Chapter 10
BANE
“Where the fuck is George?” Anthony growls. “And why the hell is Bane crying?”
Anthony sounds like he’s about to combust. Which is nice, honestly. I want someone to care for me.
“I’m not crying,” I say with a loud sniffle.
“You are. And you can’t convince me otherwise. Did someone take your trophies? Did someone hurt you?” Anthony’s fists clench, his jaw popping, and I shudder at how feral he looks.
“No. It’s just Georgiy.”
His eye twitches. “Bane. What. Did. He. Do?”
I sniffle and swipe at my nose, knowing I’m a mess, but…but he left me. And I have a ring.
I made him a ring.
He didn’t want it.
He said not now. Which probably means not ever.
“He left. But I don’t really want to talk about it,” I say miserably.
“Bane,” Anthony says, and then a moment later, someone cuddles in next to me. It’s Angel. I can tell by the way he smells. Like dessert.
“Oh, love,” he says softly, carding his hand through my hair. “You don’t need to talk. Only when you’re ready.”
I nod and burrow further into Angel, who just lets me be. Anthony is fuming. I can see him behind his desk, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He sips it, his eyes narrowing as he watches me.
“He’ll be okay, Dad. He just needs to cry it out. Sometimes that helps.”
I agree. Although, I don’t really feel better. I kinda feel worse.
Suddenly, Kit appears in my line of sight, his eyes meeting mine. “Hey. I know you aren’t feeling the best, but do you want to come watch something? It might make you feel better?”
“Are you and Jax going to kiss?”
He stiffens, his cheeks turning red. “I—I don’t kiss men.”
“Oh. Well, then maybe some light touching? Chests, cheeks, a dick or two if you’d like.”
“I mean…I wasn’t…is that what you want to see?”
I shift in my seat, swiping at my eyes. “Yes. I think that would make me feel much better.”
“Get Jax in here then,” Anthony growls into the phone, and I feel my heart rate pick up.
A minute later, Jax is inside the office, confusion lining his face.
“What is it?” he asks as Anthony stands up.
“Bane needs you,” he says, and then I watch as Anthony leaves the room.
Jax moves over to me, standing near Kit and meeting my tearful stare.
“Why are you crying? Who hurt you?”
I sniffle once more. Dramatic, yes, but still, this is a nice distraction.
Angel pipes up, his arm still around me. “He needs you and Kit to do something sexy. He’s very depressed about Georgiy leaving him.”
“He left you?” Jax asks and then peers over at Kit, who is as pink as a candy heart. His skin is just delicious. “And why do we need to do something sexy?”
“A distraction,” I utter. “I need something else to think about.”
Jax runs a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly. “I mean, can we do something else?”
Angel giggles at that. “I don’t think he wants to see anything else. I think this would be the perfect distraction. If you both consent, of course.”
Jax peers over at Kit, the pulse in the base of his neck thumping wildly. “I mean, do you want to? You know, just to make him feel better?”
Kit shrugs, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. “If it helps him not be so sad, I guess we could.”
Jax straightens and clears his throat. “Yeah. All right. Uh, to help Bane…we can do that. You know, for him.”
Kit nods, wetting his lips. “For him.”
They move, standing opposite one another, and I can feel the tension in the room, thick and excited. Oh. Oh yes. I can’t wait to watch this. Two men insisting they’re not gay…even Angel is holding his breath.
“Where should we sit?” Kit asks.
“Maybe on the couch.”
They move together, sitting down on the sofa, their knees touching, hands on their laps.
“Ready?” Kit asks.
“Ready.”
They start to move before Kit stops, nervous and unsure. “Like, what do you want to see exactly?”
“Anything you want. A nice chest massage, a blow job.”
Jax chokes and coughs, and Kit blushes. “No. Not that. But we can touch a bit, yeah?”
“Yeah. That’s cool. Not a big deal.”
“I’ll go first?” Kit suggests.
“Yeah. Cool.”
I think this will be a bigger deal once they get their hands on one another, but I don’t say that. I just watch as Kit touches Jax’s chest, and Jax inhales sharply.
“He has a nice chest, right?” I ask, and Kit’s nostrils flare, his fingers curling and dragging down Jax’s chest, over his pecs, to his stomach.
“Yeah,” he finally breathes and then bites his lip. His fingers drag across his hips and to his thighs, stopping right at his knees.
Jax lets out a long breath when Kit’s hands finally pull away, and I shift in my seat.
“Oh,” Angel breathes. “Oh my.”
That was an inferno. I knew it would be. The chemistry between the two of them, how they both insist it’s nothing.
“Your turn,” Kit says, and Jax nods, his fingers delving into Kit’s hair, causing his eyelids to flutter at the sensation. His thumbs track down his freckled cheeks to his neck, pressing against the gorgeous, thudding vein.
