Chapter 15 #3
Neith hid her face in her hands, taking a deep breath and letting it out. When she dropped her hands again, she asked, “Do you think these women were harmed?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out,” Enzo said.
“If I’ve helped these people…” Neith started, trailing off.
“You couldn’t have known what was happening,” Francesca reassured her. “But if we find out that these people are hurting women, then we’ll do what we’ve always done. We’ll handle it.”
Enzo nodded. “My mother’s right. First, we prove your innocence. Then we make them pay…in the most painful possible way.”
Seven’s heart tripped in his chest. Fuck, he loved that man.
Enzo was being weird. He’d been oddly twitchy since the meeting with their moms. While they spent the afternoon attempting to run down the names of some of the women—the few his mother could remember by name—Enzo kept stopping to covertly check his phone.
If Seven was less trusting, he’d think Enzo was stupid enough to cheat on him, but he knew he’d never be that stupid.
But it did beg the question: who was on the other side of that text chain?
After work, Enzo insisted on taking him shopping.
Phillip, it turned out, was the personal shopper at the department store inside the mall on the nice side of town near Enzo’s penthouse.
For two hours, Seven was forced to try on outfit after outfit while Enzo sat splayed on the sofa, legs wide, arms resting on the back, like he was hoping Seven would say fuck it and just fall to his knees right there.
He considered it—anything to be done with this shopping situation.
They left with four bags of off-the-rack couture and a promise that the rest would be delivered.
Enzo wouldn’t allow Seven to know the cost, but there was no way it was less than twenty thousand dollars.
Enzo acted like it was a trip to the second hand store.
After shopping, he took Seven to a nice restaurant where he drank a little too much wine.
Just enough to be tipsy, but not enough to be drunk.
It was nice, kind of like a real first date.
After their meal, Enzo finally agreed to take him home.
Usually, Seven would be streaming with his friends in an hour or two, but tonight, he would have to settle for a shower and hot sex with his much older boyfriend.
In the elevator, Enzo’s fingers tapped out a beat at the small of Seven’s back, his gaze on the ceiling, like he was afraid to make eye contact.
“Why are you acting so weird?” Seven asked as the car ascended towards the top floor.
“What? I’m not. How am I acting weird?” Enzo countered, his voice an octave higher than normal.
Seven narrowed his eyes. “That. That right there. You’re hiding something, I know it.” The elevator dinged, letting them know they’d arrived on their floor. He scoffed. “Saved by the bell.”
When they stepped off the elevator, the apartment was eerily dark. Even when they’d fallen asleep last night, there had been a dim glow of a lamp from downstairs. But now, the only glow came from a strange throbbing neon green in the office.
“Uh, I think someone landed a spaceship in your office,” Seven joked, even though he found the light a little unsettling.
Enzo snickered, taking Seven’s hand and dragging him towards the light. Once they reached the office, Enzo flipped the switch, then stood back, letting Seven look his fill.
“What did you do?” he asked, breathless.
Someone had rearranged the office so that Enzo’s desk now faced out towards the night sky and a new desk was left in its place.
On the wall behind the desk was the source of the glow—ten hexagonal-shaped lights strewn about the wall.
The chair was black leather with a padded headrest and arms, and there were not one but three separate monitors sitting on the desk’s surface.
“Now, I don’t know much about computers, but the twins do,” Enzo said. “But if there’s something you don’t like, we can change it. Okay?”
Seven didn’t answer, just floated closer to the desk.
His heart was in his throat, his hands trembling slightly as he ran his fingers over the keys.
They were decked out with things like pixelated swords and shields.
Seven picked up the piece of paper that was sitting on the desk beside the mouse.
It was a typed message in font just large enough to feel threatening.
Seven,
Welcome to your new command center. Don’t freak out (actually, do). Here’s what you’ve got:
4090 beast build w/ custom loop & aurora coolant. She purrs like a panther and runs your Arthurian sim at ultra with RTX maxed out. Go ahead. Try to make her sweat. You won’t.
128GB RAM because we could, not because you’ll ever need it (unless you open 300 tabs while live streaming in 4K, which you should).
Triple-monitor spread with the G9 ultra-wide in the middle. Cinematic enough to make Rowan Thorn Vale cry.
Custom keyboard with hot-swaps and silent reds (for your rage control). We mapped macros for your favorite combos. Check the cheat sheet in the drawer.
