8. Mathew
Mathew
Apparently, the asshat who hired me yesterday decided that he didn’t want to wait for me to find out if his —just as much of an asshat— cousin was still alive and got himself killed.
This was after I’d explicitly told him not to go to the location the kidnappers gave him and that I’d have some of my people take a look at it today.
He was too impatient to wait and stormed in, on his own, getting himself killed.
On the bright side, his cousin was still alive and the people who held him were so surprised by some guy storming into their ‘lair’ that they simply fled, leaving everything behind. Which will make tracking them down so much easier in the future.
I sigh.
Usually, I’m not hired by these types of people. They tend to end up hiring those whose starting rate isn’t in the six figures, but more in the four or five figures.
That’s what I get for doing one of my long-standing clients a favour, I get dragged into this kind of shit.
The long-standing client apologised profusely and promised me that he had no clue that the asshat would do this. That it was as much a surprise to him as it was to me.
I guess we all make mistakes. At least none of my team got hurt or even had to do much this time. Apart from checking out the ‘lair’ for any evidence that had been left behind that could be of use to us, before pointing law enforcement in the direction of the shipping container.
Yes, they called a fucking shipping container their ‘lair’, according to the texts we were able to retrieve. They were a bunch of amateurs. Anyone could have figured this shit out, we really weren’t needed.
I told the team to come home as soon as everything there was taken care of and then stared at the pool of dried blood on the carpet for a while.
Hubert Russell might be dead, but he was the leader of a sizable pack, he wasn’t just a one-man operation. Things aren’t going to be over just because he’s no longer here. His pack are going to want answers and now probably want Caleb and Vera dead instead of just captured.
They’ll probably want me dead too, but that’s less of a worry than Caleb and Vera’s safety. People much better connected than them have been trying to take me out and they’ve clearly not succeeded yet, and won’t succeed any time soon.
I pull a notepad towards me, smiling as I look at what I wrote on it while waiting for Caleb to take the bait.
He’s mine.
He’ll be mine soon.
And so will she.
My handwriting’s little more than excited scribbles, as my head had been swimming from their pheromones, making it very hard to concentrate and keep up my act of indifference.
I rip the page off, crumple it into a ball and throw it into the trash. Let’s not leave that out in the open. Nobody else needs to see the that.
Knocking on the door pulls me from my daze and I growl, really not wanting to have to deal with any more problems today.
My mates are in my bedroom, they’re basically naked and smell way too good. I want to be with them and not deal with work.
“Yes?” I sit up straight, pulling my bathrobe closed and trying to look at least somewhat presentable in it.
Derrick slowly opens the door and steps inside, glancing around the room before he looks at me. “The body and the car are taken care of and Tim has managed to get an appointment with someone to discuss putting wood flooring in this room.”
“Thank you.” I lean back, relaxing.
Derrick has been with me for a long time, not from when I took over this business, but still very early on.
I trust him with my life, which is why he was the leader of the team that kidnapped Caleb and Vera. I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else to do it, and he came through for me.
His whole pack works for me. Most of them have met through ‘the job’, which is how he met Timothy —or Tim, as Derrick calls him— and they started the pack.
Their pack has grown significantly in the last couple of years, and his happiness over his mates and their kids has made me crave a family of my own. Even when I know that that’s likely never going to happen, not with my body this messed up.
Which is why I spoil their kids rotten.
They love their ‘Uncle Mathew’ and get anything they could ever wish for. I’m lucky that their Omega doesn’t mind at all, as long as we don’t bring our ‘business’ around the kids, as long as they don’t have to see what we do here, I’m free to spoil them as much as I want.
Though, Timothy did ban me from funding research into how to clone dinosaurs when their eldest hit their dinosaur phase and really wanted to be able to hug a T-Rex. He did draw a line then, but it’s rare.
“Anything else that you need me to do?” Derrick waits patiently in the middle of the room, somehow always being perfectly professional until he’s sure that he’s off the clock.
“Could you try to make sure that nobody disturbs me for the rest of the day? And other than that, make sure that security stays alert. I have no idea how impulsive Hubert Russell’s pack is. They might try to get revenge for his death.”
“Will do.” He nods but doesn’t leave the room, still waiting for me.
“What?” I glare at him, wanting to be done so I can go back to my room.
“Do you need extra security for your room? Not to keep people out, but to keep them in?” The fucker tries not to smile as he says it, but he’s failing. He’s been way too amused with my situation ever since I took the job and realised who Caleb and Vera were to me.
“No. I don’t think they’ll be running any time soon, and if they do, we’ll track them down. I’m more worried about retaliations from Russell’s pack.”
“Okay. I’ll have someone monitor the pack’s movements and actions. And I’ll make sure to keep security tight until we’ve got a handle on them.”
