27. Doc
S itting back and watching Donald fucking McCormack the Third paw at my assistant makes me itch for a scalpel, so I can bury it deep in his body.
“I don’t know what I hate more,” I muse. “His face, or his name. I thought my name was pretentious, but really, who likes a name enough to call three people it? That’s just cruel.”
James laughs. “I still think you got the short end of the stick, Ash.”
“Bite me,” I mutter into my drink.
“I’ll leave that to your Daddy.”
I roll my eyes and watch carefully as Cor turns away just long enough for Rose to quickly and discreetly spike his drink. Thank fuck , this is almost over. My family name may open doors to places most people can only dream about, but they don’t know how fucking…overdone it all is.
Expensive and exclusive does not mean good .
This country club is nothing but a “seen and be seen” place that makes my skin crawl.
I’m sure I’ll be the talk of my mother’s circles.
Seen here with both a man and woman, what a scandal!
Especially since neither of them are Daddy.
The gossip about what could have happened between us will be rampant, and it is really the only bright spot to this whole farce.
Knowing how much my mother is going to hate having to pretend she’s okay with whatever they think my choices are.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for the drug to set in once consumed.
Unlike the sedative I keep on hand for Tennant and Hollis’s kidnapping games, this one doesn’t work quite as fast, so we’re able to play it off as if we’re escorting a very “drunk” Cor home.
Or we're off somewhere to take advantage of him, but that’s another rumor that just sparks joy rather than actual worry.
None of them will be too concerned since he’s a man, and it’s easier to ignore “those things”, because sweeping shit under the rug is what people in this tier of wealth are good at.
In James’s SUV, we settle Cor into the backseat and tie him up. He lets us do it, as Rose is still playing her part, flirting with him, and making the horny bastard happy to do whatever we ask.
Thankfully, he passes out soon enough, so I don’t have to hear him drugged up and coming onto my assistant. I trust Rose to take care of herself, but still, gross .
“Okay back there?” I turn in my seat to look at her.
She rolls her eyes and pushes Cor off her lap, onto the floorboard.
I snort. “Perfectly fine,” she assures me.
“I need a shower to wash the sleaze off of me, but other than that, I’m not traumatized or anything.
Can’t say it was fun pretending to be into the douche, but I’ll be happy he’s off the streets, so no one else has to suffer. ”
I grin, because I didn’t expect anything less from her. I didn’t choose any of my assistants just for their medical knowledge, but for the fact none of them would blink twice at taking another life rather than saving it.
J ames and I are waiting for Cristian and Allesandro in one of the rooms at Tennant’s torture chamber.
It’s weird not being called out here to patch someone up, or to give them a little extra boost to keep them going for longer.
I don’t usually get to enjoy this side of things, and I hope they let me stay.
“You are way too excited,” James murmurs as he stands next to the table I’m sitting on.
“Can you blame me?”
My best friend side-eyes me, but chooses not to comment, which is probably for the best.
When the door to the room we’re in opens, and Cristian and Allesandro walk in, James straightens up. Inwardly, I roll my eyes, but stay seated as the two Bosses enter the room.
“Good work, Doc. Thank you,” Cristian says as he eyes the man strapped to the dentist’s chair.
“Mind if we stay?” I ask. James shoots me a look, but doesn’t contradict me.
Cristian huffs in amusement. “Of course not.”
Allesandro walks over to stand in front of Cor. “How long has he been awake?”
“About ten minutes or so. Gotta say, pretending to still be asleep is probably the only smart thing he’s done. I don’t know if he recognized me as we were tying him up, or what, but some survivalist instinct in his lizard brain seems to have kicked in, as he’s only twitched a few times.”
Cor groans, either from the side-effects of the drugs or being called out. I don’t know, or care. Slowly, he opens his dull brown eyes and looks at Allesandro. He jolts in his restraints.
“Never expected to see me again, I’m guessing?” The dangerous purr to Allesandro’s words has my dick perking up, and I squirm on the table.
James’s stare burns into the side of my head, because he knows me well enough to guess what I’m thinking, but I ignore him. The benefit of us staying for this show will be that he gets to fuck me rough after this, because hell , nothing has even happened yet and my blood is heating with excitement.