Shure SM7B mic and full mixer set-up.
Your controller is pressure-sensitive and personalized. Try the D-pad. We might’ve added a surprise.
Nanoleaf panels sync to ambient game music. You’re literally mood-lit now.
Fridge stocked. Snacks sorted. RGB everything. We even gave your bot a British accent. You’re welcome.
P.S. Boot-up line is your Rowan voice clip from that secret Season 1 side quest. Yes, we ripped the files. No, don’t ask how.
P.P.S. Enzo has no idea what any of this means. Do NOT let him near the mixer. Or the coolant valves. Seriously.
Love,
The Chaos Twins
(a.k.a. Your Favorite In-Laws?)
“You said your laptop couldn’t run your game, so I asked the twins to find something that would.”
This man was truly insane. Sweet, caring, generous to a fault…but absolutely insane. Seven wasn’t worth all this effort. Did it make him selfish to take it anyway?
He turned to face Enzo, heart tripping at the anxious look on the older man’s face, the paper falling from his fingertips to float to the floor. “You did all this in ten hours?”
Enzo was studying his face, his look shockingly anxious. “I didn’t do anything, just made a phone call. I can’t tell if you’re happy or sad. Did I fuck up?”
Seven pressed both hands to Enzo’s muscular chest, the heat of his skin causing his half-hard cock to get fully on board. He walked Enzo backwards until his ass hit the desk. He grunted in surprise, staring down at Seven like he didn’t know if he was going to get slapped or praised.
“Do you have any idea how much something like this costs?” Seven murmured.
Enzo shook his head. “Not really. I just turned the twins loose with my black card. I’m getting nervous here. Are you mad? Is it not what you like? Like I said, we can change anything-”
“What time is it?” Seven asked, cutting him off.
Enzo checked his watch with a frown. “A few minutes after seven.”
A slow smile spread across Seven’s face as he sank to his knees. “Perfect.”
Enzo followed his descent with his eyes, blinking rapidly, like he was trying to process what was happening. The way his eyes blew wide made Seven feel sexy, powerful, like he was the only one who could shake Enzo like that.
He deftly opened Enzo’s jeans, roughly yanking them to mid-thigh before groaning in appreciation.
Even covered in ink, Enzo had the most beautiful legs, thick thighs dusted with dark hair.
Seven let himself run his hands along the muscles there, biting his bottom lip as his own cock kicked at the sight.
He tipped forward, pressing his face to Enzo’s underwear, inhaling the musky scent like a drug. It made his head swim and his thoughts grow syrupy. He nosed at the bulge there then flicked his tongue out, wetting the fabric, stomach swooping as Enzo’s breath hitched.
Even soft, Enzo’s cock was impressive. Seven flicked his gaze upwards, sitting back on his knees, hoping he presented as the picture of obedience. “Can I have it, Daddy?” he asked, giving him his most guileless eyes.
Enzo combed his fingers through Seven’s hair, studying his face. “I don’t know… Do you think you deserve it?”
Seven nodded. “Please, Daddy?”
“Fine,” Enzo said, like he was doing him a favor. “Show Daddy how grateful you are for your new presents.”
The words knocked an embarrassing whimper from deep in his chest. “Yes, Daddy.”
Maybe Seven was meant to be a sugar baby, after all. He’d never been more turned on in his life. Rewarding Enzo’s generosity with sexual favors would have sent Seven off the rails eight months ago, but now, it had him leaking into his unforgiving jeans.
He wanted to be good for him, wanted to show him how much he loved and appreciated everything Enzo did for him. Wanted to give him something in return. But what did you give the guy who had everything? His mouth, his submission, his blind obedience.
When Seven didn’t move fast enough, Enzo slid his underwear out of the way, fingers tangling in Seven’s hair once more as he stroked himself with his other hand. “This what you want?”
Seven tried to nod, whining as Enzo held him just out of reach. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m not sure I believe you,” he said, like he was considering walking away.
“I do. Please, Daddy,” Seven begged, sinking deeper into that place where the rest of the world fell away.
“Open,” Enzo said, tone sharp. Seven complied without question, mouth gaping as he looked up at Enzo with hopeful eyes. “Such an obedient little thing when you’re getting what you want. Give me your tongue.”
Once more, Seven did as he was told, biting back another pitiful whine. Most subs couldn’t be this whiny, right? It was like Enzo’s words were directly tied to the pleasure center of Seven’s brain.