Chapter 15
MALCOLM
The sun struggles through the fall clouds as I open my eyes.
I’m unsurprised that Kairo is awake. I think he’s far too stressed to truly sleep peacefully.
I’ve lived through enough horrors to know that sleep is one of the few things that are necessary to survive whatever the next day throws at you.
I’ve trained myself to sleep, regardless of the threat around me.
Kairo hasn’t learned that lesson, and I’m grateful. No one should.
He’s staring at our linked hands again. Maybe still.
His body is completely relaxed under me, which I find a very large victory considering how stressed he is over Lucy.
I squeeze his hand, and he turns his head.
We’re still too close to see each other, so he can’t meet my eyes.
Since he’s on his stomach beneath me, we’re now nose to nose.
“Did you sleep?” I ask.
Kairo sighs. “Yeah. I only woke up a few minutes ago.”
“Good. I’ll let you go back to work. After a shower and breakfast.”
He sighs again, this time in frustration.
“Is that how you answer me?”
His lips twitch. “Yes, Daddy,” he says, voice quiet. While I know he tries to lace it with irritation, all I hear is breathlessness and the increase of his heartbeat beneath me.
“Good boy.”
I don’t miss the quiet gasp in response.
“How about another orgasm to wake up?” I whisper. “Want to come on my dick again, baby girl?”
A shiver rushes over his body, and his hand grips mine tightly. I feel his ass cheeks clench, but my dick fell out at some point while we slept.
“I don’t want you to get up,” he grumps. “So… no.”
“Why would I need to get up?”
He shifts a little so we can look at each other a little more clearly. “Are you going to get inside me without a condom?”
I kiss his lips lightly. “What do you want, baby girl? Sounds to me like you want to come on my cock, but you don’t want me to move to prep. So tell me what you want.”
His breathing picks up, and I already know the answer. Kairo swallows. “Get inside me,” he whispers. “Please. Daddy.”
I groan. That single word is enough to undo me. It’s not a good position to kiss him in, but I press my mouth to his as I wriggle on top of him to get my cock between his cheeks. Hmm. There’s a loose condom swimming around in the bed somewhere, having spilled my seed all over the sheets.
I’m careful as I gently push into his body. He’s still lubed, but it’s dried over the past several hours. As my cock slips inside him, there’s far more resistance than usual.
“You sure you don’t want some lube?” I ask against his mouth.
His hips are already arched upward, urging me inside. Giving me a better angle. Desperate for my cock.
“I don’t want you to get off me,” he answers.
I’m careful. Slow. So fucking slow that it makes Kairo impatient.
“Just… just like last night,” he says when I’m finally deep. “Please, Daddy.”
I settle with my throbbing cock inside him and hold him tightly. He’s not still this morning, though. With what little room he has beneath me, he fucks himself on my cock until he comes. It doesn’t take long.
“Fill me, Daddy,” he whispers in the middle of his orgasm.
Chills cover my body as I struggle not to. It’s not safe. It’s not—
I grip him tightly and shove my dick in deep as I give in to what he wants. I think he can ask for my fucking kidney, and if he calls me Daddy, I’m going to let him carve it out of my body. “Like that, baby?” I grunt as I’m coming. “That what you want?”
Kairo whimpers. The hand not still clutching my hand grips my head as I drive short, shallow thrusts while I empty my load into his body.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Make me yours.”
That’s as much a declaration as anything else. In those three words, I know exactly what he wants. I know how vulnerable he’s just made himself to me. I grip him tightly and let his ass milk me dry.
We lie like this for a long time. At this point, Kairo is lying in the result of at least two orgasms. Did I give him three last night? Then there’s the errant condom that spilled my orgasm from last night.
“Feels good,” Kairo whispers.
I hum in agreement. “It does, doesn’t it?”
He nods a little, while his hand in mine never loosens.
“I’m not going anywhere, Kairo,” I say, more forward than I make a habit of being. “Never. Not unless you tell me to.”
Kairo doesn’t answer, but I hear the hitch in his breathing.
We don’t talk. We lie like this until my cock slips out of his hole.
Then we grudgingly climb out of bed to shower.
I wash him, helping him get all my seed from his ass.
His cheeks remain lobster red while I clean his hole, and he refuses to look at my eyes.
When we get out of the shower and are dressing, my phone rings. Reaching for it, I see Voss’ name, and my gut twists. I answer as I pull up my pants, securing the phone between my ear and shoulder.
“Hey, Voss.”
“I’m sending you coordinates. It’ll take you forty minutes to get there from Uncle Kairo’s office. You need to get there now. Red room. I don’t see Lucy in any of the feeds, but I do see… Hurry.”