“I don’t know what you mean? You have the wrong guy.” Well, Cor’s arrogance is still in full-force, that’s for sure, as his voice doesn’t so much as waver when he speaks.
“No? What about me?” Cristian steps up next to Allesandro, and if it were possible, Cor would shrink back at the sight of my Boss.
“N–no,” Cor lies.
Cristian removes his jacket, handing it over to Allesandro before unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his still-sutured side. “What about these? Surely any good doctor will know his own handiwork.”
Cor swallows and looks around the room wide-eyed, as if trying to come up with a good excuse. When he sees me and James, his eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Wes–Wescott? What is going on? Is this some type of sick joke?”
I laugh. “I thought the same at first when I saw the sketch of you, but well, to say I’m not surprised this is the turn your life took is an understatement. You always did think you were tough shit, and above the law.”
My words seem to trigger something in him, as he loses the act and a sneer crosses his face. “I am above the law, you,” he casts a look to Allesandro and Cristian—who is redressing—“are not.”
The Bosses both laugh. “Funny,” Cristian says. “You’re the one tied up under our laws, whereas not even a pair of handcuffs have ever seen my wrists.”
“Nor mine,” Allesandro muses. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Cor . You can tell us what we want to know, or we’ll extract the answers from you. I know which way I’d prefer. So please, choose that one.”
Cor presses his lips together. The Bosses exchange a look, before Cristian gestures. “You’re the guest, you get first pick.”
“Thank you, Amico Mio.” The amusement in Allesandro’s voice is as arousing as the danger.
I’m fucked in the head.
Pulling out my phone, as Allesandro inspects the toys in this room—and Cristian offers to get anything else he might want from the multitude of other rooms Ten has prepared—I text Daddy.
DOC
I need you to fuck James’s cum out of me later
DADDY
Are you allowed to make demands, Baby?
DOC
Please, Daddy? I need it puppy eyes emoji
DADDY
I’ll give you what you deserve. Now, behave or James and I will take turns fucking you all night while you’re locked away…
Biting my lip, I’m almost tempted to push, because fuck , that’s hot as hell.
It’s the threat of being in a cage during the experience that stays my hand.
Fucking Daddy knows me too well, and made sure to let me know I definitely am not going to get what I want, only what he thinks I need.
I’ll never admit that he probably knows what I need more than I do myself, as that’ll play right into his hands, and I can’t make things too easy for him.
James must be reading over my shoulder as he snorts and leans in to whisper, “Your Daddy has the best ideas, Ash. Sure you want to stay?”
I turn my head just enough to brush my lips against the corner of his mouth. “We’re staying.”
“As amusing as this is,” Allesandro says, “we have work to do. You’re free to leave. Or you can fuck here, but keep it down.”
I turn to look at him, expecting to see annoyance in his eyes, and while it’s clear, there’s humor, too. So at least he found a way around his outright hatred of me.
“I can wait. Sorry, Sir.”
He sniffs at my refusal to call him Padrone, but like hell will that word ever cross my lips. In my world, titles are earned, and sign of respect or not, different rules or not, I will never say the word Master …unless Daddy wants me to, of course.
Allesandro makes his way back over to Cristian, and he nods in agreement. “Excellent choice, Padrone.”
Cor seems to realize they’re not fucking around because he looks at me again. “You’re really in bed with these assholes? I knew you were nothing but a hack, Wescott, but really? This is the shit you’re into?”
I stare at him dispassionately. “You let some federal dickbag use you to clean up his work, but I’m the hack?”
He rolls his eyes. “You’d know if you were actually part of the system, but the medical scene is fucked.
Too many patients, not enough doctors, and only some hospitals with the funds to afford me.
” He sneers. “I worked my ass off for the title of hospital administrator, but they gave it to some guy who didn’t even look old enough to drink, let alone run a hospital.
Like hell was I going to stick around for that.
” Too bad Sarah’s not here. She would blow his mind with the knowledge that she also holds that position.
“So, what? You decided to come back and work for some shady government assholes? Doesn’t sound like an upgrade to me. I’ve heard government pay is shit.”
