Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Levi
A week in my world is forever. I am not a patient man, not even close.
Could I have gone out and fucked a line of women, or men, in that time?
Of course I could. I’m Levi fucking Kane.
I also won’t let Abby see me with anyone else, not when I finally have her back in my life.
Having a new woman on my arm every night is something I play into for the media.
It’s a persona. In reality, my bed-hopping days wore off quickly after college, when it became obvious people only wanted to be seen with me for views and clout, or hoped I would fall madly in love with them.
Fat chance of that ever happening when I never stopped loving the one who got away.
So instead of finding some random to scratch the itch I can’t seem to shake, I follow up the brilliant idea I had for a location for this chase. I pull out my phone and dial a friend who owes me a favor.
“Yo, man,” Marcus answers on the second ring. “Please tell me you’re calling about something fun.”
“Remember when you said you owed me for that thing with your sister?” I don’t wait for him to answer. “Well, I’m collecting.”
Marcus has been my boy since college, and there’s not much I wouldn’t do for him. Hence why I helped to ruin his sister’s wedding. The guy she was going to marry was a total douche and shouldn’t have been fucking men behind her back.
“Okay,” he says cautiously. “What do you need?”
“I need access to the Stormhaven Aquarium. Just for a few hours tonight—eleven until, say, one.”
“The aquarium,” Marcus repeats as if I’ve just asked him to help me steal a rare fish. “Levi, what the actual fuck are you doing?”
I explain what we plan for tonight, and he laughs. “Shit, man, what I wouldn’t give to be you for a day. I’ll see what I can do and text you back.”
We end the call, and by the time I’ve finished my workout, he has messaged me back.
Marcus
You’re all set. I’ll let you in through the back entrance at 10:50 p.m. There’s a code to bypass the main system, but please don’t fuck anything up.
I send him back a string of skull emojis and a thumbs up.
I’m bouncing with excitement as I pull into the driveway. This is going to be epic—Abby’s going to love this. Hell, I’m going to love this, and I haven’t even seen the fucking aquarium in years.
I find her in her room, scrolling through her phone with a concerned look on her face. She’s wearing one of Landon’s old hockey sweatshirts, which hangs off one shoulder, and her hair is twisted up in a messy bun that somehow still looks hot.
“Abby,” I announce, not bothering to knock. “I have the perfect location for your chase.”
She glances up, one eyebrow raised. “Let me guess, you’re thinking of something boring like a parking garage?”
“Fuck no.” I vault onto her bed, landing beside her. “The aquarium.”
“The aquarium? Like, the Stormhaven one?”
“The one and only. I have access tonight from eleven to one. It will be completely dark after hours except for the tank lighting.”
Abby sits up, and I can see the wheels turning in her head. “Oh my god,” she says. “That is perfect. You’re a genius, Levi.”
“I know,” I say, grinning like an idiot. “And I’m going to look amazing, too, obviously.”
“Obviously,” she agrees. She’s already rambling about messaging Tate to send him the location.
A few seconds pass, and her phone buzzes with a response.
“He’s in,” she says, reading the text. “And excited for the aquarium.”
“Who wouldn’t be?” I lean back against her pillows, watching her. “So what’s the plan? You need to tell me limits, and what I can and can’t do. You know what I’m like.”
Abby chuckles. “You follow my lead. Tate has filled out his consent form and listed what he is comfortable doing. Ice is his safe word. He has listed his hard limits as public humiliation and his identity being leaked. Besides that, anything goes. He likes the idea of giving up control, being guided and overpowered, and letting someone else take the lead for once.”
“Do I have to fuck him? While I don’t mind getting down with guys, I prefer to be the bottom.” Abby gasps at that information. “What, did you think I would be the top?”
Abby nods. “Yeah, well, you’re . . . you, so I just presumed.”
I laugh, as I can see why she thinks that. “Nah, I wouldn’t have a G-spot in my ass if it wasn’t supposed to be used. My brother, however, likes to top. Just try putting something near his ass.”
“So you would be down for me to peg you then?”
“Um, fuck yes. My cock is hard merely thinking about you with a dick strapped to you and bending me over to fuck me.”
Landon appears in the doorway and takes one look at us on the bed, me sprawled out like it’s my own, Abby sitting cross-legged with her phone in hand.
“What are you two plotting?” He asks, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.
“Me pegging Levi. Did you know he is a bottom?”
Landon smirks. “No, he didn’t tell me. I thought for sure he was a top.”
