Page 24 of Slay Tricksters and Silent Skeletons
“Name,” he growled.
“F-Fuck you,” the man hissed, his teeth chattering so hard, he damn near bit his tongue off.
“That’s your name?” Niran deadpanned, making me snicker. “Give me your fucking name, old man, or I’ll start cutting off your fingers. I’m not in the mood to play goddamn games.”
“Joaquin Martinez,” he choked out.
“You’re Rico’s father, no? Where the fuck were you his entire childhood?” Alfonzo asked.
“His mother took off with him,” the man rushed out, teeth still chattering. Blood spilled down his chin. He’d no doubt bitten the inside of his mouth a couple of times. “I didn’t have the money to find him, and when I did, he shut me down. Turned me away. Told me I was a piece of shit who didn’t try hard enough.”
That sounded about right.
“So, now that Rico’s made something of himself, built this empire from the ground up, you think he fucking owes you and your piece of shit son some of it?” Alfonzo demanded, true anger on his best friend’s behalf bleeding into his voice. “Rico doesn’t owe you a fucking thing. But you know what youdoowe him?” Alfonzo leaned in as Niran stepped back, bringing his face so close to Joaquin’s, the older man went cross-eyed. “You owe him your fucking life.”
“And you owe it to Bento, too,” Niran growled. “You damn near killed my man, andthat?” He looked between the two of them, his mask slipping. The true monster that lived beneath Niran’s skin came out to play, making my dick hard all while a chill swept down my spine. “That will be paid for in fuckingblood. For every drop he spilled, I’ll make sure you both drop just as much.”
“It was all his idea!” the younger guy blurted, looking truly panicked. “I told him to leave Rico alone, but he?—”
“If you didn’t agree, then you should have cut ties,” Niran told him, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. “Instead, you held my man at knife point and went along with this dumb fucking idea anyway.”
Without warning, Niran stepped forward and began strategically cutting into the younger man’s skin. Blood gushed from the wounds, and the manscreamed. Rico’s father pleaded with Niran, but it fell on deaf ears. Niran had no interest in stopping. In fact, my man looked to beenjoyinghimself.
Blood splattered Niran’s face and soaked his hands and forearms. And he looked the calmest and most at peace I’deverseen him. And fuck, he looked likemine. Getting revenge for me, angry on my behalf, making those mother fuckers pay for trying to take me from him…
Yeah, Niran wasallmine.
When the younger man finally slumped, his skin a ghastly pale color from blood loss, Niran moved on to Joaquin. A smirk curved his lips, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to Joaquin’s ear.
Joaquinsobbed, his fear so strong, I could taste it on my tongue.
“I’ll see you in hell, and when I eventually get there, I’m going to make you fucking pay for this shit there, too. You’ll be dealing with me foreternity.”
And then, he proceeded to do the same thing to Joaquin that he did to Joaquin’s son.
EPILOGUE
Niran
Bento moaned into my mouth as I gripped his hips, pounding up into him harder and faster. It was almost seven in the morning. I should have had my daily meeting with the bodyguards and security detail already, butfuck. When Bento had woken me up with his mouth around my cock, my schedule went to shit. And I didn’t even give a fuck.
Especially not when he was bouncing on my cock like a fucking porn star, all those beautiful, sleek muscles on display. His shoulder was healed now, and after six months of physical therapy, he’d returned to work as Anurak’s personal guard. He’d lost some of his muscle mass during that time, but he’d been working hard and diligently to bulk back up, andfuck, the work he was doing was goddamn magnificent.
“Fuck,kon-dii,” I rasped, my eyes locking on his. His lids were heavy as he looked down at me, and when he rolled his kiss-swollen bottom lip into his mouth and sank his teeth into it, I growled, my thrusts growing erratic. He got that look in his eyes—the one that told me he’d done that on purpose—but I didn’t care. Bento had learned how to play me like a string to get what he wanted from me, but he and I both knew I simply allowed it.
I liked it when my man was a cheeky little shit.
“I need you to come,” I growled. “I’m fucking close,kon-dii. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
He leaned in, kissing me again, and when I sank my teeth into that plump bottom lip, he cried out, the sound muffled by our kiss, before he spilled between us, his cum splashing across my abs. Snarling, I thrust up into him three more times, then growled his name, coming inside of him and filling him up. Marking him as mine from the inside.
Bento slumped forward, his breaths panting into my ear as he rested his head on my shoulder. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and bent my legs at the knee in an effort to keep my softening cock inside of him. Bento was a slut for my cum, and he liked to wear a plug. Only problem was, the plug was on his nightstand all the way on the other side of the bed.
“I don’t want to move,” Bento groaned.
I hummed and stroked my fingertips down his spine. “We can’t stay here all day. I’m already late, and I’m sure Rico will be up soon.” Bento had to be ready to be posted up outside their bedroom door the moment Rico was ready to leave Anurak for the morning. Bento had never been late, but I dreaded the day he was. And if he didn’t get a move on, that day would be today.
Rico would rip him a new asshole if he wasn’t there on time, and there wouldn’t be anything I could do to stop it.
