Jacob quickly finished dressing and pulled Troye out of the room a bit of adrenaline kicking in from the blowjob and the fact that they were being watched.
The note sat between his fingers like a lit fuse just waiting to go off. It felt heavier than just a simple piece of paper as he placed it in the pocket of his security guard.
"Analyze the handwriting, push it through the lab regarding anyone with a family tattoo correlating with the last name Banzett. We are looking for a male around mine and Troye's age. We have a psycho on our hands."
Jacob pulled away gently guiding Troye through the building and back out the door. The minute they exited the building a smile washed over his face as if he transformed from business to pleasure simply by leaving the business 1 step behind.
"Meetings are a bore aren't they?"
Troye smiled, pushing into his chest. A small smirk pushed its way onto his face as he thought about the last events details carved in the back of his brain forever.
"The ending was nice don't you agree Mr.Bixenman?"
Jacob hummed with laughter as he held his door open for Troye to slid easily inside. His driver tipped his hat at them as Jacob sat in his seat beside Troye.
"Home."
He leaned back still in deep thought about all the problems ahead. They were leaving for New York in under a week. The Banzett business had to be solved but he doubted that would happen before the new year. He looked at Troye who starred out the window still taking in the town and decided not to disturb him.
He thought to himself about all his possibilities. What would his father do? He sure as hell wouldn't go to the police. So maybe Jacob should, but that comes with a price. Troye would yet again be thrown in a negative spotlight everyone in London knowing about the prostitute that got lucky with Mr. Jacob Bixenman. He couldn't do that to him. It would just stay their little devious secret until further information was unearthed.
Troye sat beside him silently as the rippled through the gates of the estate. The black and gold never noticed by Jacob, they shined brightly in the sun. Sparkling behind Troye's head as he watched it dissapear and the shade of the trees set over his face. The guards gave the car suspicious looks. Making faces at Jacob that meant something he couldn't read. He looked around for cop, reporters anyone out of the ordinary.
Troye patted his thigh as they stopped in front of the marble stairs of his mansion. A mansions that sat coldly on the lawn, a menacing look etched on its front door.
"Jacob are you okay?"
He nodded trying to place the familiar feeling as they exited the car. His hand moving to Troye's waist guiding him like he guided him everywhere. A maid opened the door for them smiling as she held the door open widely. An odd gesture, the smile hid something begs in it as he walked in his very own living room he saw the silver hair that made his stomach flip.
His arm raveled tighter around Troye waist pulling him closer as the women's green eyes shone brightly at him. Her demeanor brought one emotion to his gut : power. That's what she was, a powerful women who knew not only what she wanted but how to get it.
"Hello Jacob. Who's your friend?"
He noticed how tightly he was holding onto Troye and he let his hand loosely snake away to simply replace his touch onto his shoulder. He squeezed lightly as the curiosity filled Troye's eyes, probably wondering who this woman was.
"Hello grandma. It's a bit early for Christmas surprises don't you think?"
She likes Jacob now, he knew that, but the way she acted around new people. The cold bitterness she could portray bothered him ever so lightly. She stood up approaching the pair and placed a kiss on both of Jacob's cheeks parting them like any other grandma would.
