Chapter 6
Monk
He sits up at the sound of me entering. His face wincing as he moves.
I must’ve bruised or broken a rib. Definitely gave him quite the shiner too.
His one eye is nearly swollen shut. The other already forming a dark ring but able to open.
Busted up his nose too. Looks like pretty boy isn’t so pretty anymore.
“It’s time for another round of our game of twenty questions,” I state, getting closer so I can see my handiwork. I didn’t come bearing food this time. He’ll have to earn his next meal.
His one eye snaps to me, pinning me with a glare. It’s really quite astounding how the fucker still thinks he’s the one in control. I think it’s time to change that.
“Let’s start with an easy one, shall we? What will your dad do if the deal with Colannas doesn’t go through?”
I wish I hadn’t banged up his face so much because his expression is hard to read. From now on, I’ll hit below the belt.
“It’s going to go through,” he states.
“Are you sure about that?” I look around the shed. “Looks to me like you’re kind of tied up at the moment. And I don’t intend to let you go, so I think it’s safe to say the deal is going to fall through.”
He shakes his head. “My VP is fully capable of handling things in my absence, sorry to burst your bubble.”
I smirk at that. Always so fucking sure of himself. His confidence is almost a sickness. He can’t see the warning signs. Doesn’t even realize yet that I’m going to kill him. He’s too arrogant to realize that it’s out of his hands at this point. His fate, his business—I’m in control of it all.
“Harold seems like a good guy.” I nod. “Too bad all the files have been wiped from the system. Let’s see how long it takes him to scrounge everything together again. In the meantime”—I crouch down in front of him—“let’s hope that Colannas doesn’t get a better offer.”
This time even his swollen eye narrows on me. That seemed to strike a nerve. But the moment of concern vanishes fast, being replaced with that smug confidence again. “A company that well renowned isn’t going to have anything to do with an ex-convict who looks like he belongs locked in a zoo.”
His jab doesn’t offend me. It’s a sign of his nerves showing. The doubt is starting to creep in. The fear is beginning to take root. His defenses are up. But attacking my looks doesn’t save his company’s deal.
“Let’s hope your theory is right.” I smile. There’s no point in explaining my plan. I’d rather him stew in the doubt. Let the worry marinate and fester. If his arrogance wins out, the better. Because when he finally realizes exactly what I’m capable of, the knife will cut deeper.
“So, hypothetically speaking,” I ask again. “What happens if the deal doesn’t go through?”
He sits and stares at me, the seconds ticking by. His stubborn arrogance refusing to answer. I’d give him a kick in his wounded ribs, but what’s the fun in that? I don’t want the pain overriding his thoughts.
“Since you want to play the silent game, let me offer a little theory. I think if the deal doesn’t go through, your father is going to end up in trouble with a lot of wealthy men.
Men who have a hell of a lot more power than your dad.
I’m guessing that there’s something big at stake for him, but what that is, I’ve yet to discover. I will though.
“Now,” I say, taking a seat. “Let’s get to another question. Why haven’t you gotten married yet?”
“Really?” If his eye could roll, I’m sure it would. The guy’s banged up pretty hard and he’s still acting like a prick.
“Do you want to hear my theory?”
“Shoot, big man. Let’s hear your fucking theory on why I haven’t gotten hitched.”
I should bust his lip for the way he’s speaking to me, but I’ll let this one slide. I’m more anxious to see his reaction to what I’m about to share.
“I think the reason why you haven’t settled down with a woman is because they’re not your type.”
His nostrils flare as his one eye opens wider. He shakes his head, acting as if I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, but it’s a pointless cover. I’ve already discovered his hidden stash of spank material.
“What the fuck are you trying to say?”
I lean in closer, crowding in on his personal space, getting within inches of his banged-up face. “That you’re into the type with ripped muscles, a big thick cock, and two hairy balls.”
“The fuck?” His entire body freezes up. His swollen features tensing. “I was the king of women at our school. No, I’m not fucking gay. Stop trying to project your shit onto me.”
“Really?” I cock a brow. “Then why do you have a private stash of gay porn stored on your phone? Huh? Riddle me that, pet.”
He jerks back like he’s just burned his finger on a hot stove. But he shouldn’t waste his time with the act. I already know the truth.
“I downloaded all that shit for a friend’s bachelor party. It was meant to be a joke.”
“Really?” Bull-fucking-shit. “You downloaded, stored, and password protected an entire collection of gay porn for a bachelor party? Somehow, I have a real hard time believing that.”
I don’t believe a fucking word of that tall tale.
“I put a password on it, because I didn’t want anyone coming across it and thinking I’m gay.”
A chuckle bursts from my throat. That’s a good one. Would almost be believable if he didn’t have hundreds of videos, all labeled in a way he knows what it is. No one would waste that much time on some stupid bachelor party prank.
Damn, he truly does play me for a fool.
“So why didn’t you delete them after the party?”
“I forgot.”
The lies just roll off his tongue, don’t they? One after another. What I want to understand is why is he so ashamed of it? Is it fear? Is it his father? Both? Neither? I want to know why he’d go so far as to beat me to a pulp over the one thing he was struggling with.