He glowers. “You have no idea what I’ve been through, or who these fuckers,” he nods to Allesandro and Cristian, “really are. If you did, you wouldn’t be here helping them.”
I laugh as I slide off the table, and walk over to where he’s sitting.
“Who do you think paid for my medical school? Who backed my clinic, and has supported me every step of the way? Not my parents. Unlike yours, they haven’t coddled me.
You’ll either tell them what they want to know—like who you’re working for—or I will personally see to it that you’re kept alive for years, so they can torture you whenever they get bored. ”
Fear finally seems to sink in, as the seriousness of my tone must get to him. Cor is an asshole, and not up to my or Dr. Ranlen’s level, but he’s not stupid. The path of least resistance is always going to be his first choice—he always was scared of hard work.
“I may or may not have taken up a side business to bring in extra cash.
And well, some asshole, who definitely wasn't a cop, made me a deal when he saw where I was from.” He scowls.
“He offered to make the charges go away if I helped him clean up the streets.
I've seen what happens with the people you torture and kill.
I've seen enough people die from gunshots and drug overdoses to know you need to be stopped.”
I scoff in disgust as Cristian and Allesandro laugh.
“If I'm understanding this correctly,” Allesandro says. “You stole and sold medications from the hospital you worked at, but you have the nerve to judge us for our business practices?”
“Those drugs are legal!” Cor snarls.
Allesandro shakes his head and steps closer, grabbing Cor’s hand in his and inspecting it. “Hmmm, which finger should go first?”
“Well, since he won't be working in the hospital ever again,” Cristian says slowly. “It doesn't really matter which. Choose the one that calls to you the most.”
Allesandro hums in contemplation, and then seems to make his choice, as he shows Cor the small pair of pruning shears he took from one of the tables lining the room.
Cor tries to struggle, but the restraints on the chair hold him tight.
I watch, fascinated as Allesandro isolates his middle finger, then slides the shears on either side of the digit.
It takes a bit of force on his part, the muscles in his arm bulging in a way that makes my cock perk up once more, but the shears slice through flesh and bone, until the finger drops neatly to the floor.
Cor’s screams echo off the cement walls, as do the sounds of him retching.
I roll my eyes. He calls himself a doctor, yet can't handle a little bit of pain and blood.
“Do you mind, Doc?” Allesandro asks.
I head back to the table and get my bag, pulling on a pair of gloves before grabbing what I need to staunch the bleeding.
“Who was the man you made the deal with?” Cristian asks him as I work.
“I…I don't know!”
“You said he wasn't a cop, but how do you know if you never got his name?”
“He was too…shiny and slick. Cops have a certain look and feel to them. He acted like he was above them, and even the fed they brought in to lay trafficking charges against me deferred to him.”
I only half pay attention as I take care of his wound. The Bosses seem to have some sort of silent conversation before Cristian gets my attention. “How easily can you make him disappear?”
I shrug. “We have his stuff, so I just need someone to break into his phone and I can arrange for him to disappear for a bit.
We'll have to come up with a creative way for him to die and be found, but we can manage.” I grimace.
“I'll have to make my presence in society known, as I'm the last one to have seen him, but Rose and I can spin a few stories, so that nothing will come of it should the police come looking.”
“No, no, please! I'm too young to die!” Cor whimpers.
I roll my eyes, and he must get on Allesandro’s nerves too, as the Boss hits him across the face with the shears, making him bleed, but also knocking him out. Weakling.
“Are we keeping him alive or…?” I ask carefully.
“For now,” Cristian says. “He's cocky enough that apparently he'll just spill secrets without much effort on our part.
And we can always torture him later, if we need something more specific, or to persuade him to remember stuff he's ‘forgotten’. Work with Hollis to give him, and yourself, a plausible story, so he can disappear.”
“Yes, sir.”
They dismiss me, and I eagerly pack up my things and follow James out of the room.
That…did not go the way I expected it to, but there was still enough bloodshed and sheer dominating presence from Allesandro that my heart and cock are both pumping hard.
I'm ready for a nice brutal fuck, the kind that only the man walking in front of me can give me.
I must make some type of needy noise as James stops walking just before we get to the front warehouse doors. He grabs my arm and pulls me roughly to him. Oh, yes fucking please.