26. CHAPTER 26
26
IVAN
Jules and I manage to park a few blocks away from Tyler’s work, but close to his apartment, and we make our way to his work building.
“What's the plan?” Jules asks, and I notice all the stares from people on the street. We look like cartel members, as we are both big, tatted and dressed all in black. Recon is hardly a suitable role for us as we do not blend in, we attract attention.
“Dima said not to touch him because it's too public. He wants a visual on the guy so we can track him down. The picture Tyler sent isn't clear enough, the guy’s face is covered with his hoodie.”
As we get closer to the Lexington Architecture building, we spot a coffee shop across the street and decide to stake out there. As soon as we get inside and take a seat next to the window, I spot the guy straight away.
“That's him. The tall guy in skinny jeans and the hoodie next to the entrance,” I say to Jules, and he nods when he spots the guy.
“How the hell are we supposed to see his face without approaching him?” Jules asks, and it's a good question. Then I have an idea. A group of teens are outside, being loud, looking like the typical bored trouble makers.
“I got an idea, come with me.”
Before we even have a chance to grab a coffee, we go outside and I approach the boys.
“Hey…you boys wanna make a hundred bucks?”
The four of them look at each other, before the redhead boy who must be the head of the group answers.
“To do what? I ain't sucking your dick, you creep,” the boy says, and I roll my eyes.
“Funny. You see that guy over there? Outside the Lexington building in the black hoodie.” I point the guy out and the boys nod. I grab the cash from my wallet and wave it in front of their face.
“All I want you to do is run over and pull his hood back so I can get a look at his face. That's all. You can then run off down the street a hundred bucks better off. Deal?”
“It's your money, man. Shit’s too easy. Come on, guys,” the redhead says, and we walk over the street, keeping a distance from the guy we’re watching so he doesn't spot us, camera ready in my hands.
The boys start shouting, causing a scene as they run past him, jump up and yank the hood back. The guy tries to fight them off, but they have caught him by surprise so he can't stop them from pulling the hood back before running off. Blond hair is the first thing I see, then his profile, and I freeze, taking a picture. He then quickly turns, looking around, and that’s when I know who this fucker is. I knew this guy was off. Kane. The new crew member. Why the fuck is he following Tyler? I manage to get another quick picture before Kane hurries off in the other direction.
“Was that who I think it was?” Jules says.
“Yep, that new crew member we met with. I told you I didn't like him.”
“Shit. We need to tell Dima and Lev.”
“You call them and I’ll meet you back at the house, I need to go and check on Tyler.”
“Okay. Don’t take too long,” he says before walking off down the street, phone to his ear.
That motherfucker.
I go inside Tyler’s building and head up to his office. I walk down his corridor like I own the place until I reach his open door. I don’t announce myself. I just walk in and close the door, causing Tyler to look up from his desk.
“Ivan…what's going on?” he says as he stands and moves around the desk, meeting me in the middle of the room.
“We got it sorted. I know who he is and he’ll be dealt with.”
“Who is he?”
“Do you really wanna know?”
Tyler takes a moment to think over the question, before responding.
“Are you going to hurt him?”
Innocent boy. I tilt my head to the side, conveying that he already knows the answer to that question and that he’s stupid for asking.
“Dumb question,” he mutters.
“Yeah. But you’re human,” I say as I grab the back of his head, messing up his perfectly manicured hair.
“Does that mean you’re not human?”
“It means I don't care about the same things you do. And that's fine. I told you before. Live your life and I’ll deal with the rest.”
Tyler surprises the shit out of me and puts his arms around my neck, snuggling his face into my shoulder. For a brief moment, I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never in my life been held like this. I think I like it.
“You can wrap your arms around me too,” he says gently in my ear, and I move my arms around his torso and pull him closer. A soft sigh leaves his body as he hands himself over to me. I’ve finally achieved it. I own his soul.
“What time does your brother get in tonight?” I ask, letting my hands glide down to his ass. I can’t resist a touch.
