Page 2 of For the love of Kane

“She’s fine, Papa. Why don’t you come to see her? I’m sure she’d love that.”

“I can’t.” I hear him talking to someone in the background and grind my teeth. He’s currently on a long extended vacation with wife number five, and I’d love nothing more than to slit her fucking throat. “I’ll have to call you back. Get it done before it’s too late.”

The call disconnects, and I toss my phone on the desk, pissed at myself for even answering it. These conversations have gone the same way ever since he found out that I have someone in my ranks telling all the family secrets. Not that he was any better before, but he at least left me the hell alone. Even at thirty-seven, he still breathes down my neck.

I look at the clock and decide I need to start getting everything in place for tonight.

After all, I have a reputation to uphold—that I’m not a fucking coward.

* * *

At nine-fifteen, Blaze comes running out of the house and slides into the limo that’s been waiting for him.

“I said nine.”

“Oh, come on. I’m fifteen minutes late. I got a little carried away with Elijah.”

The limo pulls around the circle driveway, and I turn to Blaze. “Why didn’t you bring him?”

Blaze frowns. “Because that’s not what we do. This would be like a date or some shit. I give him what he wants, and he gives me what I want. It doesn’t need to go further than that.”

“This is the longest you’ve ever kept a plaything, Blaze.”

“So fucking what? He’s been my favorite thing to play with.” I don’t even know if Blaze has it in him to admit that Elijah means more to him than someone he can tie up in our special room and force to his knees. Elijah has been the only one who can handle Blaze for more than a couple of months, and he seems happy as hell to be around.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“When are you going to play with us again?”

I shake my head. “I’m done with that shit. I already told you that.”

“Oh yeah, because you’re ready to find Mr. Right.” Blaze snorts. “Good luck with that.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’ll end up like your dad, except you’ll go through five husbands instead of wives. We can’t have relationships in this life, and you damn well know it. It makes you look weak.”

I want to disagree, but he’s mostly right. I’ve had a hard enough time proving I can do this. I’ve had to work ten times harder for my right to be a part of anything in the Russian world. They aren’t very accepting of anything that doesn’t fit their beliefs. Imagine their surprise when I came out as gay. My father had my back in front of them, but behind closed doors, I was told he didn’t want to see me with a man. That’s the day our relationship truly ended. We talked about business but nothing else. It still doesn’t erase the fact that it’s lonely as fuck at the top. “Did you take care of Elijah before we left?”

Blaze groans and flops back in his seat. “Yes. I know how to do that after we have a session. I’m not a complete asshole.”

I bark a laugh. “Yes, you are.”

“If you think you can do it better, then you take them over. He misses those.” I know he does, which is one of the reasons I backed off. He was getting attached, and like Blaze said, relationships complicate things. I have enough to worry about besides a sub boy getting his feelings hurt. “Besides, you need to do something before your head explodes. When we get back to the house, you should find him.”

“I’ll pass.”

Blaze turns sideways in the seat to face me. “You could come to me.”

“Those days are over, Blaze.” He slides his hand up the inside of my thigh, and I grab his wrist. “Blaze,” I warn.

He doesn’t listen and scoots closer. “We used to have so much fun tag-teaming Elijah. Don’t you miss it? The feel of his tight ass wrapped around your cock? Or mine?” He wiggles his wrist from my grip and slides his hand across my dick through my tuxedo pants. “I miss it, Kane. I wake up at night thinking about how good you feel when you com—”

I grab his face, squeezing his cheeks hard enough to make his lips pucker. “Shut the fuck up. This is your last warning.”

“Or what? You going to tear my ass up? I’ll bend over right the fuck now.”

I tilt my head to the side, studying his dark brown eyes that do nothing to hide the crazy lurking beneath. His brown hair is a mess of waves, just like it always is, and my fingers itch to sink into it so I can hold him where I need him. “And give you what you want? Why are you pushing me tonight?”

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