|WARNING‼️VIOLENCE AND GORE‼️ LIKE IT'S WORSE THAN LAST TIME SO PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE|

"What do you want?"

I cocked a brow. "First of all, watch how you talk to me. I won't keep repeating myself. Second, I need for you to be up and ready when I come get you within the next hour." I told Tone, leaving no room for him to say otherwise. Even if he did try to tell me no, it's not like he has a choice in the matter anyways. Besides...What I have to take care of today requires a little bit of assistance.

I heard the slight sound of Tone groaning as he shifted in what I'm guessing is his bed. "Okay...but what you about to have me out here doing?" He asked, followed by an obnoxious yawn. I pulled the device away from my ear for a moment and stared at the call screen, feeling annoyed as the sound left a bad taste in my mouth.

"Don't worry about that right now." I told him when I felt ready to speak again. "Just do as I say. I expect you to be done by the time I pull up. If you're not, I'll do worse than what I did last time. Put a move on it." I finalized the conversation by hanging up immediately as soon as I was done saying what I needed to say.

I put my phone down on the bathroom sink beside the tub and sighed, leaning my head back against the wall. Now that I think about it, Tone will probably need a lot more fucking motivation in order to make him be on time. I thought about what I should do. Given the fact that there were a lot of ideas sprouting in my troubled mind should be worrisome, but it's not.

Mm. Fuck it. I think I might let him pass just this once. If it weren't for Angel being here then I probably would have done something to shake him up a little, but I can't. Or at least I'm choosing not to, for now. I need to tend to Angel at all times during the day, so I can't leave him alone at all. Well. I can. That's a lie for sure. But I will not. Not unless I have to.

Plus, I guess one could say I went a little hard on Tone the last time he was late for a job anyways...I had gone to pick him up so we could go take down these two guys who had put a hit on one of my father's men. He was 30 minutes late, all because he was too busy sticking his dirty dick in some random bitch. Even though I told his ass we had a job to finish.

There's really no need to go into detail. I had ended up dragging the naked woman out of the house with a gun to her head, promising to kill her and her entire family if I see her face again. Looking back I should have done it anyways. The bitch made Tone and I fall behind on finding our target.

But shortly after the job was done I had taken Tone back to his house so he could go to bed. I waited about an hour for him to fall asleep before I drugged him. When I was sure there were no signs of him being conscious, I took him outside and laid him in the middle of the street. No big deal. I watched him through the window all night. One hand under my chin and the other holding a blunt as I smoked it, feeling relaxed despite the risky situation.

Of course I had backup just in case something were to happen to him. My intention wasn't to kill him, it was to spook him I suppose. I guess you can say it was a prank or whatever people call it. I don't fucking know.

Needless to say, when he woke up in the morning lying on the cold concrete with nothing but underwear on along with a bunch of car horns blaring in his most likely sensitive ears, he freaked out. I didn't feel bad. I didn't laugh either. It wasn't funny. I just watched him have a mental breakdown until he realized I was watching him through the window.

He didn't talk to me for about a week after that. I didn't care about his attitude. As long as he learned his lesson then there was no reason for me to be upset with him any longer. I hope for his sake that he is on time today, because I already have in mind what I'll do if not.

I realized that I had been lost in my thoughts as I feel Angel move in my hold. He mumbled something incoherent before he seemingly tries to remove himself from my grasp. "Angel." I called out to him, tapping his flushed cheek and pulling him up a little bit. The water splashed around us at the sudden action. Angel didn't respond. He was still sluggish in my arms as he slept peacefully.

So perfect.

I hummed, dipping my head down to the crook of his neck. Planting small kisses on the wet and fragile skin, I moved one of my hands from his waist and trailed it toward his inner thigh. Stroking it softly I raised my lips to his ear. "Baby."

He still didn't reply. This was no surprise to me, though. I hadn't let Angel get any sleep at all last night and barely this morning. I spent most of the evening and up until about 2 or 3 hours ago both fingering and eating him out. It hasn't affected me in the slightest but Angel was winded. As soon as I finished, he was out cold.