“Their flight is scheduled to land around seven thirty.”
“Bring them over to the bar as soon as they’re settled into the hotel. Text me when you’re leaving.”
“Okay. Are you going back to the house now?”
“After I’ve made you cum,” I say as I walk Tyler backwards, over to his desk.
“No. We can’t, not here. What if somebody comes in?”
“So? You need to remember who you're with, sweetheart. I can do what the fuck I want, which means you can too.”
“Ivan…”
“Lower your pants and bend over the desk, Ty. Now.”
Tyler visibly trembles at my order, which in turn sends goosebumps over my skin. He’s becoming more compliant, questioning me less each time. He takes off his suit jacket and undoes his pants, removing them with his boxers down to his knees. As he turns and bends, his smooth perfect bubble butt flirts with me to touch it.
“I’m sore,” Ty says.
“I’m not fucking you, sweetheart. Just giving myself a dick massage with your ass,” I say as I lower my own pants until my hard as steel cock springs out. I stand behind Tyler, who looks like a contradiction. His perfect suit in his perfect office, bent over his desk with his ass up in the air like a whore. A perfect vision.
I let a long stream of spit drop out of my mouth to cover my dick, and slide it in between his cheeks, before pressing his cheeks together to create the snuggest mould as I slide my wet dick up and down in his ass crack. Ty groans at the feel, wiggling his ass as I slide up and down, repeatedly letting spit fall from my mouth to help glide my cock with ease. I spit in my hand and reach around to grab his leaky dick and stroke with strong, confident motions.
“Oh fuck, I’m close already,” he pants, which only gets me closer to the end. Everyday life is one long foreplay with this man.
“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. I’m close already too,” I moan as I pick up the pace, sliding myself up and down, occasionally losing my stride, the tip of my dick pressing against his hole.
“Fuck, you feel good, Ty. Such a slut in your nice suit, bent over for me. You gonna cum for me?”
“Ahhh yes…I’m…I’m, oh shit,” he cries out as my hand gets drenched in his juices.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl as my cum explodes like a fountain, covering the back of his shirt. My legs shake as I come down from the high that Ty always provides me with.
I slump over the back of him, nearly smothering him with my weight, but he makes no move to push me away.
“You’ll have to keep your jacket on. My cum is all over your shirt.”
“Good. That means I can smell you on me for the rest of the afternoon.”
I stand and adjust my clothing.
“I knew you would be a little freak between the sheets, Ty.”
I watch his ass for a moment, suddenly craving a different kind of taste. I remove my pocket knife from my jacket and place the blade over his right butt cheek.
“What are you doing?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know.
“I just need a taste, sweetheart,” I say before I pierce his meaty cheek with a small cut. I lick my lips when the blood slowly drips down the curve of his ass. It’s not a lot of blood, but enough for me to taste. I lean over and lick the trail of red before gently suckling on the wound. He flinches as soon as my lips latch on, but he can’t withhold the groan.
“Mmm…Ivan, I shouldn’t like this,” he says, breathless with need.
I pull away when he is all clean and stand behind him, fixing my clothes before retrieving a clean tissue from the box on his desk, and cleaning up his cut.
“No such thing as shouldn’t, Ty.”
He rises to his feet and turns around. His hair is a mess, but a huge smile is on his face, making those crystal blues shine like diamonds. This is his happy face and it's my favorite. Actually, it's in joint first place with his pissed off frown.
“You need to clean that and cover it. It’s probably best to always have a first aid kit around from now on,” I say, placing my knife back into my pocket.
“Luckily there’s one in the staff room,” he says.
He pulls up his pants and starts to tuck in his shirt when I grab him for a kiss. Just as our lips meet, his office door opens. No knock. Tyler goes still, before looking over at the door.
“What the hell is this?” some guy in a suit says, and I don't miss the disgust in his face.
“Marcus, err this is Ivan,” Tyler says nervously.