He sees a kid. That’s what he was going to say. “Send me the coordinates. Thank you.”
“I’ll be intercepting their security feeds in thirty-five minutes. Text me when you’re finished inside so I can turn them back on.” Voss ends the call without waiting for my answer.
My phone is already pinging with a text message as I turn to face Kairo. The expression on his face makes me flinch. There’s no mistaking that look. Betrayal.
“When did you call my nephew for help after I told you not to?” he asks, his voice tight. I can hear the steel knitting itself together with every word he speaks.
Licking my lips, I approach him. Kairo doesn’t move, but I see the hard resolve overtake the softness I’ve worked so hard to find in him.
He doesn’t let me touch him. When I raise my hand, he shoves it away, eyes flashing in betrayal that he hides with resentment.
“I don’t know what the fallout is with your family, but it’s very irresponsible of you to put Lucy’s life on the line for your own stubbornness,” I say carefully. Anger flares in his face, and I know he’s shut down everything we’ve unlocked over the past three months.
“I told you—”
“I know. I’m sorry for not respecting your wishes, but this isn’t about you, Kairo. It’s about a scared little girl who’s about to become the victim of a red room operation.”
His nostrils flare, and I think, for just a second, his anger moves from me entirely.
He turns on his heel, and I follow him out.
We don’t eat breakfast. We get our shoes on and leave his apartment, walking to his office.
On the way, I text him the coordinates, and he makes arrangements via phone calls as we approach.
There’s very little detailed discussion in person.
Everyone loads into vehicles, and before I think there’s actually a plan in place, we’re weaving through the busy streets of Chicago.
The first twenty minutes are filled with more phone calls as they decide on a plan, but then we’re plunged into silence.
When I reach for his hand, he jerks it away and grips the steering wheel. “Are you really that angry with me?”
Kairo doesn’t answer.
“You would rather I didn’t ask Voss for help and still be looking for Lucy than have an answer and a chance to save her?
Is that truly what you want? Because of whatever beef you have with your brothers and nephews, you were willing to let Lucy be tortured and die horribly just so you didn’t have to ask for help? ”
He still doesn’t answer me. I can feel his anger. It wafts off him like sound waves, thumping vibrations into the air. At least I know not all his anger is directed toward me. It’s also for Lucy. His fear for her manifests in fury.
Kairo doesn’t answer me as we finish the drive. There are more than a dozen of us as we surround a decrepit warehouse with most of the windows and doors boarded up. There aren’t any vehicles outside. There are cameras. Just as Voss said there would be.
“They’re off,” I relay as I see Kairo look up at one of them.
He doesn’t acknowledge me. Sighing in frustration, I climb out of the truck with the knife in my hand.
It’s a twin to the one Kairo holds—a round black handle with rings of coarse metal that serves as a grip.
Paracord links out of the butt of the weapon.
A guard protects our hand from a short, sharp blade that curves into a point.
The top of the point is double-edged, but beyond that is ribbed with teeth. It looks lethal. Beautiful.
Having discussed everything that needed to be discussed, no one speaks as we simultaneously file into the building through the few unboarded doors. The building is silent as we begin methodically going through the open doors.
Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take us long to eliminate the upper floors. Not only are the stairs unsafe, but one of Kairo’s crew informs us that there are screams from the basement. Makes sense. Basements don’t have windows. Sound is swallowed by the earth surrounding it.
We have all the stairwells located, and together, we flood the basement.
Kairo doesn’t go for any of the kills. He searches out the prisoners, hunting down Lucy.
I leave him and shove my way into a room with a woman being tortured in front of a camera.
I don’t look too closely at what he’s doing to her.
Quite frankly, I’ve seen enough horrors in the hunting woods at this point that I’m not sure anything the man is doing to her would stick with me.
However, I don’t particularly want to try that hypothesis.
The man spins around and backs away. He doesn’t get far before I’m shoving my knife into his throat. The woman screams, but it’s weak. I make sure the man is dead before turning to face her, tied to the bed. She’s naked, her body carved with nasty cuts covering every inch of her.
I look away before leaning down to try to soothe her. “The police will be here soon, and you’ll be released. It’s over.”
“Don’t leave me,” she cries, and I find a sheet to cover her body with. I don’t think she’ll die before the police arrive, but I also want to preserve as much of her modesty as I can, given what she’s gone through.
I don’t answer her, even as she begs while I walk out of the room. My stomach churns.
The crew is filing out of the rooms, and I stop at a door when I find Kairo.
He’s kneeling on the floor with his hands through the bars of a cage, cupping a little girl’s head as she sobs.
Their foreheads are pressed together through the bars, and it brings tears to my eyes.
Thank fuck he found Lucy before she was tortured to death.