Captured by the Mafia (Completed)

Chapter 8

Vegas

I had to walk out of that room before I did something I would regret. What I wanted to do to him would have hurt him... I wanted to strip myself bare and fuck him senseless. I'd never been one to hold myself back from something I wanted, but my timid little mouse is bringing out the good in me. I'd planned on fingering him roughly to show him exactly who it was he was dealing with, and yet again, I somehow managed to tamp down the darkness rushing through my veins. He fell apart on my hand, and I swear it was the sexiest goddamn thing I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Bringing the fingers that were inside his channel not so long ago to my lips, I lick them clean, sucking on them, still tasting his release on them. My cock hardens painfully, and I stop mid-step. I could turn around and make him suck me off... I clench my jaw, still feeling slightly on edge. The thought is very tempting, but I think it's best to leave things the way they are right now, even more so since I called a meeting this morning. I walk downstairs and into my office. My gaze lands on Macau, who's already waiting for me. He's early, earlier than usual, and he's sitting in front of my desk, his feet propped up on it, looking as if I had left him waiting for hours. I don't like the look he's giving me, not even a fucking little. "You can wipe that annoying look off your face before I lose it and wipe it off for you... with my fist." "Well, aren't we in a great mood today." Macau drops his feet from the desk, his gaze piercing mine. He has no idea... not even the slightest clue. "Any update on Daddy Dearest?" Macau asks as I settle into the chair behind my desk. All of this stuff with Mouse has had my head in the clouds. I haven't been able to focus on anything but him for the last couple of days, but now that he's awake, I feel like I can finally walk away from him without fear of him dying. 

"Yes and no. Remember how I had asked you to keep your ear to the ground about his brother?" Macau nodded. "Well, he mentioned something about a flesh auction." I smirk. "And you remember how much Father loves those. I'll bet you anything that he is going to put some people up. Maybe we can track him that way. Find the brother, see what he knows. Maybe he can lead us to him? It's along shot but it's all we have right now." "And once you find him, what are you going to do? Go in there guns blazing again?" "What else are we going to do? The man has been hiding for years without us knowing." The truth was my father had been hiding for a long time in the shadows. One of our guards helped him get away... I was so stupid not to make sure he was dead before having them haul his body away. Betrayal didn't sit well with me, and I knew the moment I found out my father was alive someone had helped him. I remembered the guard and went to interrogate him. The look on his face when I confronted him was a mixture of fear and shock. I'm sure he expected to die for his indiscretions, and he did. "From the looks of it, he's been moving, never staying anywhere for too long." I tap my long fingers against the desk. "That's because he knows we're coming for him. If he's smart, he'll keep moving, keep hiding, because when we get our hands on him, he'll be praying for a quick death. I'm hoping that I can find him at this auction and put an end to his disgraceful life." Macau's expression mirrors my own. He wants to make certain our father dies, too. After all, he has a beautiful husband that he needs to protect. 

"How is the boy?" He smirks, as if he knows the hell I've been through the last couple of days. I can't share with him the kindness I have shown him. Not because I don't want my brother to know I care about someone; he already knows I care about V. I'd kill for him, but I didn't care for anyone who wasn't blood, and Mouse definitely wasn't blood. "Fine," I answer, wiping my face of any emotion. "Is he really fine?" he presses. "Because you look tired as hell, and I'm guessing it's not from being up all night with V." "I'm fine. He is fine. I haven't killed him yet, so I suppose that's good news, right?" I lift a brow. Laughter bursts out of Macau's throat at my response. "I guess, but you can't really fuck a dead body...." He pauses, his gaze widening. "I mean, unless you're into that thing, and if so, you're fucking disgusting." I shake my head at his nonsense. "Explain to me why I invited you here again?" Truthfully, and I'd never tell my brother this, but I'd love having him back in the house. This place is as much his as it is mine and having him here with me reminds me of the power we'd hold over everyone if we'd work together. "Honestly, I don't know, but I'm starting to think it's to annoy me." He pauses briefly, and I can tell he wants to say something. He rubs his hands down the front of his pants like he is nervous. "Something you want to tell me?" Macau's face deadpans, "Not really but since you shared V with me, I guess I should share mine with you, so... Tay is pregnant." I blink, then I force a smile. Men like my brother and I aren't cut out for the family life. The white picket fence and two and a half kids. Looking at my brother's face, all I see is worry.