Chapter 5 Declan
I watch as my new obsession drags his friend down the stairs.
I’ve got no idea why his demeanor changed so suddenly.
I thought we were having a pleasant, informative conversation.
I want to know more about him—everything about him.
I wait for the attraction to waver, but it doesn’t.
It only gets stronger. No one has ever held my attention this long.
The need to touch him, the need to have him, is overwhelming.
The fact that he is leaving me irritates me.
I notice Jesse speaking to one of our security guys, and they seem friendly.
That means that’s how they got in tonight.
The club is exclusive, and while no one in my family gives a fuck about social class, we agree that keeping it exclusive would be more lucrative.
The security guy glances up at the balcony when they walk away.
Good, now I won’t have to track him down.
I gesture for him to come to me. And while I am pretty sure Ronan can get me all the details about Xavier from what I have, I want more.
“So, what did you do to scare the little hottie away? Show your true colors a little too soon?” Finn asks.
“And since when are you into guys?” Conor adds to the inquisition.
“I have no idea why he ran off. And I’m not into guys, I’m into him. He’s mine, so you fuckers had better not get any ideas.” I tell them. The security guy, whose name tag reads “Ben,” finally makes his way up to me.
“Mr. Murphy, what can I do for you?” His voice has a deep timbre. He holds my gaze as he speaks. He looks exactly how you would expect a bouncer to look, like a linebacker, big and broody.
“The two people who just left, you know them. You got them in here.” I phrase it as a statement so he knows I saw the interaction and shouldn’t lie. To his credit, he doesn’t break eye contact with me.
He rubs the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “I’m sorry, Mr. Murphy, it won’t happen again.” He apologizes for his perceived misstep. We don’t really have any rules against staff bringing friends into the club, as long as they don’t cause any trouble. It adds to the mystique.
“That’s not the issue. I want to know who they are. Specifically, the guy.”
“I don’t know him, but the girl is Jesse Masters. We went to college together. I think the guy is her best friend, but I’m not too sure. As I said, I only know her.”
“Which college?”
“Southside. She was in my English class.” He adds, hoping to be helpful.
I stare at him for a minute, then let him go back to his job.
I take out my phone and dial Ronan. I could search myself; I’m not too bad at research, but Ronan can get it done in less time than it would take me to boot up my laptop.
His hacking skills are unsurpassed by most others. If you want information, he can get it.
“What’s up, dear cousin? Your little rabbit fled already?” he greets me. I turn to glare at Liam, who shrugs.
“What, he couldn’t make it, and it was entertaining.”
“I want everything you can find on him. I have some information.” I start, but Ronan cuts me off as he rattles off Xavier’s personal information like baseball stats.
“Xavier Bonner, age 24. Born right here in Philly. Son of Ken and Deloris Bonner. Ken died along with Xavier’s sister, aged 10, seven years ago in a car accident.
He has a studio apartment on Windsor Street.
He owns a 2002 Honda Civic. He graduated from Southside University with a 3.
6 GPA. He works for Albright Construction as a project manager.
But if you had checked your email, you would already have found his complete dossier.
Now, would you like to tell me what your interest in this guy is? He seems boring.”
“It’s none of your business. Your information is not up to date.
He was fired today.” I hang up on him, done with the conversation.
I want to get back to my place and go through his file on my own.
By morning, I’ll know more about Xavier Bonner than he knows about himself.
Then I need to figure out a plan to make him mine that does not involve kidnapping.
I don’t think my Aunt would be happy with that plan, and I am not too sure how Xavier will react.
I hate waiting for what I want, and what I want is him, completely.
I start heading toward the stairs when Finn steps in my way and holds up a hand. I growl at his attempt to stop me.
“Look, I know you keep saying he is mine and all that shit, but you need to explain yourself. What’s going on?” I go to step around him when he says the one thing that could make me stop in my tracks. “Either talk to us now, or we’ll tell Mother that you are stalking a boyfriend.” What the fuck!
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, we would. You know if you do something like this and she finds out after the fact, there will be hell to pay. If you get into trouble, especially if you go off to stalk some guy, it could affect us all, not just you. So, spill.” Conor says.
