Porcelain

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Josiah's POV

"Hey guys, watch this." Trey's voices were heard from the living room and soon everyone was gathered around his computer that was placed on his lap.

"What is it?" I took one long look and saw a law firm's website decor the screen. Immediately I groaned. "What has he done this time?" My thoughts were at Axton, being fully aware that he was the more troublesome in their relationship and that Trey would do anything to help him get out of it.

"He? Axton, you mean?" He bemusedly snorted meanwhile his boyfriend looked rather pissed of.

"Why do you always assume that I'm the bad guy here, huh?" He stood up from his place next to Trey and straightened his neck, something he always did to intimidate others since he wasn't as tall as he'd like.

"Shit. Don't tell me you got him pregnant." Emeka was on the way to going into hysterics and started pacing around the room.

"Jesus Christ Emeka! It's a lawyers firm. What the heck would we do with a lawyer if I got him pregnant?" I snorted at their stupidity and shook my head.

"Axton what you said is one of the dumbest things ever. 'Cause maybe the fact that you're both guys is a whole lot better argument to why Trey isn't pregnant!" A long sigh escaped me. "I mean I know that we all sprang from apes but you sure as hell didn't spring far enough."

"Hey!" Trey said who seemed to have taken in the conversation with slight confusion. "Who says that I would be the mother if Axton and I were parents?" I shoot him a 'really' look and then after a long while he continued with what he was going to show us. He moved the mouse to the tab 'workers' and clicked.

"This guy, this guy right here is the man was going to pay a visit to. Tonight." He pointed his finger at a man in his late forties, named Jack Condram. In the picture, he was smiling brightly in his suit and newly shaved face. Under his name stood his title: Vice President.

"Why would we do that?" I frowned and continued reading the information about Mr. Condram on the screen.

"′ Cause Jack here was in charge of Rebekah's case. The case that all of a sudden, despite the evidence of her personal safety was classified as a 'run away from home' scenario." Trey looked at us in the reflection of the white background on the page and sighed. "Am I the only one who sees the problem here? They had put bodyguards for her protection! Cops don't do that 'just in case' 'cause their resources are limited, they do that because they're certain that someone's life's on the line."

Axton put his hand on Trey's shoulder to calm him down from his outburst.

"I'm sorry but I wanna find out why her parents were brutally murder, she then disappears and is tortured into some sick mental manipulation. Why drag more attention to yourself after that, huh?"

"So you think that they, or he" Axton pointed at Jack's picture, "covered something up?" He nodded.

"But maybe they just moved her to a hidden location and said what they did as a precaution to the persons who wanted her dead." Trey now stood up from my statement and took something out of his pocket. The USB.

"You think that where she was for over a year was safe? Rebekah suffered through hell and I wanna know which suit stick was responsible." Few times had I seen Trey mad and now the anger captivated him like a cage. For once I was almost sorry for the person who had to face his rage.

"We'll leave in an hour." Was my final order.

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"Trey, you take the door and knock our usual; two-one signal if someone comes out as a threat. Axton, Emeka, and I, we-" I couldn't continue my instruction because Trey decided to interrupt.

"No!" He had his eyebrows knotted and was beginning to lean forward in his seat to the front where I sat.

"What do you mean no? That's the plan and that's what we're going with, period."

"I don't fucking care, I'm gonna be in on it this time! It was my idea, my information that leads us here and it's my fucking responsibility as her brother!" Complete silence filled the car and only Trey's heavy breathing was heard.

After roughly a minute he opened the door, as I had driven to the curb seconds after his outburst, and walked out. Axton was right behind him and pulled him up from his squatting position and held him tight to his chest as I sighed deeply and rested my head on the steering wheel.

′Brother? Why hadn't he told us?″

"I'm going out to help." I said to Emeka who sat next to me at the front, totally dumbfounded mumbling 'did we know about this?'. A got a weak mumble as a reply and headed towards one of the persons in my life who felt like my own blood and really needed my help right now.

I saw him still deep snuggled up in Axton's embrace who whispered soothing words and drew undistinguished patterns at the back of his neck.

Feeling like a disturbed the moment I cleared my throat to catch their attention. Trey's eyes meet mine and they were strained red, looking irritated.

"Get in." When he stayed in place I took out my ear piece that could just as the others help us communicate with each other but in addition also controlled the other devices if needed.

"When we get back home I want you to tell me why you haven't said anything earlier. But for now, let's not lose anymore focus and get in charge. From now on we're all under your command so don't let your emotions get the best of you, I trust you." I patted his back and didn't wait for a reply as I went straight for the seat Emeka was in and asked him to sit at the back, which he confusedly but obediently did when he saw Trey coming for the drive seat.

"Josiah, I-"

"Don't. We're wasting time." I wasn't good at the conversational combined with the emotional part of life and that was well known.

I caught a small grin on his face as he put the key in the ignition.

Then we went of.

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