4. Tino
Chapter 4
Tino
After we took the phone to Dom’s father, we’d had little choice but to call it a night.
I hadn’t wanted to retreat to my room, feeling it was like giving up, but what else could I do? It wasn’t as though I’d have been any help, just driving aimlessly around the Adirondacks, shouting out Mackenzie’s name.
There was one thing I had been able to do.
Before I attempted to sleep, I’d called my father. He hadn’t picked up.
Instead, my sister had answered and told me that Papi was in a cartel meeting, and he would be back late. I messaged my father instead and begged for his help. I told him I had met a girl, and I wanted her to one day be my wife, and she’d been taken. I didn’t tell him I shared her. He’d have sent his men here to kill me, not to help Kenzie.
With that done, I’d finally been able to sleep, though it hadn’t been restful.
Now I’ve woken, groggy and heavy-headed.
My first thought is Mackenzie.
Immediately, I check my phone.
To my relief, during the night, my father has replied, stating he has sent us eight men in a private jet to help us track down Mackenzie and deal with whoever has taken her. They’ll be landing at a local private airport within the next couple of hours. It would have taken them possibly twenty-four hours or longer to get here using scheduled flights, but this way, with the use of the jet, they will be here much sooner.
My father always has an army of around fifty on the compound, so the percentage he’s sent me is quite considerable. I had expected he might send me two or three men, but this is more than I had hoped for.
I type back a simple reply.
Thank you.
He can be a hard ass, and at times I’ve disliked Papi intensely. However, he has always come through for me when I really needed it. His hardness wasn't because he didn't love me, or at least that's the way I view it, but because he wanted me to grow to be tough and strong. He might be misguided, and somewhat old fashioned, but, in his own way, he loves me. The fact that he's readily sent me these men, and for a woman he's never met, reinforces my belief that deep down he does care.
I sit and run my fingers through my hair, wincing as the strands rub over my busted knuckles. Picking a fight with the drywall wasn't my most intelligent moment, but I completely lost it. A small part of me that I don't like to examine too closely blames Dom for some of this. Kirill and I were much faster on board with trying to make Mackenzie ours. Dom still held on to that hard, dark lump of hatred in his heart for her mother, and it swayed his actions toward Kenzie.
Climbing out of bed, I wince. It's not only the pain in my hands, but the pain I feel elsewhere in my body, which seems to have surged back with a viciousness that takes my breath away. Perhaps it's because I'm stressed, or perhaps it's because I slept for shit and was tense all night, but either way, my body throbs with pain.
The anxiety is back, too. I bounce on the balls of my feet and shake out my hands, trying to rid myself of the nerves nipping at my skin. I grit my teeth and tell myself this is temporary. This pain will pass, and so will this sense of panic. It continues to claw through me, though, until it threatens to overwhelm me. Jesus Christ, I can't be about to have a panic attack. Not now.
When Dom feels like this, he has his cutting to help him cope. What do I have now? Kenzie is gone, and she was the only thing that made me feel better, other than the drugs. I can't fall back down that dark rabbit hole again. What use would I be to her if I let myself do that? I wouldn't be able to make strategic decisions. Out of the three of us, when my head is in the right place, I believe I'm the one who can make the best calculations. Kirill can be too hotheaded, and as for Dom, well, he's more than a little messed up.
He went to speak to his father last night, to ask for his help. Kirill said he'd messaged his father, too. Although what good that will do is questionable. Kirill’s father is a flat-out psychopath. I feel sorry for Kirill having to grow up with that man's influence looming over him. I imagine it would be like being brought up by the devil himself. There aren't many people in this world who truly scare me, but Kirill’s father is one of them.
Glancing at the bathroom, I imagine a cabinet full of lovely, calm-inducing medications.
I can't resort to taking the meds again, though, and Kenzie isn't here, but there is something that might make me feel better.
Guilt and sticky shame crawl all over me as I open my laptop. This is so twisted when she’s missing, but right now it's the release I need. I'll go insane if I don't do something.
Bringing up the video, I watch as Mackenzie’s perfect body fills the screen. Her tits are gorgeous, and then, onscreen, I turn her around, so the camera gets a perfect view of her firm, full ass. Her pussy is bare and on display, wet and ready. She’s delectable, and I’m hard as fucking nails.
I push my boxers down, and, using my hand without the split knuckles, I grab my aching dick. I take it slowly at first, enjoying the show as I watch Kenzie onscreen from that first time we were together and I filmed her without her knowledge. But soon, I need the release far more than I need the tease. I increase my speed, my fist moving fast over my swollen length. I smear around the pre-cum at my head, using it as lube, and jerk myself harder.
My grip is almost painful, and I don’t know if this is still a distraction or a form of punishment. I grunt, and my back bows as my orgasm hits me. I shoot jets of cum through my fingers and onto the bedspread, staring right at her flushed face on the screen as I do.
When my orgasm subsides and sanity rushes back in, I slam the laptop screen shut. I’m disgusted with myself. Jesus, what sort of a freak am I? I always thought of myself as the saner one out of the three of us, but I bet Kirill and Dom aren’t jerking off to videos of Mackenzie while she’s missing and in mortal danger.
I wipe my hands on a tissue from the box by the bed and head to the shower. I need to wash the cum and the shame away and get dressed. Today, she needs us, and we can’t let her down.
Once I’m showered, I’ll go find Dom and Kirill, and we can make a plan.