I’ll need to get to Aunt Alessia before my cousins can tell her about Xavier.
“I have no idea what is going on. All I know is that I saw him dancing and now I want him.” I try to explain. It sounds weak even to my own ears.
“Like a pet or as a boyfriend?” Liam asks.
“Like everything,” I say, running my hands through my hair.
“I want to know where he is, what he is doing, and who he is talking to. But for some reason, I want to know what he likes to eat and what he does for a hobby. I have never given a fuck about anyone but myself before, so it’s hard to explain to your dumb asses.
All I know is he is mine.” I try again. I really don’t like having to explain what I am doing or thinking to anyone.
It’s even harder to explain this to them.
Not one of us is actually capable of feelings, so it doesn’t make sense, even to me.
“So, it’s like ownership at first sight.
You want to fuck him too?” Conor folds his arms across his chest. I know for a fact that none of them would ever judge me for being with a guy, so it doesn’t bother me to tell them that yes, I did, in fact, want to fuck him.
Conor, the man whore that he is, will fuck just about anyone.
I know that he’s been with both men and women.
“I want everything,” I say again, this time enunciating my words. “I find him attractive sexually, but there is more to it than just that.” My answers seem to satisfy them. I take the opportunity to leave.
I make my way inside my penthouse, but I stop right inside the door.
I try to think about whether Xavier will like it.
Will he like living here? Would he want to change anything with the décor?
The feeling of even being the least bit interested in what someone else feels is new to me.
I don’t understand it, but it leaves me with too many questions and thoughts running through my head.
Things that are out of my control, and I hate that.
I push aside those thoughts and grab my laptop.
I plop down on my sofa in my living room and open the file that Ronan sent me.
Most of the information is surface-level.
I look at the file titled “financial.” This one will give me a clear view of who Xavier Bonner is.
He’s broke, and it seems that it is no fault of his own.
His mother is bleeding him dry. I run the numbers over in my head.
He is sending her almost sixty percent of his income.
Why is he supporting her? Is she not able to work?
I send Ronan a quick text asking for information about his mother.
He is living on the bare minimum. Well, I have plenty to take care of him, so that’s not an issue.
I switch over to his social media accounts.
While he doesn’t post much, he has two friends who seem to tag him in everything.
One of them is Jess, and the other is a man named Blake.
Xavier said he was single, so this has to be a friend as well, except that in almost all the selfies they are in together, Blake is always touching him.
I want to cut his hands off and feed them to him.
Xavier is mine to touch and no one else’s.
I take screenshots of several of the pictures from his Instagram posts. He smiled several times tonight, but not as much as in several of these pictures. I don’t know why I am so drawn to him, and I don’t really care why either. I just know that I am.
I need to see my aunt sometime tomorrow, not only to explain Xavier to her, but also to let her know that I need to come off the rotation of her vigilante crusade.
Aunt Alessia runs a legitimate charity that supports abused children.
It’s one of the ways she finds our targets.
She lost a close friend of hers due to an abusive partner, and what better way to get back at the world than to use the seven psychopaths at her disposal?
While I agree that if we can do something, we should, I mainly do it because I enjoy it.
I feel no remorse or guilt when I destroy someone.
It gives me the outlet that I need to keep me calm and not go into a rage in the middle of one of my father’s boring ass meetings.
I shut everything down and head to my bathroom for a shower.
It’s already after two in the morning, so I need to get some sleep.
I step under the hot spray, grab the shower gel, and begin washing my body.
As I glide my hands across my skin, I can’t help but think about how Xavier’s hands will feel on my skin.
With my eyes closed, I imagine his touch.
My hand glides across my chest and down my abs.
My cock is already hard, begging for attention.
How will Xavier touch me for the first time?
Will he be tentative and shy, or will he show his hunger for me?
My hand wraps around my erection, and the soap makes the movement of my hand slick against my heated skin.
I envision Xavier on his knees in front of me, his lips and mouth stretched around my cock.
I moan at the images playing through my head.
With only a few more strokes, I climax harder than I ever have.
If that happened with just the thought of him, what will it be like when I finally have him?