Chapter 18.
Reuben
Christian’s avoided me ever since that night.
I wish I could say it doesn’t fuck with me but it does. It fucking does.
That night, it was as though I hadn’t just spent two days fucking Cameron senselessly.
God knows how much I wanted to kiss him. Override those hyper senses with pure sensations. But the moment I told him I could see emotions, he shut me out.
“Fucking—” I rub my hand over my face. I should just hold him down and fuck him.
“Mmgh—” A muffled voice breaks through my thoughts, and I fire two shots with an indifferent wave of my hand before looking up from my seat.
The two people on their knees before me tremble slightly. Their energies are a combination of fear and repulsion I’m used to, but today it’s just so… boring.
I sigh, “I’m not having a good day, guys.
” I lean forward, ignoring the way they both shrink into themselves further.
These two are my responsibility for the morning before I head out to rendezvous with the team—a woman with blonde hair wearing a navy-blue suit and a man with brown eyes in jeans and a blue tee.
Siblings. Kneeling before me with their hands tied at their backs and tape across their mouths.
I use the barrel of the gun to raise the woman’s chin, and her face is only inches away as I hold her gaze. But then she’s turning away again, afraid to keep eye contact with me.
Boring, boring, boring.
“What about you, Josey, do you have bad days?” I tap the gun on her chin and each tap makes her flinch. She doesn’t speak again, she whimpers, and I have to hand it to her for not crying at least.
She’s worked for me for a long time.
She knows crying won’t work.
“I suppose you don’t,” I mutter absentmindedly.
Oh, what I wouldn’t kill to see Christian cry again. His tears and his energy were so pretty.
If I tied you up and made a mess of you, would you cry for me?
Fuck. Why won’t you let me see your emotions anymore, estrellito? He won’t open the door for me when I knock, and even when he does come out, he won’t look me in the eye.
My mood is sinking like a fucking stone and it takes every bit of my will to pull myself back into the present.
“Right.” I point the barrel of the gun at her brother’s head and the man shuts his eyes tight right when Josey crawls forward with muffled protests, pleading for him.
“Josey, this hurts me too,” I deadpan, “but I wouldn’t have to do this if he’d just minded his own business.”
She’s trying to say something, again pleading with her eyes and I sigh before ripping the tape off her lips. I’d tagged along with Baal on this one in the hopes that I could take the edge off and play a little. So I have time to waste before I see the team later.
“He'll mind his business from now on,” she assures me, nodding. “He will. He won’t do anything like this again.”
I roll my eyes, “You’re smarter than this, Josephina. This is Marcus all over again.” The name of her ex-husband isn't one I’d forget just yet.
Everyone has a price. Marcus’ life was Josephina’s price. It was the reason why I liked her so much.
She rid herself of her handsy trash husband.
And we gained a key player.
“You deserve better,” I remind her. “He's your brother and he stole from you. He stole from us.”
“He's nothing like Marcus—”
No, Marcus was an abusive asshole.
“He's just confused,” her eyes are pleading. “I can get him on our side. I know I can.”
I hum. I'd been too consumed by Christian to listen to the details when Baal explained it. But I believe Baal had entrusted something to Josey. Some… ‘sensitive’ information. Ryan here found it by accident and instead of minding his business he copied it all behind Josey’s back and took it to the feds.
It's pure luck that he’d handed it over to one of our people.
“I don't know, Josey, this is very disappointing. You can understand, right?”
“I'll do anything.” Josey's energy is fearful but it's honest and her eyes are clear. “You know I will. I always have.”
And for the first time I'm realizing she has blue eyes.
Just like Christian's.
My dick twitches.
“If you suck me off right now, I’ll agree to let him go.”
Josey’s eyes widen and her energy flutters with new trepidation, a dark colour sweeping into the hope from moments ago.
Ryan muffles something beneath his tape but I ignore him.
“If you can improve my mood, I'll convince Baal for you.”
“But—” her face is growing paler by the second, “But—”
“You’re the one who left your things lying around, Josey,” I sing to her softly, “Your carelessness is what put us all in this room together. Now it’s really hard to find a journalist like you, I know that.
You’ve been a good girl for us for a long time.
But if you don’t give me a good reason, you’re going to have one less brother. You have two right?”
Joey nods her head, shutting her eyes tightly as though she’s hoping this is all one big bad dream.
