Debt and Ownership

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. . .

Jake fired a bullet. It hit the wall with a muffled thud. “I know you know who it was. You know everything.” The sneer on Jake’s face brought a smile to Mason’s.

“You have balls Jake.”

The splintering sound of wood slammed through the air; Obi stood in the now open doorway a gun pointed at Jake’s head. “Gun Down. Now!”

“Come on Mason. Give me a name and location.” Jake’s heart pounded in his chest.

Mason stood up, exposing his chest to Jake completely.

Jake’s finger squeezed the trigger a hair tighter as Mason stepped toward him. “Tell me!” The words burned Jake’s throat and sounded as sharp and jagged as they felt.

Mason strolled forward another step.

“Stop or I’ll shoot you.”

Mason walked forward and pushed aside Jake’s gun with the back of his hand.

A choked noise broke free from Jake’s mouth as Mason pulled him hard against his chest.

With a nod, Obi shut the door.

“Calm down Jake.”

The order made Jake pull away from Mason. The heavy gun shook in his hand and he stood up straight. “Tell me who.”

“Down play with me.” Mason pushed the gun side a second time.

The smack of Mason’s hand against Jake’s face brought tears to his eyes.

“I have a gift for you.” Mason pulled Jake close again, “So don’t piss me off.”

“Fuck you.”

“I caught your man, Jake.”

Mason smirked at the frozen look on Jake’s face.

“What?”

“Don’t be surprised. He touched what belongs to me.” Mason sat in his usual spot on the sofa.

“Why?”

“You know better than to ask questions.”

“Enough with the games! Tell me why.”

“Mason stood up and Jake caught the hand coming toward his face in midair. “Tell me.”

“This is war Jake. They touched what’s mine, not once but twice. It was deliberate.” Mason cradled Jake’s face in his hands. “Now get ready. It’s time to address this properly.”

“No more games, Mason. This is my family.”

“It was never a game Jake.”

. . .

Jake looked down at his bloody hands and knuckled. The past two hours were a blur in his mind. The first time his fist connected with the flesh of the man that tore away his mother, his senses boomed with adrenaline. After that, there was no stopping. Not until he panted in exhaustion and couldn’t lift his arms. Mason stood behind him the entire time, completely silent. When Jake didn’t know if he could go on any longer, Mason placed a hand on his shoulder and gave the order.

“That’s enough”

The pair of men, long since passed out, didn’t move as Jake left the room. The car was cold and the leather seats felt like ice beneath his palms.

“I’ve moved your sister to a new apartment.”

“She was in the hospital.”

“One of the private physicians will check in on her.”

Jake stared down at his hands. Turning them over and starring at them in wonder they weren’t already bruising. The apartment was as dead as always. The silence remained unbroken. Somewhere in the length of the evening a hand turned the knob in the shower and a stream of hot water fell down around his head. Soft hands soaped up his body, rubbing wet bubbles into his skin before a softer breath caressed his ear. He wasn’t quite certain if the sound he made was more of a sigh or a straggled moan, but the fingers, suddenly pressing into him, were thick and lubed. They burned and stretched but in blissful slow thrusts.

Jake’s head fell forward and he braced himself against the shower wall, spreading his legs for further penetration. The strength of Mason’s first thrust rocked Jake up onto the tips of his toes. His head ducked forward with a grunt as he slid forward toward the wall. In a few thrusts he found his cheek pressed to the wall of the shower, his hips lifted for a series of brutal thrusts. Tears streamed down his cheeks in a way that had nothing to do with his current preoccupation. A gentle thumb wiped the first of many away.

The hard body disappeared from his back only to spin him around and press into him again. Green-yellow eyes burned through him like fire. Warm, wet lips coaxed his own open with gentle offers that shook in his lungs. He turned his head to the side and away from those demanding eyes and lips.

He wrapped one leg around Mason’s hip and groaned into the pray of water against his face. The pace was new and softer. Deep, slow movements forced low moans from his lips in such a tender manner that tears started again. Those insistent lips never left his skin, nibbling and kissing at his neck, shoulder or cheek. One large hand turned his mouth back for plunder. He had no defense against that type of persistence.

Pleasure drew out into torture until he sobbed and clawed for release. The slow pace rattled his brain. Occasionally, a soapy hand slowly stroked him in long firm pulls, and when he skirted the edge of orgasm it withdrew. Tears came and went randomly until there was nothing left in him but the racking moans and bubbling grunts of delirious pleasure. The muscles in his stomach and legs cried out from the constant strain. His legs wrapped themselves around Mason’s waist in an attempt to push the pace.

“Ready?”

The taunting question made him laugh miserably and nod his head in weak jerks. Then it happened. Mason’s slow passionate tempo became quick and even more precise if that was possible.

Jake moaned loudly; his throat protesting in raw broken tones. Teeth pressed into the side of his neck and he came. The sensation of blinding ecstasy shot through his spine in a jerked arch of his spine. Inadvertently, his head slammed back into the wall. The strength of his orgasm caught him completely unaware. He let the strong shoulder help support his weight as his feet slid to the floor. His thighs, screaming against the movement, ached.

Strong hands slid over his body under the cold water, washing away the sweat and tears. He wrapped his arms around Mason’s neck, allowing the now gentle fingers to slip inside him and clean away the signs of their actions.

The towel felt warm and soft against his skin. Laying his head back into the bank of pillows, Jake let out a rough sigh. The dip of the bed told him Mason lay on his own side as per usual. Rolling onto his side and pulling close to the warm body, Jake pressed against Mason’s back, burying his face in the crook of Mason’s neck.

Sleep dragged on forever, trailing an exhausted Jake just beyond its reach. The warm breath in front of him slowly brought him into drowsy slumber.

. . .