“Thanks.” I turn off my computer and pile all the papers on my desk together. “If there’s nothing else for today, give my love to the family and kids. I’ll come over soon to make up for keeping you from them last night and returning you to them in less-than-pristine condition.”
“Will do.” Derrick walks to the door, opens it, but then turns to me, giving me a shit-eating grin. “And do make sure to get some sleep tonight. I’m not sure ‘I got railed until five in the morning’ is a good enough excuse to bite anyone’s head off tomorrow.”
He quickly closes the door behind him and the notepad slams against it with a dull ‘thud’.
That fucker…
That insolent fucker…
I also totally forgot to ask him to ask Timothy to make an appointment with my tailor to get Caleb and Vera some new clothes.
As I cross my office, avoiding the pool of dried blood, I take out my phone and send a message off to Timothy. Then I push the notepad to the side with my foot and leave my office.
Taking care of business didn’t take as long as I feared it would, it’s still before dinner. So, I ask the kitchen to bring three meals up to my room around seven and then finally return to the room myself.
I’m really excited and nervous to see Caleb and Vera again. My heart is beating fast and my cock’s already hard just remembering their scents, let alone imagining all the things we could get up to.
As I walk up the stairs, I notice that I’ve gotten slick just thinking of Caleb’s cock up my ass or Vera’s lips around my dick, and I know I’m in way too deep.
I’m their captor. I own them. These things I’m feeling right now are really not a good idea…
Opening my bedroom door, I’m flooded with Caleb and Vera’s pheromones, making my body even more alert as I step inside.
Caleb is sitting in one of the chairs in front of the window, his bathrobe open, only held up by his arms, exposing the rest of him. Vera is sitting in his lap, facing him, her bathrobe in a puddle behind her on the floor and she’s got her arms around his neck.
As I close the door behind me, Vera lets out a squeak and looks at me. “Mr Page!” Her voice is breathy and her eyes are wide, her pheromones spiking in surprise.
“Mr Page?” I chuckle as I saunter over, sitting down on the opposite chair, getting a great view of the scene. “Who told you to call me that?”
Her cheeks flush darker and she glances down. “Back then… When… When… I just thought that…” She’s so adorable, her uncertainty, how she’s trying to find the right answer. But I’m not in a mood to tease her like that, not now.
“That’s only for fuckers who need to be put in their place. To you, I’m Mathew, unless you have a better name?” I smile as she slowly shakes her head, then she lets out a soft hiss and Caleb chuckles deeply.
“What were you two up to?” I look at them and Vera lets out another hiss as Caleb keeps her in place on his lap with his arm.
“Cleaning some of her cuts.” Caleb grins, putting a gauze on the table and taking a closer look at her ribs. “They’re not too deep, but I wanted to make sure to keep them clean.”
Though, their pheromones tell a different story. They’re both very turned on, even if they’re ignoring it.
“It still hurts.” Vera pouts and Caleb leans down, kissing her side, making her squirm with laughter.
“I know. I know. We’re nearly done.”
They look so comfortable doing this, taking care of each other, teasing and playing while they’re doing more serious things.
“Okay, turn around.” Caleb helps her off his lap and then sits her back down so her back is now to him and I get a good view of her curvy body, of how her boobs bounce with each movement.
Vera meets my eyes, smirking, as she opens her legs wider, showing off how wet Caleb’s massive cock is from her slick as she slowly rolls her hips over him, coating him even more. Each time she reaches his tip, she stays on him a little longer, nearly sliding him inside her, before moving away.
“Vera…” Caleb warns as he takes another piece of gauze and disinfectant to clean the cut along the back of her ribs.
I smirk back at her and let my bathrobe fall open, wrapping my hand around my dick and pumping a few times.
Vera moans, her mouth slightly open and her hips moving faster over the length of Caleb’s cock. “Please… I’ve been waiting for hours. Please?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Fine. ” Caleb puts the supplies aside, slides slightly lower into the chair and then lifts Vera up.
He meets my gaze, his eyes filled with lust and desire, showing that his annoyance at her insistence is all part of an act, that giving into her pleas is turning him on even more.
I give a slight nod, dragged into their game, curious about what’s going to happen next, what they’ll show me next.
Caleb spears Vera onto his cock in one fluid movement, sliding all the way inside her, keeping her in place as she grips his arms tightly and they both moan loudly.
Oh. Fuck. Fucking hell.
She just…
She just took him inside, no prep, no problem…
Vera lets out gasping moans and meets my eyes, pleasure and pure bliss in them as she smirks. She got exactly what she wanted from Caleb.
Then, as if nothing happened, Caleb takes up the supplies again and starts cleaning the cut on her back, making her squirm on his cock.
She looks a lot less satisfied now and lets out a low whine as she slides up and down his cock, but he simply keeps going.
These two…
Only years of self-restraint prevent me from coming right this fucking second.