Bait

A/N: Welcome back everyone! Hopefully now that AFF.net is up, more people will read this. Thanks to the people who did read this before the site went down.

Warning: non-con in this chapter.

Translations: All Are In Magyar (Hungarian)

kurva - whore

seggfeg - asshole, dumbass, fuckwit (insert your own word to equal the same thing)

kölyök - brat, whelp

Bassza meg - fuck or fuck me (swearing)

Csali

\"Bait\"


Chapter Three: Challenges Answered


The plan had been simple. Slaughter the peons of the Raptors one by one to send the message that their actions would not go unpunished and show them what they were dealing with when they chose to challenge Radu and Vérszomj. Little Szabo would take care of the gang of toughs from the inside. Radu had been stalking the Raptors ever since he declared vérbosszú upon them, studying who held the higher positions and who were just Giancarlo\'s minions. Killing off the lessers was a good way to send a message but he was saving the head members of the Raptors for the most powerful of his pack; Nicolae, Drago and of course, Radu himself, with the latter and Balint sharing the best of the spoils. Radu\'s instructions had been specific and he let everyone know who was fair game and who was not.


But Nicu had gotten greedy and killed someone he shouldn\'t have. Someone who was important enough to tip Vérszomj\'s hand earlier than Radu wanted. This would set his plans back and possibly put Balint in danger. Nicu had taken it upon himself to disobey Radu and Radu wouldn\'t tolerate such blatant defiance.


Nicu knew he was dead which was why he ran like a bloody coward once he let his appetites get the better of him and killed Jackie McKenna. But not before bragging to Drago who was only too happy to let Radu know. Nicu hadn\'t only been Drago\'s cousin, he\'d been spending a good deal time in his bed - more so than any other of his blood. However, Drago was loyal to Radu above all, at least for now. Radu knew the other boy would eventually fight him for dominance and that, above all else was why he considered Drago to be his potential successor and first lieutenant. Drago knew to put his responsibilities and common sense before his passions. Nicu never learned that lesson and now he\'d pay.


Running was useless. There was nowhere Nicu could go that Radu couldn\'t find him and once he did it was just a matter of dragging him kicking and struggling back to the woods where Vérszomj and Szabo were waiting. They encircled the leader and the one who dared disregard Radu\'s orders.


Radu released Nicu but only because he wanted his hands free. \"When I said to only kill the Raptors\' flunkies, did you think that was a suggestion, idióta?\" Radu asked, menace flaring right through the soft voice.


Nicu gulped, his fear barely in check. \"What does it matter? He was of no consequence.\"


\"He was a member of their inner circle. Upper level. Untouchable,\" Radu snarled and made a swiping motion towards Nicu\'s face, bringing trails of blood dripping down his cheeks.


\"To me. But not to your kurva,\" Nicu sneered. \"You allow him in our pack, yet he is not one of our blood. You allow him liberties he has no business having. Not over one of your own blood,\" Nicu whispered. \"Not over me. I simply took back what should have been mine all along.\"


Nicolae snorted. \"You mean you took what was Balint\'s when he wasn\'t around to smack your sorry tail down. Surely you remember, Nicu. You weren\'t able to sit or even move for almost two weeks the after last time you confronted him.\"


Nicu whirled around to face his half-brother. \"What gained your loyalty to him, seggfej? His skills in your bed?\"


\"What caused your animosity to him, cousin?\" Radu shot back, mocking Nicu. \"Jealousy?\"


\"Your indulgence. Would you have such leniency if you weren\'t fuc-\"


\"Enough!\" Radu roared, impatient with the verbal sparring. Then he leaned forward and kissed Nicu on his mouth, then on each cheek, feeling a definite sense of satisfaction at the barely contained trembling beneath Radu\'s lips. Trembling because he knew what Radu had just done. \"Since you seem so eager, I will give you what you seek, kölyök. Challenge. Prove yourself or die.\"


Relieved that Radu was at least giving him the chance to fight, Nicu\'s fist shot out aiming for the jaw of the leader of Vérszomj, who was above all, the Kezdet of Clan Ionescu. The Prime.


Only for Radu to seize Nicu\'s fist midswing and pull him forward, driving his knee straight into the moron\'s belly, forcing him to double over. \"This is the best you can do?\" Radu taunted. \"You\'re no better than the pathetic creature you killed.\"


His words baited Nicu and he growled deep in his throat, springing upright and lunging right for Radu but Radu moved faster, seizing Nicu\'s arms and shoving him backwards, until he fell to the ground on his back


After that, Radu went at him mercilessly, kicking him in the ribs, the stomach, everywhere he could reach. Each time Nicu scrambled to get up, Radu kicked him back down again until Nicu rolled away just long enough to be able to rise to his feet.


