Chapter 11 Jacques
It was going to be difficult ever wanting to leave this place, especially the way I was feeling with Ezra right by my side.
I didn’t want to be someone who could just give up his life, but there was a man here who I loved beyond almost anything I’d ever loved before.
The thought and idea that I didn’t want to go out and kill, that he’d absorbed the dark energy I’d felt was a constant presence in my life.
Ezra, in more ways than one, had sucked it right out of me.
“I love you,” I told him. I kept telling him.
We’d been at the house for a couple of days.
I’d been coordinating a lawyer for him, someone who could be properly vetted to be on our side, but some of them had seen that we’d be going against Nexovex, and for whatever reason, they just weren’t interested.
I knew they’d had one of their own come and try to kill Ezra, which had played on my mind.
Perhaps this wasn’t the first time they’d killed someone.
Perhaps people were afraid to work against the company, not because of a trial that might last years, but because they weren’t afraid of killing.
There was a high-tech computer system within the house that helped me co-ordinate and operate the security systems in place around us, like the pressure plates in the ground that didn’t explode but alerted a recording device in case I wasn’t home to catch them in the act.
Ezra was completely fascinated by it all, with the exception of not being able to see what the firm had on him for them to be trying to kill him.
We were in the large leather chair at the six-monitor screen stitching—one was dedicated for surveillance, another for notes, and the rest of them switched between banking and intel.
“You don’t need to worry yourself with this,” I told him. “I’m taking care of this; I’m taking care of you.”
“I know, I know,” he said, sitting on my lap as we swiveled around on the chair. “We could probably get them for wrongful termination too, since they can’t fire me after I did the whole whistleblower act.” He rubbed his head against my chest.
“Even if you are fired, and they try dragging that out too, I’ll take care of you,” I said.
I didn’t want him to stop working, but I wanted him to know that with me, he had the freedom to chase his dreams and do whatever he wanted.
“We’ll give it a couple more days, see if these other law firms get back to us, then we’ll see what that agent has for us. ”
Ezra was looking at my screens. “Jeez, how much money do you have?” He picked his head up and pressed fingers to the screen, scrolling down as it listed all my assets and accounts from across the globe. “There’s like five—six—no, seven properties here,” he said.
I laughed. “It’s not cheap, buying houses.”
He continued to gawk and gaze at the numbers. “You have accounts in the Caymans, Swiss bank—wow.”
“Don’t forget Singapore,” I said, still laughing. “In fact, once this is all over, maybe we could take a trip to Asia. Somewhere warm.”
He sank into my chest against. “I think I’d prefer to stay on this side of the world. I—I don’t want to be within reach of my parents.”
“Oh, fuck, sorry.” I wrapped him in a squeezing hug, like I was a weighted blanket around him. “Then maybe we go colder. Switzerland is nice, at all times of the year.”
He snort-laughed, looking up at me from my chest. He raised a hand and played through the facial hair on my chin before rubbing my lips like he was zinging guitar strings. I pouted for him, giving him some extra lip to play with.
“So, what are these other houses you own?” he asked, resolving his short playfulness with his head to my chest again.
“I—I don’t even want to think about what they’re going to do with my apartment now.
I bet they’ll turn it over, tear out the fixtures, and claw it back as having their IP or something. ”
I thought about the initial question, mostly because I didn’t know where all my places were, but then something he said in the second statement caught my attention. “What IP would they be searching for?” I asked.
Ezra squeaked. “I don’t know, but you know, like they’ll—”
“Ez,” I said, tipping his chin and cocking my knee to push him higher on my body. “What are you keeping from me?”
Those eyes could’ve sent ships to war a thousand years ago, but right now, all they’d get is a kiss from me and a little more prying. He wasn’t getting off that lightly.
“I have documents,” he whispered to me. “They haven’t been printed, they’re still on the thumb drive, and I can’t say anything else. In case the lawyers involve you in this.”
“Kitten, I think I’ll be involved either way. I’ve practically kidnapped you.”