And then he drags his hands across Kit’s shoulders, down his chest, and to his waist. His fingers flex against him, pulling him a little closer, maneuvering him right where he wants him, and then one of his hands drags up the inside of his thigh. Closer and closer. So fucking close to his dick.
Yes. Touch it. Touch it.
But before he does, my moan has him jerking away, reality settling in between them.
“Shit,” Jax murmurs before turning to stare at Kit. They look at one another for a long time, unsure what that was, and yet wanting to do it again.
Finally, they turn toward the two of us, and I can see their blown-out pupils. Oh, they’re trying to pretend it meant nothing, but I think this changed everything.
“Did that—um, did that help?” Kit finally asks, and I nod, giving a round of applause.
“Very much so. Thank you. I was thoroughly distracted. Next time, I’d like to watch you kiss.”
Jax chokes slightly, and Kit rubs the back of his neck shyly.
“Uh, no. We aren’t doing that…you know, unless it’s really dire and you really need us to.”
“Oh, I think I may. I’m heartbroken.”
Jax side-eyes Kit, who is breathing heavily.
“Yeah, all right. We’ll see.”
“Will we?” Jax asks, and Kit meets his gaze.
“Yeah. We’ll have to see.”
A moment later, Anthony reappears in the office. “Is it done? Is he still crying?”
Angel peers over the small sofa at his dad. “No, he’s feeling better now.”
“Good. Now I have something I need to deal with at one of the facilities.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“Another dead body was dropped off. Same as before, it seems. This shit hasn’t stopped.”
I gasp. “Oh. Oh, please let me go with you. I promise to be good. I need the distraction.”
He eyes Angel and then nods. “Fine. But no crying. I can’t take it.”
I nod and swipe at my eyes once more before straightening my shoulders.
“I’ll be the best boy.”
“Good. Let’s go. And Bane. Put some pants on.”
I salute him and move as quickly as I can to grab a pair from Angel’s suitcase.
When I return, Anthony is already in the car, waiting to be taken to the warehouse. I slip in next to him, and he pats my leg.
“Good boy.”
When we arrive at the warehouse where the shipments of cocaine are processed, the Andromeda twins are already there, dressed in all black, looking as goth as ever. Their hair is a little different from when I last saw them, but it looks nice.
They have very nice skulls. I’d display them side by side if I ever got hold of them.
“Love the hair,” I say as I approach.
They both turn to look at me, their gray eyes moving across my body at the same time.
“Hello, Bane Doe. How are you?”
“Good. Love the shirts.”
“Thank you,” Ezra says. “Laz got them for us.”
“Laz?” I ask, and then gasp. “Oh, is this the man you found alive? Oh, how exciting. When can I meet him?”
They nod in sync and stand up. “He’s not ready to meet people yet. But would you like to see a picture? He’s very pretty,” Ezra says.
“The prettiest,” Cain adds.
Ezra holds up his phone, and I glance down at the screen. It’s a picture of a young man asleep, his pink lips parted, arms sprawled out beside him. He looks like a porcelain doll. Very nice bone structure.
“Oh, you’re right. He’s very pretty. Very nice eyelashes.”
“He is perfection.”
“And an anomaly.”
“He shouldn’t have lived.”
“He’s like a zombie.”
“I love a good zombie romance,” I say, and they both nod their heads.
“He’s as pretty as a zombie,” Cain says as Anthony clears his throat.
“Andromeda. Can we get this body removed?” he asks, and the twins stare at him until he sighs.
“Shit, not another fucking demand.” He runs a hand over his face.
I giggle and then move toward the body, looking down at the older man who is lying crumpled on the ground.
“I don’t know if he has anything I want to keep,” I say.
I peel his lips back and sigh when I see nothing interesting. Not even a gold tooth.
“Agreed. He will be easy to dispose of,” Ezra replies. “Those are my favorite.”
“I do like a surprise though. One time, I found a pierced tongue.”
Cain and Ezra nod and then look at me for so long that I meet their stares with one of my own.
“What?”
“Viktor and Luca are indisposed. We have a contract with them.”
“Yes, I heard about this contract.” I lean forward. “Brilliant, by the way. Love how your minds work.”
Their eyes move toward Anthony, and he grumbles. “Fuck no. I’m not doing shit.”
I wave my hand in the air. “Oh, but I can. What do you want? Undies? Some pubic hair? Blood?”
They contemplate it for a moment. “Semen.”
I gasp and bob my head. “Of course. I can do that. You have something I can get it into? I can make quite the mess.”
Ezra hands me a small vial, and I roll it in my palm. “This is going to be quite the sample. Might overflow.”
“We look forward to having it,” they say in unison.
“Would you like a video of me collecting it?”
They glance at one another and then back at me. “Yes.”
I give them a small salute and walk toward Anthony, who is glowering at them. “They’re fucking disgusting,” he murmurs. “I’m going to have them disposed of.”