He never realized that it was only because Radu let him.


Nicu\'s hands curled into claws and he rushed at Radu again, aiming for his throat. A stupid move because having his arms outstretched like that left the rest of him exposed and vulnerable. Radu\'s own claws sank into the idiot\'s chest then sliced straight down to his belly, the sheer pain alone making the bleeding Nicu fold in within himself; clutching his stomach before he fell to his knees, his hands trying to cushion his fall.


Then Radu drove his fist into Nicu\'s back, each blow harder than the last, until he sank to the ground, flat on his belly in the pool of his own blood. But when Radu sank down to the ground beside him and began to lick the nape of Nicu\'s neck, the boy began to shake from the realization of what Radu was about to do to him. Even before Radu\'s fingers hooked into the waistband of Nicu\'s jeans and pulled down so hard, it lifted Nicu\'s body from the ground. Just enough to get those jeans down to Nicu\'s ankles.


Only for Radu to release him and let him fall again. After all, Radu\'s fingers were already working at his own jeans, while his other hand was flat on Nicu\'s back, pinning him down.


\"Bassza meg!\" Nicu lifted his head and swore, probably not the smartest thing to yell concerning Radu\'s intentions but if the boy had any brains he wouldn\'t be in this position in the first place.


Their breathing had quickened with the first drawing of Nicu\'s blood and now the circle drew closer, their muscles tensing with anticipation as Radu climbed on top of Nicu and slammed into him. Already excited, Nicu\'s screaming and the friction of Radu\'s cock against Nicu\'s ass only exacerbated Radu\'s arousal as he fucked him, driving so hard and deep that it wasn\'t long before he tore something.


Ecstasy flooded Radu\'s body and he lifted his hips so each thrust would be as deep and painful as possible, not only physical pain but also Nicu\'s shame and humiliation as Radu took him. Conquered him. Until Radu\'s cock felt like it would burst and he climaxed, panting, biting deep into the back of Nicu\'s neck as he gave one last long thrust and emptied his seed into Nicu\'s ass.


But that wasn\'t the worst of it. Radu pulled out of Nicu and tucked himself back into his jeans. \"I\'m done with you,\" Radu told him pleasantly. \"I have no desire for your flesh anymore.\" He smirked. \"But Drago does.\"


As did every one of the boys in the circle. And Nicu knew it. Just like he knew that Radu had given him the ultimate insult by having Drago finish it instead of himself. A way to show how beneath Radu Nicu was. \"Drago, gyere ide!\" he purred, as he stood and zipped up his jeans. After all, it was Drago who told Radu about Nicu\'s disobedience so it was only fitting that Drago finish this.


Drago was instantly at Radu\'s side, sinking to his knees. \"Kezdet.\"


Radu\'s fingers played in Drago\'s dark locks, caressing his face before moving to the back of his neck, pulling him against Radu\'s thigh. \"Tonight we share the spoils,\" he whispered. Then he smiled wickedly. \"And other things.\"


Drago rubbed his cheek against Radu in a mixture of reverence and affection. \"I look forward to it.\" Then he rose to his feet and his lips curled into a feral smile. \"Roll over onto your back,\" he ordered Nicu.


Nicu had been screaming so much that he could barely talk in anything more than a whisper. \"Can\'t move.\"


Drago\'s reaction was to impatiently nudge his foot beneath Nicu\'s broken body and flip him over so Nicu landed on his back. Belly up.


Offering himself.


Nicu\'s yellow eyes, eyes the same color as Drago\'s, as Radu\'s, as any of Ionescu, pleaded with Drago. \"Make it quick,\" he begged.


Drago slid down to the ground and straddled Nicu\'s familiar thighs, leaning forward and flicking his tongue teasingly against Nicu\'s lips. \"No,\" he said softly before swooping his head down.


After that there was only Nicu\'s quickly smothered scream. And the barely audible sounds of Szabo and Vérszomj as they took their part of the spoils.

* * *

Sig made more notes on his tablet. \"Balint, you\'re anything but stupid. Surely you know that every time you dodge me, it makes me wonder what you\'re trying so hard to hide.\"


Just like Zack said. Maybe my boy had a point after all.


Balint shrugged. \"I have nothing to hide from you or your boss.\"


Sig smiled. \"That\'s good because there\'s a lot I want to know about you. For example, I only know your first name.\"


\"My given name is all you need to know,\" Balint replied curtly.


\"Come now, Balint,\" Sig coaxed, \"surely your family name can\'t be anything you\'d want to hide.\"


\"It will mean nothing to you,\" Balint snapped.


