’s been a moody bastard ever since we met her. Some days, it takes me forever to get myself off. Like he knows it’s not her sweet pussy clenching around him. No matter. I’ll gladly spend every day with my dick in my hand thinking of her while I bide my time.
When she walked into the kitchen, my dick tried to open my pants for me. The damn sweater may have hidden most of her body but it showed off her delicate collarbone and a little tattoo of three black birds. I wanted to trace them with my tongue and suck on her skin until a pretty bruise showed up.
Alas, I did not. I behaved like a good little boy. For now.
I know enough about her that I know she hates how she looks—not that she”s ever said it out loud, but you can tell by how she dresses and carries herself. Eventually, though, I will worship every inch of her body until she knows just how gorgeous she is.
A message pings on my phone and brings me back to my current task. I’ve been running facial recognition for a few assholes who decided that using kids as drug runners was a good idea. Now, we get to end these dickheads for good. That’s what we do, after all; Charlie is the leader and gets the information from our bosses; I find them, Even grab them and roughs them up a bit, and Danny, well, he makes sure the messages are received.
Speaking of messages…
Danny-Boy:Has E talked with you about last night?
I feel my brows frown in confusion. Last night I hung out with Bea for a little bit, even though she clearly didn’t want to talk about whatever memory had her fucked up. Then, I let her get to bed while I finished cleaning up the douche of the night.
Once I got home, I heated up some of the leftover pizza rolls and drank a beer with the guys while we watched a documentary about a journalist who was killed because he got too close to revealing government secrets. Not that I was really paying attention, my mind was stuck on how Beatrice’s warm, soft body felt up against mine. Even cold, wet, and terrified, she was intoxicating.
My phone buzzes in my hand again, oddly reminding me that I need to take my ADHD meds for the day.
Danny-Boy:I mean about the girl. The one he met on the app.
Me:Nope. Why?
Danny-Boy:He got this look in his eyes that told me he was feeling a lot more than usual. Not that I’m jealous, I just want to make sure, you know, she’s vetted.
A smile forms on my face as I think about how twisted up these two already are. Danny is not jealous. Oh, no…he’s intrigued, which, now that I realize that, could be more of a problem for him than Even. When Danny falls, he falls hard, almost to an obsessive point. Whatever Even told him about this girl, or maybe how he told him, has definitely sparked Danny’s interest.
Me:Agreed. It’s been a long time since anyone outside the four of us has been in our circle. And with the shit from the Crimson Knights getting worse, we absolutely need to make sure she isn’t in danger; or dangerous.
Me:Send me what you have and I’ll look into it.
Danny-Boy:(thumbs up emoji)
With a grin, I put my phone down and start clicking on various threads on the dark web. We’ve already been given another guy to look into who has connections with the Crimson Knights, and I’ve also promised Bea I’d find her another friend to play with.
She looked tired-more so than usual after a cleaning- and I could tell the tears were never fully pushed back. Her whole aura was sad, almost depressive, and it felt like I was physically dying since I couldn’t wrap her in my arms and help her carry some of those burdens.
I originally tried to talk her out of another target so soon, because of how last night ended, but she stood firm and shot me a hard look with those expressive blue eyes. And, yes, I’m a pathetic bastard because I just can’t say “no” to her; but I can at least monitor her a little more closely. At least, closer than the cameras I may or may not have situated in and around her house. What? I need to ensure she’s safe and I can’t do that if I can’t see her. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I click over to the security tab and watch the cameras loop around her property. Sigh.
I have a bad feeling that she may be reaching her limit. But she was so adamant about needing another target that I quickly caved; I was afraid that if I didn”t do it, she would go off on her own and get into trouble.
I know she doesn’t have any family or friends who visit. She works from home, hangs out with her snakes, and binge-watches a random mixture of documentaries and TV crime dramas like Lucifer and Castle.
My unease forced me to slip a tracker onto her Suburban before I took care of the waste of space taking up her little dungeon. I already promised myself I wouldn’t go full stalker and track her every second. But I mean, I am walking a fine line. Shit, all of the guys have caught me on multiple occasions checking her security feed. But, thankfully, they don’t push.
They don’t know who she is, just like I promised Bea, and only know that I help her sometimes. They also know she’s not a threat to us and I have been harboring a crush on this woman for years. They’ve tried to set me up or go out and find some girl to satisfy my needs for the night, but, I can’t. I won’t.
Finding another candidate for Bea, I open our encrypted email chain and send her the details. Stanley Louis here sounds about as pompous as they come. He’s currently inquiring about young kids. After a few more searches, I see that he likes to keep them for weeks at a time before dumping them back on their parents’ doorsteps: broken, mutilated, and traumatized more than any child should be.
Anger courses through my veins as I think about this sick fuck who did something similar to me all those years ago. Not that I have to worry about him anymore. He’s locked up tighter than Alcatraz after being caught red-handed. Literally. His wife came home early from some trip and saw him covered in blood with a little boy passed out on the couch.
Nausea causes me to sway and I realize that I am definitely still not over the fact that he’s very much alive. If he ever had a chance to get out, I’d be the first one to greet him. Of course, he’d be dangling in our basement, but still, the possibilities…
A message on my phone brings me out of my all-too-frequent daydream. Seeing as it’s almost seven in the evening, I lock my computer, swipe my phone, and head into the bathroom.
As I close the door, I check the message.
E-Man:On my way.
With nothing more than a thumbs-up emoji, I strip down and turn the shower on as hot as it will go. Another message pings, and I consider waiting but, I’m nosey and want to know what it is. Maybe it’s Bea. My cock springs to life at the mere thought of her and I flick myself right on the tip. Not that it matters, he likes a little pain with his pleasure.
Opening the messages tab, I see that Danny has sent me the information for Even’s little app friend. Thankfully, he also sent me Even’s login, so I don’t have to try to hack their system; yet.
A quick glance tells me a whole hell of a lot about her. She’s clearly closed off. Her picture is of some kind of flower.
Curiosity reigns so I run back to my computer. I transfer the image into a search and see it’s actually a flowering cactus called a Queen of the Night. It kind of reminds me of a little lion. The white petals in the middle form together like a small bowl and are surrounded by a flatter layer of petals. Apparently, the petals can also have varying degrees of pink and purple. It’s pretty; unique. I like it.
Clicking on her profile, I see she’s posted her height and made it abundantly clear she’s not a petite thing. I guess she’s had one too many run-ins with assholes who like her, but not her size. Dumbass boys.
What’s even more telling is her list of rules. It basically boils down to, “Don’t bother contacting me if you can’t meet these rules.” One includes no kissing and another requires that a mask be worn. Interesting; but I’ll file that away for later.
The rest of her profile screams insecure and in control. All-in-all, she’s not looking for something long-term. Damn. That could be a problem for E if he really is as wrapped up in her as Danny thinks. It”s something to definitely bring up later. Thankfully, neither of them is talking about Charlie and me joining. We’ve done it in the past: shared women, worshiping them as they deserve. But, I haven’t wanted to since I met Bea.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I link up the profile to my tracking system and let it run. If I’m lucky, I’ll get some more information by the time we get home.
Jogging back to the bathroom, I”m suddenly hit with an idea. Instead of second-guessing myself, I type out a message to Beatrice and then pop in the shower. After last night, maybe it’s time to push her a little. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll let me in.