This Marcus idiot looks at me like I’m a bad smell.
“I don’t care, wait until George hears about this. His golden boy is not only a fairy, but is fucking a gay in his office. You’ll be out, Tyler.”
The smug smirk on his face is the trigger to my predator instinct. This fucker will learn a lesson today. Without thought, I grab this Marcus prick by the collar of his suit and nearly lift him off the ground as I slam him into the wall of the office.
“Ivan!” Tyler shouts, grabbing my arms, trying to get me to let go of the piece of shit in front of me.
“Tyler. Move away, before you get hurt, and close the door,” I say, not taking my eyes off my target as the door clicks shut. Look at this scumbag. I bet he got his job here because daddy is a friend of the boss. His dull brown hair is styled like a douchebag, his veneers that are way too white to be considered normal and his generic rich ass average looks that probably has gold digging whores desperate to be part of his family, ready for his trust fund to mature.
“Get your hands off me, do you know who I am? I will have you arrested, you brainless thug,” he yells, and I can't help but laugh. Genuinely laugh. Lev would love to see this shit.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. But you should worry about who I am.”
“You look like nothing more than a jobless biker, who probably steals to survive.”
I slam him again into the wall and he winces.
“I actually work in healthcare,” I say as I reach into my back pocket and remove my knife again, that I’m grateful I keep on me at all times. Tyler really needs one of these. I bring the tip of my knife up to his neck, and he stills at the move. His confidence diminishing, his eyes wary as I gently push the knife into his skin.
“You see, Marcus, I do research of the human body. This involves dissection, slowly opening the body like a flower in bloom. It's a stunning sight. Then piece by piece I remove each organ, examining it, measuring it. I’m fascinated by it. To see how someone’s body works, what their innards look like.”
Silence. That didn’t take long to put the fear of God in him. Another rich prick who is all mouth and no action.
“Would you like to help me out with my research, Marcus?”
I move the knife down so it's level with his sternum. His breathing is rapid and panicked. He knows I’m telling the truth, and I am. I do love shit like that.
“No.”
“I didn’t think so. Now I would go back to your office and pretend you didn't come in here and carry on with your mundane life. Because if I find out you’ve gone to George, or anyone else about this, I will come to retrieve you for my experiment. And George won’t do anything about it, because he does know who my family is, and let me tell you, he would appease us over your father. Got it?”
“Yes. Yes, I promise, just let me go.”
I let go of the slimy leech and stand back, letting him compose himself before he leaves. The shaky hands on the door as he fumbles to open it have me on the verges of hysterics. This guy is the definition of a loser.
“I’ve never seen you like that before,” Tyler says next to me and I turn to face him. This isn't his mad face, but it isn’t a happy face. Another new emotion to log in my memory. Fucking hell, how many are there?
“I can’t tell if you’re mad or happy or something else.”
“I’m shocked. Disturbed but also…” he stops talking and blotches of pink flare up on his neck. That's when he’s embarrassed.
“Why are you blushing?”
“I’m not blushing.”
“Yes you are, your neck is pink. You're embarrassed.”
“Ugh, you’re a nightmare, Ivan. I found it a turn on! Happy now? I’m broken. You've broken me,” he whines, shaking his head, looking up at the ceiling as if the answers to his questions are there.
“I’m cool with that, and that was nothing, sweetheart. You should see me in full violent mode,” I say, excited that he might start to like this side of me.
“Don’t kid yourself as that will never happen. I have no intention of ever watching what you do in your job. Today's taster was enough, thanks. Now leave. I’ve got work to do.”
I go to leave, but before I do, Tyler stops me.
“Ivan, please behave tonight. I don’t want you to scare my brother.”
“I’ll be my angel self, Ty. Don’t worry.”
“That's not reassuring.”
“Not my problem, Ty,” I say as I wave my hand in a goodbye before leaving his office and heading home.
Next on the list—Kane.