Chapter 30 Ezrah
Chapter thirty
Ezrah
The next few days were perfect. I got to learn my boy's body and drive him to the edge again and again. If I could stay buried with my cock inside his sinful body all the time, I would.
Part of me is surprised by how ravenous I feel. I want to devour my boy's body in ways that would probably scare him. Hell, it scares me to a degree too. So I've held back until I figure out what's happening inside my messed-up head.
Today is Saturday, and we have the weekend off. I planned on going out on a date with my boy, but he wanted us to stay home. He's acting strange, and I'm carefully observing him. To top off the suspicion, I received a strange message from an unknown number.
Unknown: Do you really love your boy?
Unknown: To what degree would you go to protect him?
Me: Who's this?
Unknown: I'm curious… would you choose your human morals or him?
I didn't respond, and the messages stopped. I also didn't tell Sebastian. Something told me to hold back for now.
Whoever is sending these messages obviously has something against my boy. If they're out to hurt him, they've gravely mistaken me for a coward. I'll destroy anyone who dares to hurt my boy. Morals be damned.
Since my boy didn't want to go out, I ordered a puzzle with a picture of toys I thought he would like. He screamed excitedly and demanded we start the puzzle immediately. It was a win.
We spent the day playing, eating, and enjoying each other's company. I found it strange that my boy wanted to go bed early, but we did that.
I know I said to Seb that I'm a heavy sleeper and I forgot to tell him that's not true. Right now, I'm thankful for that, because my boy is slipping out of our bed. I listen intently as he gets dressed and tiptoes out of the room.
I follow behind him, making sure I don't get noticed or heard, and a second later, I hear the front door opening and closing.
What are you doing, boy?
I hurry back into my room and get dressed as fast as I can. Just as I'm about to storm out after him, I get a message.
Unknown: Are you curious where your boy is going? Why is he slipping out like a thief in the middle of the night?
Me: Who the fuck are you?
Thousands of possibilities run through my head, and panic starts to rise.
Unknown: You ask the wrong questions, Ezrah child. The question is, who is your boy, and who are you? Or rather, who you'll be?
This fucker is pissing me off. I'm this close to calling Nico and asking for his help. Whoever is sending these messages must be a lunatic, and I'm afraid Seb's life is in danger.
Unknown: If you want to know who your boy is, go to this address. But be warned… there is a price to pay.
The stranger sends an address in downtown, in the shady parts of the city.
Would it be stupid to go there?
Absolutely.
Still, I'm going. If my boy is going there, it must mean only one thing. He must be involved in something shady. A loan? Owning someone something?
My mind runs wild with reasons why Sebastian would be there, if he's there at all. I don't waste time wondering, I run to my car and head to the address. While I'm driving, it hits me out of nowhere that not once did I imagine Sebastian could be cheating on me.
With my history, I feared that in my next relationship I'd be suspicious, jealous, and possessive. I may still be jealous and possessive, but I'm not suspicious of Seb. I trust him. For some reason, I just trust him with my whole heart. Maybe even more than I ever trusted anyone else in my life.
Whatever problems he's having, we'll face them together.
I won't let him struggle alone.
Another message pops up as I near the address. It says to park the car farther and then move on foot to the back alley behind a strip club. From there, enter a small opening in the fence and continue down another alley.
Smart people would call the police. I know I should call the police, or at least Nico, but the next message stops me from doing that.
Unknown: Don't call the police, or your boy will be gone forever.
Fear makes me move without thinking.
I sprint to the alley and force myself to slow down when I see the small opening. Whatever's waiting ahead can't be good, and it'll be to my advantage if I approach silently.
I'm careful where I step because I don't want the trash littering the ground to make noise and announce my presence. The back alley is narrow and very dark, but at the end, I see a small light and hear muffled voices.
My heart is going to beat out of my chest when I hear my boy's voice.
"You've been a very, very naughty piece of shit, my dear."
Something in Seb's voice makes cold chills spread down my spine. I've never heard his voice sound like this – so cold, so detached from any emotions, and with a hard edge.
I step closer to the end of the alley and freeze when I peek around the corner.
Seb is standing before a man on his knees. Blood stains his t-shirt, but I can't see if he's seriously injured. I don't know what to make out of what I'm seeing, so I stay rooted in one place, blanketed by the darkness of the alley.
"Who… send you?" the man on his knees gasps out.
"Wouldn't you want to know? What you should be asking for is how I plan to kill you and when to start begging for mercy."
What. Is. Happening?
Who is this man?
Who is my Sebastian?
"I don't beg, bastard."
I can't see Sebastian's face, but I see his back stiffen. Between one blink and the next, he has a knife embedded in the man's shoulder. Sebastian uses one hand to muffle the scream the man makes.
Bile rises in my throat as I watch my sweet boy hurt a stranger.
"Now. You should be thanking me," Seb says as he cleans his knife on the man's other shoulder. "My Daddy is waiting for me at home, and I don't want to be away for too long."
Some of his normal, cheerful voice creeps back into his words, and he bounces in place like the thought of coming back to me makes him happy.
The duality of Sebastian standing before me gives me whiplash.
I can see my boy, but I also see someone whom I don't know. Someone dangerous. Someone who's about to take a life if I don't stop him.
"Before we continue to the good part, there's a message I was asked to deliver before your final breath. Kazimir says-"
The man interrupts him, "So this is the mafia fucker's doing? He'll pay for it."
"Bla, bla, bla. Save it. As I was saying, Kizimir says, you're welcome."
The man looks confused, the words don't make sense to him. But before he can say anything, Sebastian slices the man's throat. My eyes widen in horror as I watch him fall to the ground, the gurgling sounds filling the air.
Sebastian observes his masterpiece with a smile on his face – and this is how I know he sees it as a masterpiece. He watches the life drain from the man like he's watching his favorite artist painting his next masterpiece.
It's insanity.
It's wrong.
Yet I'm hypnotized by the blinding smile on his lips, the light in his eyes, the way he holds his body like he's the Reaper who just led someone to death's door.
My cock hardens, and for a second, I question my sanity, but a second isn't enough to convince me otherwise.
I'm in love with Sebastian.
I'm in love with a killer.
And I like it when he draws blood, when he ends a life, when he paints a masterpiece of his own using blood, broken bones, and last breaths.
My boy… who knew you'd show me exactly how twisted my mind is?