“Really? You forgot? Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid?” I reach out and pat his head. “It’s okay, pet. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Fuck you.” He jerks away from my touch. “Even if those videos are mine, it means nothing. It’s just porn. Everyone watches it.”
Another laugh barrels out. He’s a funny one.
All those years he called me a faggot. Made fun of me.
Accused me of sneaking into the locker room to spy on guys and jerk my junk.
Claimed I’d go home and watch gay porn all weekend since I was such a fucking loser. Yet here he is. A hoarder of the sort.
“Oh, I definitely think it means something. I think you and I both know exactly what it means. Yet, for some reason you’re too afraid to admit it. And I want to know why.”
“I’m not afraid of anything. And I’m not fucking gay.”
If the hatred didn’t run soul deep, I’d feel sorry for the guy.
I’d be more considerate to his feelings, understanding the fear he’s feeling, and his desire to stay hidden in the closet, but…
I hate the son of a bitch. I want him to feel exactly the same way as I did.
I want to hear him say it, and I’m not going to relent until he owns up to the truth.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with it.
” I shift back, pulling his phone out from my pocket.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I open up the folder I found, and click on a file.
“It’s okay if you have a craving to have a big fat cock fucking your ass.
” The video starts playing on his phone.
Two guys at the gym. One sitting on a bench in the locker room, the other fucking him.
“Is that why you like to go to the gym so much? So you can get a little action?”
“Fuck you!”
“I know you want to.” I smirk, closing out the video and looking for another. “But I’m not attracted to assholes.”
The next video begins to play, this one of a guy jerking his partner and fingering his ass at the same time. “I have another question,” I state, holding the phone up to his face. “Have you ever been with a guy in secret, or are you still a virgin?”
“I’m not fucking gay. Say what you want, but I’m into tits and pussies.”
“So, you’re saying this doesn’t get you going?
” I look at the video, seeing the bottom lost in his pleasure.
His dick being groped. The spot deep inside his ass being massaged.
“It doesn’t turn you on to see his cock so hard?
Just look at it all purple and swollen. The veins running up the sides of it. ”
It’s an impressive dick, but it doesn’t get me going, but it obviously gets Hunter going since he saved it and labeled it as a favorite.
“The heat doesn’t tighten your shaft, seeing the cum dribble from the top of his dick as the pleasure takes hold. He’s so close. And look at the expression of the Dom. He’s determined to make him come. His fingers pumping in and out, making sure he hits that special spot with every thrust.”
“You’re such a sick fucking pervert. What? Are you trying to get my dick hard so you can perv on me?”
I reach out grabbing him between his legs.
“You want to call me sick? I’ll show you fucking sick.
” I stroke my hand over his package, trying not to be consumed by the fact that it’s so heavy and big, and already sporting a semi.
Fucker is living in denial. He’s stiffening further as I stroke.
And my dick seems to want to follow suit, sending me into a complete mindfuck. What in the actual fuck?
“I wouldn’t fuck you even if you were the last man on earth,” I grit through my teeth, trying to set myself straight. “So, you can quit flattering yourself, you arrogant little shit.”
“Get your hand off me,” he seethes. Funny thing is his hands are no longer bound.
If he wanted me to stop, all he’d have to do is shove my hand away.
But he isn’t, is he? I’m not even holding my knife to his throat.
He could punch me across the face, yet he isn’t.
His dick is still in my hand, and hard as a fucking rock.
“Tell me something.” I tighten my hold, pumping faster, watching the shift in his eyes, the way his lungs are now rising rapidly, cheeks turning red.
“Do you shove your fingers up into that tight ass while you jerk off?” His glare narrows even further, but he still doesn’t fight me off.
All those times he’d shove me up against the locker, squeeze the air out of my lungs, and yet, he’s not defending himself when I’m violating him.
He’s that desperate for it that he’s letting his kidnapper beat him off.
So then why the hell is my dick hard as a fucking rock and leaking at the end? I’d never be desperate enough to fuck the monster who’s stolen everything from me.
“Or maybe you have a dildo at home that you like to fuck?” I continue to poke the bear, wanting to see how much he can withstand. “The type that suctions to the wall so you can drill yourself with it.”
The image comes to mind of him spread eagle, working the thing in and out of his ass, and my balls draw up tight, threatening to give me a release I don’t fucking want. What in the actual fuck?
“I’d never take it up the ass like you. I’m not a fucking pussy.”
I’m tempted to reach into his slacks and prove him wrong, but the fact that my dick is getting off on this twisted game I’m playing is totally messing with me. There’s no way in hell I should ever be turned on by the guy that tormented me for all those years. It’s messed the fuck up.
I release his dick, needing distance so I can get my fucking head screwed on right. Both of them need an adjustment.
“Your dick says otherwise,” I state, fighting to keep the nervous edge out of my voice. “You can live in denial all you want, you little shit. But you and I both know the truth.”
“Yeah, we do.” He nods. “We know that you’re a fucking pathetic faggot who had to kidnap a man in order to get access to his dick.”
I hook him right in the jaw and he falls back to the ground, passing out on the spot.
Motherfucker is going to die. As soon as I’m done tearing apart his life, I’m going to kill him nice and slow, draw it out for days. All the while playing his favorite videos in the background. Let him burn in his hell. But first…the entire world is going to learn the truth about him.