At first, I hadn't intended to go for that long. But I've grown to be addicted to his cries of pleasure and pain. I was completely drawn in by the way his body twisted in my arms and his bewitchingly beautiful face wet with that all too familiar salty liquid as he moaned my name uncontrollably.

I couldn't forget that his enthralling scent on top of everything else just made me want to do more and more. My cravings for his moans and reactions to my touch had gotten to the point where I didn't care if it was too much for him. In fact, the more intense it got, the better the experience was for me.

My eyes fell down to his body, watching intensely as his chest rose and fell with every breath he took. Though I had completely ruined his skin within a couple of hours, he still managed to look breathtaking...I never imagined I'd think of someone this way. I used to think it was stupid. Weird, even. But now I have found myself to be deeply obsessed with this individual.

It's dangerous.

Angel has no idea the amount of power he has over me. My actions depend on him. Whether it be something he does, or something he says. It doesn't matter. I will react. Everything revolves around him. In my world, everything Angel. It's always him. He fucks with my head every second of the day and it makes it hard for me to control myself around him. Or maybe when I'm not.

If I go a certain amount of time without contact, the tips of my fingers start to burn. As if they needed to touch him in order to get rid of the feeling. As soon as I'm caressing his china doll-like skin, I feel satisfied.

I trailed my hand from his thigh to the underside of his knee and lifted his leg up, exposing his hole to me. Just by looking at it from this angle I can tell it's still very sensitive, judging by the fact that it looks even pinker than usual and is a bit swollen. Cute. With my other hand I used my fingers to lightly trace his fluttering entrance...I knew Angel felt it because he was awake in seconds with one of his hands wrapped around my wrist.

"Haven't you done e-enough?"

I tilted my head to the side at his interesting choice of words. He is lucky I consider myself to be in a good mood this morning. Otherwise I would have snatched him up and sewed his smart ass mouth closed. I will have to keep that in mind if this behavior becomes a problem. I won't have him thinking he can disrespect me as he pleases. I do not fucking play, especially when it comes to him. There will be no mercy.

"I think you should remember who you're talking to and greet me properly, love." I told him, still keeping two fingers pressed against his entrance. Angel's hand tightened around my wrist as if he were silently begging me to stop, then he shrank in my hold. "Be mindful of the words that leave your mouth." I warned.

"Goodmorning...Zhayne." He murmured...I could physically see how relieved he became as I removed my fingers from his entrance. So fucking cute. He should really work on trying to hide his emotions.

"Hi baby." I mumbled into his hair, placing a small kiss into his soft brown curls. "How are you holding up?" I asked him, adoring his flustered state.

Angel visibly swallowed. "I-I'm tired." He replied in a low but soft tone as he let go of my wrist. I smirked and wrapped my hand around his neck softly, pressing him closer to my body.

Our size difference was very noticeable. Angel is so tiny and delicate compared to my large build. But that made everything so much better. Angel may be a little thing, but his body never disappoints. I mean it with every fiber in my being when I say that this boy is perfect in every way.

"Tired from what?"

Angel struggled to find the right words to say. "W-what do you mean? Have you forgotten that you-?" He cut himself off, blushing profusely as he attempted to hide his face. I won't have that. There will be no hiding from me.

"Look at me." I commanded sharply. Angel sighed but obeyed, turning around to face me head on. He hesitated to situate himself all the way down in my lap, which made me grab his hips and do it myself. There is no need for the foolishness. Angel should be very used to the fact that I naturally get an erection every time he sits on me. This is nothing new.

"You know..." I trailed off, gazing at the bite marks and hickies I placed all over his beautiful body that was to die for. "If I wasn't on a tight schedule, I'd do it again." I revealed to him honestly, looking into his eyes as I relaxed in the water. He was still tense, of course.

"Y-you're crazy."