\"Why don\'t you leave it to me to make that decision?\"


Another shrug. I was getting fucking tired of them and tired of the little fuck\'s \"cool\" act. \"Razvan.\" Then he smirked. \"Don\'t bother looking us up in whatever database you have, we operate in the shadows. We always have.\"


\"Thought so,\" Zack muttered almost soft enough for me not to hear it.


I turned around to face him. \"What do you mean?\"


\"Gypsies don\'t exactly do things legally,\" he answered but I got the feeling there was more to it than that. However, I wouldn\'t press it yet. Zack had a way of voicing things out loud as suspicions popped into his head but would not talk about it until he was sure that his suspicions were truths. I had no doubt in my head that this would be one of those times and when that happened, there wasn\'t shit I could do to make him tell me before he was ready.


Sig looked amused at Balint\'s attempts at mysteriousness. \"So you\'re quite used to being an outlaw, then?\"


\"We live by our laws, not yours.\"


\"Then what\'s to hide, young man?\" Sig asked, trapping Balint with his own words. \"I\'m certainly not going to turn you in to a Workcamp. What do you have to lose?\" Sig\'s voice became low and soft. \"Are you afraid you\'ll shock me, Balint?\"


\"How many people have you killed?\" Balint suddenly asked him, changing the subject completely, yet answering his question.


Sig laughed. \"You know who we are. Killing is a way of life for us.\"


\"Not your organization,\" Balint clarified, the last word said with such contempt, as if he found the very idea a joke. \"You, Doc. How many people have YOU killed?\"


\"Why don\'t you tell me and I\'ll tell you,\" Sig replied.


\"Was it tens? Hundreds? Thousands?\" Balint asked like Sig hadn\'t spoken.


\"Is that how many your family has killed?\" Sig challenged. \"Tens?\"

This time it was Balint who laughed. \"That\'s you, Doc. Twenty at the most, if that. You don\'t have the eyes of a killer.\"


\"That\'s a myth, Balint,\" Doc, er, I mean Sig told him. \"Most real killers are aware of visual cues people use and know how to disguise them.\"


Which was very true. Either our eyes are blank or our expressions are friendly. Either way, nothing reveals us. Until we need to, of course. The fact that Balint said something so clichéd annoyed me greatly. He had a lot to learn.


Sig was being almost patronizing to Balint but to my surprise, Balint didn\'t react to it. He just shook his head. \"Murderers,\" was all he said in this soft voice.


A dismissive voice and Sig noticed it right away because he wrote more notes. \"Pardon?\"


\"You heard me.\"


\"Indeed I did,\" Sig replied, \"but it means nothing without context so I\'m going to ask you again but in different words.\" His lips pressed into a tight line. \"Are you calling killers murderers? Or are you calling us murderers?\"


Balint rolled his eyes. \"What does it matter? Just your question shows your ignorance.\" Then he smiled. \"No offense.\"


No offense my ass.


\"And you\'re thinking of adding him to our group?\" Zack said derisively in a way only he had the right to. \"Dom, he has an obvious attitude about what we do, looks down his noses at us. If you wanna fuck him just do that, then get rid of him.\"


I shook my head. \"You\'re missing the point, Zack. He\'s too Gifted to just let go.\"


\"And you think you can seduce him into joining forces with the same people who fucked up one of their family members?\"


I smiled and kissed him. \"I know I can.\" Then I sighed. \"Maybe you need to get to know him better.\" I kissed him again and licked his lips. \"Tonight?\"


Zack knew what I meant by getting to know the little Gypsy better and shrugged. \"If you want, Dominick.\"


Meaning he wasn\'t happy but he\'d do it as my subordinate. \"What I want to know is why you hate him so much. You know he\'s temporary. Nothing like you.\"


\"I don\'t hate Balint.\"


\"But?\" I pressed.


\"I told you,\" he said with a little impatience, \"he\'s trouble and you let him in anyway.\"


\"Let him in?\" I stared at him. \"Where? My bed? So what?\"

\"Forget it,\" Zack grumbled and turned away from me.


And that was that. He wouldn\'t let me bring it up again for the rest of the night. One of the many times it was a bitch to have my muscle and second in charge being my best friend with benefits.


However, I was done. This intake and assessment was done. All it was doing was infuriating me and there were better ways of testing the boy\'s strengths and weaknesses. I turned to face Zack. \"You think a few rounds with the Devil will put the fear of God in the kid?\"


Zack grinned. \"Now you\'re talking, Dom! Devlin knows how to put brats in their place.\"


Not to mention that his mouth would be watering the moment he saw Balint.