The endless buzzing of the alarm woke Jake from his endless tossing and turning. He groaned and huddled closer to his bedmate. Jake’s hand shot back, surprised to find Mason still lay in bed. The alarm clicked off on the other side of the body against him. Two yellow-green eyes turned to him.

“Today we declare war.”

Jake nodded as he sat up on his side of the bed. His legs and midsection sorely stretched. Proof of the night’s activities made him wince. Jake spat the toothpaste into the sink before starring up at the gaunt face in the mirror

Jake stood up and moved to the closet, a pair of smooth hands gripped his hips and held him still. Cold metal slid across his collar boned giving his skin over to a wave of goose bumps. Strong fingers operated the clasp with ease. The watch wrapped around his wrist in a cold metal grasp.

“There is a new suit in the closet for you. Wear it.” Mason moved past him to the row of expensive suits lining the closet. Watching those shoulders shrug on the dress shirt made Jake reach for the chain around his neck.

. . .

“This is the second time in a month I’ve had terms to call you out on the treaty.”

“I resent you calling my entire board down to this meeting.” Lauran’s words were far more pointed than the smooth delivery of them.

“I was happy to keep matters between the two of us but it seems the Lauran group has issues beyond Ricky to be dealt with. Wouldn’t you agree?” Mason’s smile cut into the tense air.

“I wouldn’t begin to know what your talking about.”

“I wasn’t speaking with you Lauran. I was speaking to Mr. Vlasse as head of the Vlasse group.” Mention of the associate brought all eyes to the man himself.

“So you realize there has been a shift in positions.”

“It would be difficult not to, Vlasse.” Mason slid a folder across the table. “Control of the Lauran group was transferred nearly nine months ago. You weren’t exactly secretive about the transfer.

“If you knew then, why not come to me about the matter with Ricky Lauran.” Vlasse leaned back in his seat, silencing the look of argument on Lauran’s face.

“Ricky was not your responsibility regardless of your leadership of the newly formed Vlasse Group.”

“Care to explain why you’re wasting my time here? I have no treaty with you.”

“Trye. Consider this a warning Vlasse. Touch what belongs to me again and you’ll regret it. I’ve won a war in this city before. That’s not a fight you’d care for.” Mason smiled. “Come here Jake.”

Jake stepped forward, his face blank and hard.

“You killed my personal bodyguard’s mother.” Mason motioned to the folder again. “You hired Ricky’s associates to punish the man you stopped Ricky from completely his task. You didn’t expect Lauran to fuck up your carefully laid plans by actually sacrificing his son. You thought you could distract me with something as simple as that and now you’ve tried the same tactic a second time.”

“Lauran was right. You’re full of surprises.”

“I hadn’t realized my reputation extended that far.”

“Regardless, consider yourself on notice.” Mason smiled. “I’m well aware of your plans. I suggest you cease to take whatever ill advice led you to these measures.”

“This city doesn’t belong to you, Valda. Not anymore.”

“I’ve had about enough of your disrespect.” Valda leaned back in his chair. “Take off your shirt Jake.”

“Jake stepped forward and shrugged off his suit jacket. Laying it over the chair next to Mason, Jake folded his jacket neatly before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“What exactly is this striptease about?”

“Consider it a two part lesson. My men never disobey me, question orders, or fail to perform as expected.” The look from across the table told him Jake had removed his undershirt. “And if they do. They’re punished.”

Jake turned around in place and let the full effect of Mason’s handy work wash over the other man. The healing flesh was still scabbing and torn in places.

“Dress.” Mason hadn’t once looked in Jake’s direction, studying the reaction of his opponent instead. “I think your hired men will also attest to my methods if you ever manage to find them.” Mason smirked. “As for your next series of plans, I suggest you try something a little more covert. My men aren’t going anywhere and they certainly aren’t going to play your game and get killed for their efforts”

“I must admit. I’m shocked you didn’t offer to extend the treaty. It would be best for both of us.” Vlasse closed the folder in front of him.

The smile on Mason’s face widened. “I have no intention of signing a treaty with you.”

“Interesting.”

“Not at all. Stay away from my things and I’ll stay away from yours. Break that rule and you’ll deal with me.”

“That doesn’t sounds very neighborly to me.”

“It wasn’t meant to.”

“I don’t believe your terms suit me.”

“Than get out of my city or pry it from my dead hands if you can manage.”

“Defensive.”

“I have no need to mince words with a newly formed group, especially those that disrespectfully encroach on what belongs to me. I know that you came here to start a war. You have it, but let me make it clear which side of things you’re going to end up on at the end of the day.”

“I believe I’ve said it before but allow me to reinterate. It’s not your city any longer.”

“I wish you luck.” Mason stood, buttoning his jacket. “I have business to attend and no more time to waste on you.” Mason exited the room. Obi trailed, Leon led and Jake walked beside Mason as usual.

. . .

The apartment remained its usual safe haven from the darkness of the day’s work. Dinner lay elegantly plated on the table. Mason motioned to the chair beside his own, uncharacteristic given they rarely ate together outside of the confines of work.

“You will all pull triple training this month. I want you all in peak condition. Obi, Leon and Marcus will be moving into the building.”

“Yes Sir.”

Mason ate quietly, the meal smelled delicious with heat and spices. Jake stared at his hands eager to re-bandage them and get to his own dinner sitting in the kitchen.

“Vlasse is aware that I’m fucking you.”

Jake immediately looked up at Mason’s face.

“They went after you because they thought it would weaken me.”

“Stupid move.”

“Is it?”

“I’m well aware I share only your bed. I belong to you for the next six and a half years. Or is it three and a quarter since you’re responsible for my mother’s death?”

“So you did read your contract.”

“I always read deals with the devil.”

Mason laughed, a broad smile on his lips.

. . .


R&R please