He giggled. “Well, I wouldn’t have anyone else kidnap me,” he said. “Only you.”
I kissed him. “Tell me about these documents, and why someone is trying to kill you for them.”
Like I’d beaten it from him, he let out one exhausted sigh against me, draping both arms by my side. “It’s a document the CEO signed to have the results of the trial disregarded. It’s the only document that counts.”
“Okay, this is good,” I said, “I don’t know why you hid this from me.”
He smirked, but behind that smile and those eyes he was full of worry and tears.
“I hid it because, well, I actually didn’t have it until you brought it to me.
And I feel awful because I know this isn’t just about me, this is about all those families who lost people.
They didn’t get closure. In fact, they didn’t get anything. And that’s wrong.”
“What did I—” It was obvious now, it was in Mr. Thimble. “I’m glad I found him. He was hiding in the space between the nightstand and the bed, you know. Maybe we were going a little too rough that night.”
“Glad you stayed over.”
“Me too, and not just because I saved your life, but because you saved mine as well.”
We lay back as much as we could on the comfy leather office chair, swaying from left to right as my feet guided the swivel of it. “I promise we’ll get that fucker. He’s not getting away with killing people.”
Ezra snorted. “That’s why I don’t want you getting involved with the lawyer and the FBI. You’ve—you’ve killed people.” His voice turned quiet, like someone was listening, and he glanced to the computer screens. “And you got paid for it. Right?”
“Right. I have a lot of protection too,” I said—a partial lie now, and I didn’t want to lie to him. “I have some protection, I think. How about after a couple more days here, seeing if I can whip up a legal team, we head over to the mainland?”
He nodded. “I think we’re also running low on food.”
“No way, this place is stocked for months. There’s an entire basement with rations.”
Ezra teased me, calling me a doomsday prepper.
Around Ezra, I didn’t know who I was. I wasn’t trying to punch my out aggression on the jaws of people in cage brawls.
I would, but Ezra’s effect on me was a neutralizer.
Maybe this was the first time I’d ever been in love, perhaps that’s what this feeling was.
It was strange.
* * *
After all the searching, we finally had three lawyers who were willing to work together with us on the case.
Lena Vasquez, Dillon Betts, and Riley Novak.
Each of them ran their own firms. They were scrappy, and each of them had won some form of healthcare fraud case.
They were more than eager to help Ezra, and they were just as eager to go for the jugular s of the CEO as I was.
We were on a video call, and the three faces stared back at us. Ezra was in the big seat as I stood behind him, a hand on his shoulder, helping him stay calm and in control over his emotions on this
“We can get to work on this immediately,” Lena Vasquez said, her image appearing larger as she spoke. “I’ve got brothers who know these streets. We’ll make sure it’s safe for you to come back here and really get the work done.”
“I agree,” Dillon said, his picture now appearing.
He looked a bit too strait-laced to be helping, almost like he should’ve been on the opposition.
“I’m so happy to be part of this. We have a benefactor who’s more than willing to pump funds into this, so they won’t be able to bleed us dry over time. ”
The third person, Riley, with they/them pronouns, was also on the video call.
They were quieter, although their appearance was loud.
Bright blue hair, three nose piercings, and an eyebrow slit.
“The Novak Defiance will work hard to make sure the PR on your case doesn’t make you look like the bad person.
We know how much these things can fuck with your image. ”
The tension and heat radiating from Ezra’s body increased.
I squeezed lightly on him, letting him know I was still there, but trying not to say anything.
I knew the brothers Lena was referring to, and I knew the work Riley had done in PR before.
I didn’t know too much about Dillon, other than that he came from a rich family. The Betts.
“Once we’ve gotten your signature, we’ll work on getting information from the FBI,” Lena said. “And once we know what we’re working with, we can get you back here and expedite some hearings.”
“Let’s get these fuckers,” Dillon laughed.
“Just stay put,” Riley added. “We’ll work together to create a strategy, and we’re glad those other firms you reached out to declined to work with you. I’ve worked with Lena and Dillon before on other high profile pharma cases.”