I was just about to call him on the cell as his telepathy was practically nothing when the cell rang. The ID said it was Vaughn, my head of security. I hit the \"Talk\" button. \"Talk.\"


\"Another body was found. This time it was one of the sentries. Linus.\"


This was getting to be a habit. \"Let me guess,\" I said with exasperation, \"dogs were sicced on him.\"


Vaughn paused for a second and I could hear him swallow, like he was looking for a way to tell me something I wouldn\'t like. \"Maybe afterwards,\" he finally said.


I wasn\'t gonna let him get off so easily. \"After?\"


\"After they… \" Another pause. \"Linus\'s ass is bleeding and his jeans have been torn off.\"


In other words, someone raped one of the lower members of the Raptors. And I had a damned good idea of who it was. \"What else?\"


\"Oh besides the fact that his throat was torn out and over half his body was eaten? Not much.\"


No, that pretty much covered everything. \"So what you\'re saying is, the Gypsies are killing the sentries I have posted near their camp in the woods.\" I shook my fist angrily. \"Weren\'t they trained better than to be found?!\"


Zack interrupted. \"Another one?\"


I nodded then went back on the phone. \"Vaughn, having the sentries in the home turf of Radu\'s boys isn\'t working. Move them closer to the marketplace but hide them in plain sight. Then when he leaves for his camp, have Marty smoke the bastard.\"


\"Already taken care of,\" Vaughn told me. \"I\'ve got my boys scattered so the moment one of them gets Radu in his sights, he\'s dead.\"


Again, I\'d expect nothing less from Vaughn and relief instantly washed over me. A problem I no longer had to worry about. Cutting off the head would guarantee that the rest of the snake would die soon enough.


Satisfied, I told Vaughn to let me know the moment the fucker was dead, and then ended the call.

After that, I speed dialed Terence Devlin, otherwise known as \"The Devil,\" though no one would know it just by looking at him. Handsome and charming, Devlin easily drew everyone in with a smile. By the time he was done with them, no one was smiling but him. And the way he explained it was classic.


\"What can I say?\" he\'d drawl. \"I just wanted to add some color.\"


The colors being black and blue and red and green and purple. To the Devil, people were a canvas and he was the painter. I was sure Balint would make a lovely canvas and just the thought of what he\'d look like once the Devil was done with him made a smile spread across my face.


\"What can I do you for, Nick?\" the Devil asked as soon as he got on the cell. Like all my guys, he was on call twenty four seven.


\"Actually,\" I began, \"it\'s what I can do for you, Devlin.\"


He laughed, a rich sound like warm caramel. \"You have a new canvas for me?\"


\"A new kid. Calls himself Balint and he\'s a Gypsy.\" I smirked, sure that the Devil could hear it in my voice. \"The fortune teller from the bazaar. Remember?\"


More laughter. \"And you\'re not taking that choice piece for yourself, Nick?\"


The Devil knew me too well. Almost as well as Zack. \"Of course I am. I\'ve had him once already. He needs to be broken in a little, though.\"


\"Always happy to help,\" the Devil said. \"So, when am I breaking in this filly?\" His breath was catching and he was drooling so much he needed a mop. I couldn\'t blame him, though. Balint was definitely drool worthy.


\"He\'s getting assessed by Sig as we speak,\" I told him. \"Just drop by Sig\'s office, pick up the little angel and have fun. Just make sure you leave him in good enough condition to play with.\"


In other words, anything short of death would be not only acceptable but preferable. \"No cares,\" the Devil purred before he ended the call.


Zack pulled the cell phone from my hand and dropped it on the night table next to my bed. \"The intake is over,\" he said, grasping my wrists and pushing me backwards, pinning me to the bed. \"Nothing you can do until the Devil drops the Gypsy off here. So we might as well enjoy ourselves until then.\" He crawled on top of me and kissed my mouth, moving against me as he began to grind his hips.


He wasn\'t playing fair. I didn\'t mind it in the least. I returned his kiss, our tongues tangling together and I arched my back, raising my hips to meet his as he drove his own hips down harder.


Zack wasn\'t the only person who could play dirty. \"After the Devil\'s done with Balint, we\'ll have our fun with him?\" I asked between kisses that got hungrier and more ardent.


My best friend moaned softly and humped me. \"Anything you say,\" he panted before falling back on my mouth.


I writhed against him, enjoying and savoring the feeling of his hot skin sliding against mine, tasting his mouth, his chest, his belly and of course, his cock as Zack\'s skilled touch swept me under waves of desire.


It wasn\'t long before we rolled over so I was on top and inside him, showing how much I cared, how much I… yeah, I loved him, with every thrust.


Even though we were close, sex was the one way we could express it. Sex revealed how we felt about each other, our bodies rocked with passion as we showed what we would never say. Sex was safe. Words were not.