Page 13 of Psychos In Love
“Even if you have a smart mouth, it is good for a cum dump.” I hold her head down as the last drop of cum slides down her throat. I pull her from my mouth. “Now, you will stay in this room and when I get back, you’ll do everything I say. Do you understand me?”
I watch her look up at me, slobber and cum running down her chin. “Yes Sir.” I stroke her face. Such a soft face. No scars or rough patches. Nothing like the whores I used to bang.
“Good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I let her face go and leave the room. Fucking feelings are creeping up on me. I can’t think about, much less explain, how she’s making me feel. Hypnos meets me in the hallway with his tablet. Looking at the report, I feel extreme anger take place over anything I was just feeling for my little Charlotte.
“Thirty-two dead. Seventeen in intensive care. The explosion took not only Kelley’s Lounge, but the brewery beside it. And the skate shop behind.” I listen to what Hypnos has to say. This is a shit storm. “I’ve already called the hospital. We will cover the bills. I’ve sent messengers ahead to all of the families.”
I nod as we make our way to the car. “Do not leave this house Ayres.” Ayres looks at me and I smirk. Ayres hates sitting on the sideline, but I can’t leave Charlotte with Hypnos. Hypnos is too sentimental toward the girl. Hell, I don’t trust myself alone with her; there is no telling what I might do to her.
When we get to the whorehouse, I become even more enraged. This attack was personal. No one blows up an entire city block in the dingiest part of town without it being personal. “The drug value we lost is estimated around two hundred and fifty thousand. The night deposit is estimated around seventy-five thousand.”
Fuck. My mind splits into different thoughts.Who the fuck did this?I get out of the car and head straight toward the back of the building, or at least where the back used to be. Looking over the area, I move some rubble around until I find what I’m looking for. The small lock box is open. Only my stepbrothers and I know about this box.
“This was a personal mission,” I growl at Hypnos.
“Yep. And that’s not all.” I turn to him. There’s a message on his tablet. Looking at the words, my blood boils in my veins.
“Officer Torrez, lead investigator, rules this as accidental due to a small gas leak.”
Fucking Officer Torrez has been after us for a decade. Of course she ruled it as a bogus gas leak. I groan and throw the little safe box down. The plans to expand our empire, gone. Blown up and stolen.
“We have to pull all the cameras to find out who was here. We must find who’s trying to encroach on our territory.”
Hypnos is quiet once again, pecking away at the damn tablet. “I’ll get them. For now, we have to get to the docks. The men are having problems with the machines. They keep saying it’s some kind of override that’s stopping them from working.”
I slam the car door. “For fuck’s sake. What the bloody hell is going on? Who the hell grew some balls all of a sudden?”
Hypnos drives us to the docks in silence. I stare out the front window, contemplating whether our little rabbit has something to do with this trouble. And why I feel like she’s going to be the doom of us all.And I wonder why I don’t mind that at all?
Hypnos fishes out a spot for us at the docks and I look at the chaos going down. Before I get out of the car, Hypnos grabs my arm and I instinctively turn to him. “What?”
“Charlotte Camillo.”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. “The fuck?”Camillo.That name changed my life ten years ago and I never thought I’d hear it again. Cold chills run down the length of my spine. My hands shake with a feeling I never thought I’d have again.
“Her fingerprints finally came back. She’s the young girlyoulet live.” Hypnos’ voice sounds like it’s in a tunnel. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. My mind explodes as he keeps talking, his words sound far away as my mind spins. Talk about a full circle. As I get out of the car, I walk to the docks and it hits me.
“Haydes.” That motherfucker. We were partners before Ayres caught him trying to steal our territory.
“Exactly what I was thinking. Besides, doing a little bit of research shows he went legit. He’s a retired social worker. And guess who one of his kids was?”
I didn’t need to guess. “Charlotte.”
“Bingo.”
I watchthem scramble to put the pieces together. A smile creeps up on my face—enjoying that they have no clue what to do from here. One minute they were at the whorehouse, the next they were getting a call about their docks. It’s a bait and hook type of situation. One that I know how to do well. It’s how I kept Charlotte in my care all those years.
Knowing my enemy, I knew they would go to investigate the explosion. I also knew that Kronos would want to get home as soon as possible because he was uncertain about Charlotte. I’ve watched them with her. Hypnos is in love with her. He’s a prick and what he does to her is bullshit. But he loves her. Ayres isn’t far behind. I know this and that means it’ll only take Kronos falling for her for them to keep her forever. That’s not an option.
So, I made a diversion. I can’t let them catch on to my plan. Not yet anyway. With the click of an app on my tablet, I hacked the secure system on the docks. Every machine turned on. Every man working there scrambled to turn off the machines. They didn’t know they couldn’t. I’m controlling them from Hypnos’ computer, and I laugh at that thought. The arrogant bastards just don’t think anyonewouldorcouldhack them. Too late.
This will set back their operations as I move the machines to knock product into the water. One machine even overheated. I chuckle at the idea of a fire going off in their drug stash. Ah the irony, they tried to bring the drugs into their legitimate business and it’s all going up in flames, literally.
Hypnos will be onto the situation in a matter of minutes, so I put in a black box code that will keep him from his computers at the office. He’ll know someone hacked his system. It will make him a formidable foe once he catches wind of the issue. Too bad I’m leaving a trace that will show him it was one of his own employees that back stabbed them.
The moan catches my attention and I turn to my other tablet. “Little bird,” I whisper as I watch as she struggles to get out of the room. I growl at myself for being turned on. She bangs her fist on the door, kicking it. Such a temper. Her temper—in the past—made me rock hard. Now I’m seeping cum, wanting more from her.