“Nope, I like things in my ass, what can I say.”
“We need to get ready,” Abby says as she stands up and walks to her closet, pulling out bags that are stacked neatly on the shelf. “I picked up supplies yesterday. All-black clothing for both of you, glow masks, voice modulators.”
She lays out the gear on her bed and it’s clear she’s thought of everything. Landon comes in to get a closer look, and the three of us stand there assessing the arsenal.
“These are sick,” I say, picking up one of the glow masks. It’s neon white.
She hands out the voice modulators, which are small devices that fit into our ears with tiny microphones.
“Test them out,” she instructs.
Landon goes first. His voice comes out deeper, with a weird electronic distortion that makes him sound like something demonic. “How’s that?”
“Perfect,” Abby says. “Levi?”
I test mine, and my voice is higher. “Sick,” I say, laughing at how weird it sounds.
“And mine,” Abby says, putting hers on. When she speaks, her voice is lower than normal, but it’s hot.
Abby runs through some things she wants us to say during the chase, stuff that will sound good on the recording. “When he first sees you, I want one of you to say something like, ‘Did you really think you could escape?’ Make it sound like he’s the prey and we’re the hunters.”
“‘We’ve been waiting for you,’” Landon suggests. “Both of us could say it at the same time.”
“Yes,” Abby agrees. “That’s perfect.”
The day drags; we have hours to kill before eleven, and the anticipation is eating me alive, so I try to distract myself.
I hit the gym for a quick session, then shower and eat.
But all I can think about is Abby. I couldn’t care less about Tate—him being there is a means to an end for me.
I would let him fuck me if she wanted to watch, but I am only going for her.
Abby vanishes to her room to get ready after getting annoyed at my pacing. But I can’t help my restlessness; I need to be doing something and moving all the time, or I get bored. The last thing I want to do is fall asleep.
When I finally head upstairs to look for her, I meet up with Landon on my way, and we both knock on her door.
She calls out to come in. Glancing at her phone, she says, “Okay, let’s suit up.”
Landon strips down first, pulling on the compression shirt and the long pants. I do the same.
Abby changes, too, putting on her all-black gear which hugs her curves in a way that makes my mouth dry and my cock hard. If I had my way, we wouldn’t be leaving this room.
By 10:15, we’re ready, so we drive to the aquarium.
We knock at the back door, and with a sigh and a grin, Marcus lets us in before doing a final check of the security system.
We move through the aquarium, setting up cameras. Abby wants to shoot from multiple angles—on the ground, from above, from the side.
By 10:55, we’re in position, hidden in the deep-sea exhibit while waiting for Tate.
Abby’s phone buzzes with a text.
#Notaserialkiller
I’m here. Coming in now.
We hear the main entrance doors open. Tate appears in the coral reef section first, where he is visible through the tank glass.
He wears dark clothes—black jeans and a black hoodie—and looks nervous.
I don’t blame him. Honestly, I give the guy props; he has serious balls meeting strangers when they could be anyone.
I wouldn’t do it because, knowing my luck, they would be a crazy fan who kidnaps me and uses me as a breeding machine.
Abby moves first, the glow of her mask lighting up the room.
“Welcome.” Abby’s distorted voice echoes through the aquarium. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Tate’s head snaps toward the sound, and his entire body goes rigid. I wonder if he is having second thoughts.
Landon emerges from the opposite side. “Are you ready for us?” Landon asks, and Tate nods as he looks between them.
“Run,” Abby says.
Tate doesn’t hesitate—he takes off running, heading back toward the main exhibit hall.
Landon and I are after him immediately. His footsteps echo off the tiles, so it’s easy to follow behind him while slightly keeping our distance.
He enters the Atlantic Ocean display. Landon cuts him off from the other side, causing him to pivot and head for the narrow hallway.
I’m gaining on him as he reaches the seahorse exhibit, and Tate tries to backtrack.
Abby jumps out, cutting off his escape route.
He spins and we follow, all three of us side by side. He tries to hide in the deep-sea section again, weaving between the tanks, but there’s nowhere to go. We’ve cornered him perfectly, closing in from every direction.
Tate looks between the three of us, trying to find an escape route, but there isn’t one.
“There’s no way out,” I say, loving the sound of my voice through the modulator.
Abby takes a slow step forward, and Tate takes a step back, then another. He’s backed against a huge tank now, the large fish swimming around behind his silhouette.
“Do you remember your safe word?” Abby asks him, and he nods. “Then it’s time for you to get naked.”