If Sal had wondered if his boy was gone to a place he could not reach, he had no doubt. Paul was in his right mind from the expression in the shiny brown eyes. He saw the strength that he had witnessed over and over when Paul was Texas’ Puppy. He saw what had allowed Paul to protect Kyle and allowed the twins to survive. But it was not an expression of love or lust that brightened the dark depths. Paul was still in there alright.
And he was pissed.
“Beautiful?” Paul’s eyes narrowed. “Paul, talk to me.” Sal would gladly take the anger to get them past this awful segment of their lives.
But the boy shivered and went still. When he looked up again, the eyes were flat. “What would you have me say, sir?”
Sal wanted to scream. His boy had disappeared again. “Where are you?” He pulled the pliant body against him but the forced sensuality made his skin crawl. He damned himself as a fool for taking what he was not rightfully his, not yet. “I’ll take the anger, beautiful, let me fix this.”
He moaned as the soft lips touched his ear, “Are you my master?”
He tugged Paul back, “I never stopped,” Sal whispered painfully. He watched the rage flash before the boy wound his arms around his neck once again.
“Then there is nothing to fix, master, I am for your pleasure.” The boy said spreading his thighs.
The smell of cum was pungent in Sal’s nose as he regarded the complete stranger in his lap. Had he lost his boy forever? “Beautiful, who do you want?” He said quietly, the words clogging in his throat.
Paul’s eyes fluttered and he sighed, “My angel.”
Salvatore pushed Paul from his lap as gently as he could and watched as Paul went to his knees. He shoved his legs into his pants and sat before his knees gave way. He kept his voice controlled as he called for Brooks, demanding J.B. and the brat.
“You called for me, sir?” the boy asked after kneeling.
Sal ignored him and focused on his boy, “Is this your angel?”
Paul blinked and the careful mask once against cracked, Sal saw his surprise. The boy nodded his head before lowering his eyes.
“J.B.” Sal choked out. “Take them to the guest bedroom.”
The young guard frowned at his boss’ discomfort. He thought of the boy’s cryptic words. He’s going to need me, whether he likes it or not.
Sal watched as the younger boy slide a hand into Paul’s and helped him to his feet. He could hear the whispered, “Come on, Night.”
“Paul!” He shouted, surging to his feet. His anger flared like a flame. “His name is Paul, you insignificant brat.”
Alex flinched but Paul turned at his master’s voice. Sal watched again as Paul’s eyes narrowed and his slender arm went about the kid’s shoulder. It was like a knife to his heart.
Once he was alone, Sal began to shake. His rage was dark and terrifying. The image of his smiling boy on his desk made him howl. He picked up the frame and hurled it across the room. He did not flinch at the shatter of glass.
Brooks opened the door cautiously.
“Have him prepared.” Sal gritted out.
Brooks blanched. His boss was usually so refined, but the man standing before him with his pants hanging from narrow hips looked evil. Brooks felt pity in his heart for was about to happen.
Texas listened as Greg gave a concise report on the evidence from the recently confiscated Vendetti estate. Nick had found a possible lead on the location where they had fled.
“How are you settling in?” He asked the young man.
Greg’s eyebrows shot up. Nick usually dealt with Texas directly. He cleared his throat. “Very well, sir, the new lab is state of the art.”
Texas nodded and gestured for Greg to sit. He could see the nervousness in the trembling hands, “So no moral hang ups?”
“To be quite frank, would it really matter?” The young man’s words came out in a rush.
Texas’ lips curved. “No.” He saw Bear’s signal and gave a nod.
“I still don’t like this shit,” was the first words out of Nick Eddison’s mouth. “I know where they went.”
“Nicky,” Greg said quietly.
And Texas watched as all the energy and aggravation melted as the older man zeroed in on his lover. Nick ignored Texas as he cupped the other man’s face and leaned in for a kiss.
“You have a report, Eddison.”
“Bear, bring Carnegie in. Good work,” Texas said. He pulled a sheath of papers in nondescript folder from his desk and tossed it to Nick, and watched as the dark haired man paled.
“Are you serious?”
“I never use it, so it is yours. I expect the two you to report in a month. You’ll report to Bear.”
“Wha?” Greg said in surprise as his lover was tugging him out of his chair. Once in the outer office, he was crushed against the wall with Nick’s mouth on his. He ran his fingers through Nick’s short hair and whimpered.
“Come on,” It was the voice that made Greg fall so easily. He followed meekly, knowing that he was safe, in Nick’s care.
He kissed his Kitten. “Do you want to visit with Blue while Carnegie and I work?” He brushed the long blonde locks behind the boy’s ears.
His Kitten bit his lip and frowned. Texas waited. He felt off kilter with his boy, even with the return of his brother. He thought it might be sexual frustration on his part, but he would not take from his boy, not now. He sat his needs aside.
The boy knelt up while straddling his legs and fished out the device from his back pocket. He punched at the keys and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. With his eyes lowered, he turned the screen towards Texas.
His dark eyes narrowed and he sat the small handheld aside. He gripped the boy’s hips and kissed him deeply. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” He felt the cool hands on his face. He saw an understanding in the deep purple depths. His boy place his head over his heart and traced the words “I love you,” across the soft fabric of his shirt. He tightened his grip and felt those three words on the tip of his tongue.
He cursed at the soft knock on his door.