“Kriston?” I call the name of her other brother. “I heard he’s doing very well. His coaches tell me he has the potential to enter the pro league.”
“Please—”
I fire another shot and she flinches with a low wail.
“I dislike begging Josey.” Immensely dislike. I turn the safety on. Off. On. Off. Each click makes her flinch visibly, before I finally point the barrel at her brother’s forehead.
“Okay!” She shuffles forward to stop me, “Okay! Okay. Ple—I’ll do it! I’ll do it.”
Super proud of you Josey. You learn quickly.
Her energy has taken on these dark tones that pull at my balls and when I pull down the zip of my pants to expose my cock to the air, it's a different heat through my body.
Her lips on the length of me are just what I needed to take the edge off.
She's experienced at least. Her tongue licks the underside of my cock while my tip rubs on the roof of her mouth. And when she takes me to the back of her throat a shiver zips through my body.
“Fuck, did Marcus teach you?”
Tears prick the corners of her eyes but the blue in her irises clashes with the image of Christian’s and it just makes me harder.
Until Ryan is inching forward with annoying protests.
When I look up, there’s new mortification mixed in with his hatred that makes my cock twitch. I reach over to rip his tape off and a new excitement is sinking into me when he levels me with a scowl and a scathing glare.
“She had nothing to do with this. I’m the one who—”
“Should suck my dick?”
Ryan pales so viscerally it’s almost amusing. His mouth opens and closes like a pale fish and a grin is spreading over my face, “You know, I think you’re right.”
“What—I—”
I shoot him in the arm.
He screams and Josey tries to pull her lips off my cock but I hold her head, pushing her down so my dick is touching the back of her throat. “He’s fine, Josey it’s just a nick. I can tell you’re the oldest.”
She squirms from the lack of oxygen but I ignore her for now, “Your sister’s doing such a good job trying to put me in a better mood to spare your life.” I rock back and forth inside her mouth, “But now that I think about it, I think you’re the one who needs to convince me, Ryan.”
Ryan is wailing on the floor like a child, and I have to refrain from rolling my eyes. I shoot the floor next to him and it finally shuts him up.
“Keep quiet, Ryan and focus. Focus. If you don’t take your sister’s place, it’s going to hurt a whole lot more.”
His teeth are clenched together painfully… but he shuffles forward anyway.
I pull Josey’s lips off me with a pop that makes me bite my lips while Ryan approaches me gingerly. His blood drips onto the floor and his complexion is waning, but still it doesn't take away from the scowl on his face.
I like them with their priorities in order like that.
I can tell he's never done this before so I tug him by the back of his hair with a dark smile, “Mouth open.”
I shove my cock into his mouth violently and he gags immediately. The chair beneath me rocks as I use his mouth to get off and his energy responds to my violence with a plethora of emotion. Disgust. Repulsion. Pain. Hatred.
But within moments, I can see it there, forming, even when he doesn't want it to.
Arousal.
Fuck, maybe this is what Christian needs. Even if he hates it in the beginning, I think I can change his mind.
As long as I take his body first…
Tears spring to Ryan’s eyes from the violence and my balls tighten. My orgasm rushes to the surface and I come deep in his mouth for a single heartbeat, before pulling him off my dick to shoot my cum onto his face.
He recoils again but he can’t escape and his eyes are seething with hatred for me that tugs the last bit of my load from deep inside my balls.
Fuck, I feel so much better. I'm glad I came along today.
I press my gun to Ryan’s forehead and his fear spikes. His eyes widen right just as I pull the trigger.
The sound of the last bullet pierces the room and Josey screams as he slumps back and hits the floor, my cum mixed with his blood pooling onto the cold tiles.
I think this might've convinced me to confront Christian today.
I won't let him run from me any longer.
Josey is wailing with heartbreaking sounds as she slumps onto the tiled floor, and I let her have her moment as I tuck myself back into my pants.
“Let’s not have this ruin our relationship okay, Josey?”
Another wail.
“On the bright side, it could’ve been your new fiancé bleeding out on the floor right now because of your carelessness... I’d feel bad to do that to you.”
She can't hear me through her grief so I'm forced to grab her by the hair and pull her up so she can meet my eyes.
My expression is cold, “No more mistakes.”
She nods with tears flowing down her cheeks and I tug her head up and down to snap her out of it, at least temporarily.
“Repeat after me, Josey,” my voice is a low warning. “‘No more mistakes.’”
“No more mistakes,” she cries.