"Tell me something I don't know, pretty." I leaned up. "Come on. We have things to do today." I said, giving him no time to say anything else. I picked Angel up, making him wrap his legs around my waist and his arms hooked on my shoulders as I stood up and exited the bathroom.

I made sure to devour his swollen lips the entire way to the room. I can't get enough of his mouth, his body. His everything. I want him so fucking bad every second of the day it frustrates me. But I hold back. For now. Angel isn't ready for me in that way yet. I know I'm far beyond what he can take. So I can settle for subtle touches and making him cum with my tongue and fingers for now. But it will only be a matter of time before I decide I can't take it anymore.

I did end up spending the next 10 to 15 minutes kissing him and marking up his skin again. In a nutshell, wasting time. I don't mind at all, in the end. His touch and moans are the start and end to my days from now on.

I was reluctant to move away from him but when I realized we were running out of time, I left him be to get dressed so we could leave as I did the same. And usually I'd have breakfast prepared for us to eat but we don't have time for that as of right now. I have somewhere to be and so does he.

I could leave Angel here, but I'm afraid that's not happening. And it's not that I fear he will run away, because I'll find him in no time and fuck him up if he tries. It will be even more of a breeze to find him than it was last time now that I have that tracker implanted in his thigh. I plan on getting more, but that is not the main focus here.

I will bring him along just because I'm not ready for him to have that freedom again just yet. Not now. It's too soon. I'll suffocate him with my presence for a little while longer before I allow him some slack. But as I've made clear before, I will be watching him whether we are together or not. I have the upper hand in this game at all times.

By the time we were done getting ready, I rushed Angel out of the house in a hurry. I needed to put a move on it and get to Tone's place quickly. I'm tracking down my target right this second and it looks as if he's trying to flee the state, judging by the route he's going. I don't fucking think so.

I hopped in the car and allowed Angel to get in the back. He'd made himself comfortable and laid across the seats, automatically falling asleep as he rested his head on the leather surface. There's no way in fuck he's that tired.

I shook my head and started the car, driving off. I made sure to get one of my beat up SUV'S. The ones I use whenever I know it's going to be a chase because it's bound to get damaged in some sort of way. I won't have my vehicles that I payed a fortune for getting ruined.

It took about 10 minutes to get from my house to his. Technically it was just another property of mine, but I'm allowing Tone to stay here because I have no one else to watch over it.

When I pulled up I took out my phone and called him. "I'm outside. Hurry up." I told Tone once he picked up and ended the call. I immediately had my gaze fixated on the front door as I waited for him to come out. I didn't have to wait long, like I half expected. He'd ended up coming out as soon as I reached . He had until 20 to be in this car or I was going to fuck him up.

Tone rushed out of his front door with haste and ran to the passengers side of the vehicle, practically ripping the door open with an unnecessary amount of force as he sat down in his seat quickly and slammed it shut, looking all over the place. When he was settled, he was breathing heavily and looking at me with this wide eyed expression.

"Did I make it on time?!" He huffed, reaching for one of the bottles of water I kept in the cup holder in each door of the car. Tone chugged half of the bottle down in less than 30 seconds. The fuck is he doing all this extra shit for?

The unlit blunt placed in the corner of my mouth moved slightly as I spoke. "You still have both your legs don't you?" I shot him a genuine smile. Tone didn't even look fazed by my question.

He's used to that. To me. While that may be true, Tone also knows I don't play, which is why I don't have to correct him too many times for him to know I'm not fucking around. He's very mindful of the fact that if he was not out here before his time was up, that something bad would happen to him.

Tone looked down at his legs, shrugging nonchalantly. "Yeah." He responds as I drive off again, heading down the highway immediately in search of our targets location. I can tell that as I'm looking at the moving red dot that he's really on the move. That means this is going to be one hell of a fucking ride.

My favorite.

"So." Tone started, looking in the mirror on his side as he fixed his hair and groomed his beard with a mini comb he always kept on him. "Who we gotta take care of today?" He asks, shutting the mirror closed shortly after and intertwining both of his hands behind his head.