Ezra sank into the seat, his picture on the screen nodding back at him it seemed. “I saw the work you did to put that guy behind bars for hiking up the pricing on the anti-viral AIDS drug.”
Lena let out a chuckle. “It wasn’t what we got him for, though.”
“No, we but that’s what the public knows, and you eventually got it put on record, so it was added to his character,” Riley snickered.
“We’ll get this sorted out for you,” Dillon said. “I also heard you went to Whitespire.”
Ezra hiked up in his chair and reached for my arm. It was the sign.
“Okay, everyone,” I said, peering into view of them on the camera. “We’ll have to call it there. But please send over the docs we’ve got to sign, and Riley, if you could also make sure my name is nowhere near this. I’ll pay your firm a lot for that.”
They nodded. “Of course. I’ll follow-up with you afterwards.”
“Same email,” I said.
The web call ended and the window turned to one big reflection of us from the webcam.
I reached over and closed it back to the screen.
Ezra stared up at me, the leather squeaking under his movement.
I knew it was going to be hard going on this, but we had a team now, and I didn’t care how much it cost.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Ezra said to me.
“Me?” I asked him, stroking his cute face. “I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about you. I want you to know I’ll do anything to get this settled and sorted.”
“Anything?” he asked with a snort of laughter. “What type of anything?”
Running my thumb under his chin, I lifted it until he met my lips with his.
One long kiss, as if I was trying to remember the softness of his mouth and the smell of his kin.
I lingered, opening my mouth slightly and licking his lips with the tip of my tongue.
He tried leaning in further, rubbing himself on my beard.
“I don’t think we’ve fucked everywhere yet,” I said.
He giggled. “Like right here?”
“Good idea.” I was already pushing my sweats off behind the chair. “You wanna come sit on Daddy’s lap, kitten?”
Ezra practically slipped off the chair for me, keeping constant eye contact. His need met mine for contact, it was feral, the urge only deepened by all the time we were spending together. Our bodies could’ve glued themselves together with the amount of time we spent touching.
I took the office chair in front of all my screens, and Ezra took to his knees in front of me.
His hands were immediately stretching up the length of my inner thighs, getting a little too close for comfort to my hard-on.
His touch tickled against my hair, and his eyes were locked onto mine until he found my low hanging balls, and my cock, twitching across my waist, in what would’ve been cum gutters if you could have seen the definition of my body without the tattoos.
I let him suck deep, to the back of his throat, with my hands on his head for encouragement.
“Sit,” I reminded him through my pleasured groan.
He slowly removed the head of my cock from his mouth, his tongue rubbing against the tip. “Yes, Sir.”
I didn’t want to waste any more time. I lifted him myself, letting his light body balance on me while I stuck two fingers in his mouth before working them inside his ass.
He moaned into my face, then rested his adorable head against my neck where he planted his teeth gently to leave his mark.
I loved all the playful little bites he’d given me, they blended in with my tattoos.
And they were a show of quiet power, which I was desperate for him to have, especially when people were trying to kill him.
My cock went deep almost immediately, and his teeth almost drew blood with the pressure he applied His vibrating moan pulsed into my skin, and I squeezed my hands tight around his back, listening to those tiny pops that happened when he stretched.
He bounced on it, generated a rhythm in speed with the beat of my thrusts.
“I’m so proud of you,” I whispered as he unlatched himself.
His big eyes stared at me and his mouth opened with a continuous moan, followed by the white strings of cum and warmth of his load up against my chest. I fucked him harder, into the tightness of his hole. I wasn’t stopping until I released.
It was the release we both needed, the relief. I squeezed him in a hold and kissed his neck, whispering all the ways that I loved him, and on the fourth thrust, I came inside him. My little cream-filled Twinkie. All full.
“I love you,” he whispered back in a heavy breath.
We stayed together, sticky, warm, and exhausted.
As my eyes closed and my hand stroked down Ezra’s spine, counting the bones, a flash of red appeared on all my monitors.