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“I’m not a fucking child,” I snap. “I am a grown man! If I want to help, then that is my decision. My friend was kidnapped, and I will do whatever it takes to get him back.”

I can see Mom readying herself to argue, but Vince wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her into his side.

“You’re right, Ashby. You're an adult, and this is your decision,” Vince says. Mom huffs, glaring up at the intimidating man. Vince pretends not to notice and pulls Mom with him as he heads inside. “Marcus can show you where we have been keeping Matthew.”

Marcus, one of Vince’s many guards, motions for us to follow.

“I know where the fucking basement is,” Storm grumbles, following behind Marcus.

I pat his hand. “I know you do.”

* * *

Matthew’s faceis barely recognizable, and his once-expensive suit lays in tatters on the ground. Storm has been working him over for thirty minutes, and I can tell he is about to break. His chest is heaving, his crooked fingers trembling in their restraints, and tears have left trails on his dirty cheeks. I’d never gotten the pleasure of watching Storm work before he left. I wasn't allowed to take part in the family business. I know there's something twisted and broken inside of me because I haven't been able to get rid of the boner I sprouted since he started.

“Please,” Matthew sobs, spit and blood spilling down his chin. “No… no more.”

Storm scoffs and pats Matthew’s cheek in a patronizing and aggressive manner.

“I’ve barely even gotten started. Don't tell me you're going to fold already.” Storm scowls, clearly annoyed his game will be cut short.

“Shortly after I was hired as the front desk attendant, I was approached with an offer,” Matthew says to me, clearly realizing I am the one who will listen. Storm grumbles and moves to stand behind Matthew, arms crossed and face twisted into a pout. Fuck he’s hot.

“What was the offer?” I ask, keeping my voice soft and comforting.

“They just wanted me to watch your comings and goings and send them weekly updates. I didn't see the harm and could use the extra money, so I agreed,” he says, his voice desperate. “That went on for a few weeks, and then they wanted more.” He pauses and glances over his shoulder towards where Storm is hovering, twirling a knife between his fingers. “They wanted me to help them get into the building. I refused at first. Information about your coming and going was one thing. Anyone who watched the building would be able to figure that out, but they offered me even more money and… I accepted. It took some time to get everything set up perfectly. I had to sneak into the security office to upload the program to let them shut off the cameras and find a time when you would be home.”

“But you failed,” I snap, anger churning in my gut. “All your time and effort, and you didn't even get me.”

“You weren't supposed to come down, and your friend wasn't supposed to be there. It wasn't my fault.” He chokes out a gasp, body folding in half as his breath wheezes from him. Storm grabs his hair and pulls him back upright, removing his fist from the man’s stomach.

“Who hired you?” Storm growls.

“I don’t know,” Matthew rasps, a startled shout slipping free when Storm shakes him roughly with his grip on his hair. “I don’t! I only met the man in person once, and he was wearing a hat, sunglasses and a face mask. He was careful not to let me see his face, and when we spoke after that, it was via a burner phone he gave me.” Matthew screams as Storm forces his finger backwards, the bone shattering under the force. I cringe as Storm releases his hold and the digit remains twisted at an unnatural angle. “Ple… please,” Matthew begs between sobs, snot running down his blotchy face. “He changed his voice, kept himself covered, and never gave away any personal details. The money was left at a drop spot. I swear!” Another crack sounds, and Matthew’s last straight finger bends to match the rest.

“I believe you,” Storm says, threading his fingers through Matthew’s sweaty hair. “Unfortunately, that means you are no longer of use to us.”

“No! Wait!” Matthew screams, eyes so wide they look like his eyeballs might fall out. “Please!”

His screams turn to gurgled cries as Storm’s blade slices through his neck like butter. Blood spurts into the air, filling the room with the overwhelming scent of copper.

“Fuck,” Storm growls, feral eyes racking over my body. I can feel the blood seeping through my clothes and dripping down my neck.

“You couldn’t have warned me so I could step out of the way?” I ask, wiping at the blood on my lower face.

“But then I would have missed out on this pretty picture,” Storm says, voice husky. I can see the solid bulge tenting his dress pants, and my mouth waters.

“You did such a good job getting the information out of him,” I reply, taking a small step toward Storm. I flutter my lashes and lick my lips, peeking up at him in a way I know will make him crazy. “I think that deserves a reward.”

“Oh yeah, Sunshine?” he asks, fire burning in his eyes. “What kind of reward did you have in mind?”

“Sit, please,” I request, giving his shoulder a light push until he falls into the metal chair across from Matthew’s cooling corpse. I fall to my knees before Storm and spread his knees wide, fingers moving to the button on his pants. “Thank you for working so hard to find my friend.”

“Anything for your sunshine. You know that.” Storm’s knuckles turn white where he grips the edge of his seat as I tug his pants down and free his thick leaking cock. “Fuck, baby. Are you gonna suck my cock? Did watching me work get you so hungry for me that you couldn’t even wait until we were cleaned off before you had a taste of me?”

I nod, leaning forward to lick my tongue up his ridged length, collecting the pearly bead of precome from the mushroom head. Storm groans loudly, his head falling back. The muscles in his neck strain, and I swear I hear the metal chair creaking beneath his brutal grip.

“Will you help me?” I ask, and Storm’s wide gaze snaps to mine. “Show me what you might like?”

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