"Draco." I responded, still focusing on the moving red dot on the screen. He turned to look at me with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Draco? What the fuck did he do?"

I glanced at the device, seeing that I'm getting closer and closer to the target at this rate. He's just 5 minutes up the highway. Now the only thing I have to worry about is weaving around all of these fucking cars that are in my way.

Sighing in annoyance, I slammed my foot on the gas and went a little bit faster, not at full speed. But enough to pass up most of the vehicles. Tone wasn't affected in the slightest by my reckless driving since we've done shit like this since middle school together. He wasn't too good himself.

"You know how I had Eliseo in charge of some of my men and evaluate how everyone's operating in the system when I'm not around, right?" Tone nodded. I stopped talking for a moment as I found myself pressing my foot even harder on the gas pedal and quickly swerving through three cars at an alarming speed.

I completely ignored the man to the left of me honking his horn obnoxiously, calling me a retarded fuck. I could kill him at any moment, but since I couldn't give two shits about what he said, I kept on. My business was not with him. Though I will not hesitate to have him take a little trip to my playground if he attempts to be slick with me again. I might consider putting a bullet in his tongue. But knowing my taste, that would only be the beginning.

And I indeed, have the skill to achieve that. I have not gone through years and years of training just to have shitty aim.

When I skillfully managed to get around the vast amount of vehicles and drew nearer to my target, I felt my blood rush in excitement. Suppressing a smile, I continued filling Tone in. "He was helping Eliseo sell the drugs but was keeping a good portion of the profit they made, ultimately fucking up my sales."

Tone furrowed his brows. "When you found this out? And is Eliseo already taken care of?" A very small part of me was offended at his question. The hell does he take me for? Of course I took care of that dick eating piece of shit. He's long gone. And the rest of his backup is as well. I'm on my last one, Draco. As soon as he's done for, I will have new people replace the ones I killed off.

Unfortunately, I couldn't just kill them all at once like I would have. Though I have all the resources to get that done. It's important that I do it in an orderly fashion in order to avoid leaving any trace of evidence. I cannot just be reckless with my actions. No matter how much power I have. Just because I have ties all over the world including with the law, and can get away with just about anything does not mean that's a free invitation for me to be fucking stupid.

So, I slowly kill off one after the other until they are all gone, that way the mess is easier to clean up. And that takes time, since I like to make sure enough flesh and blood is shed to satisfy me. I prefer to make a mess of my victims until they are deemed as unidentifiable.

"He's been dead. And I've known for a while before I decided to kill him. But, I just wanted to see how long he'd keep the act up thinking I didn't notice shit. Really, I knew what he was doing from the jump. Fuckin' dumbass." I felt myself getting irritated just thinking about him again. I'm not even mad about the fact that he stole money. I'm more pissed he thought he'd get away with it. Like he forgot who he worked for.

"Damn I ain't know all that." He shook his head, reaching into the backseat for both of the AR-15's I had sitting back there, loaded and ready to go. I'm sure he noticed Angel sound asleep but didn't say anything. Which was smart of him. He better not.

Tone handed me the other one and I carefully sat it into my lap, feeling my excitement practically burst through the fucking roof. "This why you need to have me in charge. I be on top of my shit." He said with a proud smile on his face. Tone takes out a black ski mask from his back pocket and slides it over his head. He looks so fucking dumb.

"You should know me well enough to be aware that you cannot bullshit me, Tone."

"What you mean?! I do exactly what you tell me to do. And you barely have to correct me. I mean I slip up sometimes but-"

"I shouldn't have to correct you at all. And you know how I feel about mistakes. You should be lucky I even spare you." I told him lowly. His mouth was left agape for a while before he nodded his head, making a sound of agreement. However, I didn't pay him too much attention. My heartbeat sped up with joy as the red dot started to blink profusely, letting me know that Draco was nearby.

Showtime.