Texas part 27
Story title: Texas III
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F, F/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, bondage, dubious consent, accepted slavery, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware.
Word Count: Approx. 1,200
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Beta: This one is on me, mistakes are mine.
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
A/N The epilogue is left and that will conclude the Texas 'verse. Maybe.
J.B. was exhausted. Hours ran into one another, was it tomorrow, five days, a week since the world went to hell? Bear was snarling out orders left and right, the syndicates were in disarray. Texas’ loyal guard had been sent on a disposal mission before the blast. His guilt was in his bark.
Wisely, no one had made a move.
Texas’ memory loomed large.
Nick’s face had been gaunt all but leaning on Greg as he gave his report. “The forensics just doesn’t make sense. We found one body. And from what the ME could tell, sex? Undetermined.”
“And the fire wasn’t hot enough to obliterate human remains,” Greg filled in, “We’ve determined that the body was the source of origin. That leaves Texas, Sal, Paul, Kyle, and Brooks unaccounted for.”
“As well as Alvarez and the whore that was in the basement,” Bear added. The older guarded gave a long sigh of exhaustion. “We’ve followed all the protocols. There is only one thing left to do.”
“Alonzo’s.”
*~*
It felt like a shrine, too quiet. J.B.’s heart thudded painfully. Salvatore Alonzo had given him his break, brought him up through the syndicate and entrusted his most precious possession in his care.
Paul.
Eyes burning, he blinked them back furiously. Bear squeezed his shoulder as they made their way into the inner most sanctum to do damage control before the authorities eventually made it to Alonzo’s home. Having Nick and Greg had allowed them to stay ahead, barely.
Paul. His boss.
Who would he work for next? Would they have that same fierceness that burned from dark eyes, the scars that revealed the strength of one so young? How would he tell Alex that his Night was gone? His young lover would cry the tears that he would not allow to fall.
They had no proof.
Bear and J.B. both reached for their guns simultaneously. So the vultures had finally made their move, scavenging to make it to the top of the power vacuum. Stupid bastards, if anything Carnegie would step into the void to smooth over the transition until the next syndicate boss to take over the territories. Texas left no other successor outside of the expected Salvatore Alonzo.
Stupidity ate smoke and lead.
In moves born from action, Bear kicked in the door, J.B. at his back, trigger finger flexing to take down…
Texas.
Bear and J.B. stood dumbfounded, guns at the ready.
“About fucking time,” Texas said looking up.
“Did you have to kick the door in?” Salvatore said with a sigh. Paul gave a breathy chuckle from the safety of his master’s lap.
“Pay up, old friend.” Texas’ smile was sharp and predatory.
Brooks stepped in and surveyed the damage to the door. “Good thing they didn’t shoot first and ask questions later.”
Texas lifted an eyebrow. J.B.’s mouth snapped shut with an audible snap. “Are you two just going to stand there? There’s work to do.”
Paul nuzzled at Alonzo’s neck, “Master, you aren’t being fair to them, they don’t know what happened?”
Bear’s eyes darted around the room, “Where’s the Kitten?”
*~*
Phoenix pulled out of the boy’s swollen hole. His eyes narrowed, he didn’t know Texas’ complex that well but flashing lights before the power was cut could not be a good thing.
He dressed quickly. Checking the boy over and ignoring the angry stare, Phoenix wrapped Max in a blanket. Wisely leaving the gag in place, he lifted him up and over his shoulder.
His gun led him through the deserted complex. Powwow was over, he mused, and security should be locked down. But no one was around. What the fuck?
Brooks, he found first, out cold. Shoving his gun into his waistband, he pulled the dead weight into a shadowed corner. He put Max down gently and bound his wrists with his belt. He could see the fear and trepidation in the bright green eyes.
“Don’t worry; I’m not going to leave you. You’re mine, remember?” He chucked the boy’s chin. “You’ll be safe here, don’t try to get away. You’ll get your fool ass shot.”
Phoenix heard her before he saw her, the madness in her voice making his skin crawl. There was no physical link between brother and sister but Phoenix made the connection. Texas kept his emotions under tight control, ruling with an iron fist, daring anyone to fuck with him.
The woman was all over the place, taunting, sing song words that made little sense. Even she had caught them by surprise, Texas and Alonzo was more than capable of taking her out. It should have been a cakewalk.
So why did she have a gun drawn on Texas’ slave? How was she getting away with it? A subtle movement caught his eye. The pup, Paul, his fingers had twitched and Phoenix realized the boy had seen him. How resourceful, he thought with approval. A slave didn’t mean weakness. The boy’s fingers slowly lifted to his collar, a mistaken move of nervousness. Misdirection. His fingers then trailed down his sternum, clenching into a fist at equal intervals. Phoenix tried to catch his eye but the dark eyes were fixated on the woman, almost as if he was trying to communicate.
Fists, sternum, and only one hand was on a gun, the other fisted at her side. Well fuck, explosives were a pain in the ass. Doable but a pain never the less.
If he were ask to explain? Phoenix wouldn’t have been able to put it into words. Just flashes. A snap of bone, a gun going off, pounding of feet, dropping the body, seeing the detonator released, covering his boy’s body with his own. Texas’ dark eyes and soot covered face looming over him. Dark hallways, underground sewers, muttered words. And finally sweet rest, Max’s body curled against his own.
*~*
“Alvarez is finishing up a job.” Texas said matter-of-factly. “He coordinated with Marcus; all the missing boys were found and returned to their masters. If they were brothel whores, then they have jobs in the syndicate. After that hell, we’ll protect them.”
J.B. nodded. He was still reeling.
Texas’ just stared at them both; J.B. could have sworn he could see the humor there. “What? Get your asses in gear we have work to do. Bear, find me a house. I’ve got a Kitten to fuck.” His dark eyes moving past the two guards.
J.B. turned to see a naked, collared Kyle standing in the abused door way with a serene smile on his mirror image face.
Paul yelped. His master’s hand had found his groin, “Tell Alex, to give us a few days, Jailbait. Beautiful and I need a little vacation.”
“As well as Nick and Greg,” Texas said, striding towards the doorway. Bear and J.B. wisely got out the way. With his boy in his arms, he gave one last begrudging parting shot, “For a job well done.”
“And tell Greg,” Paul squirmed and then huffed in laughter when Alonzo’s mouth covered his own. Breathless, he panted out, “We’ll be back to work soon.”
J.B. blinked, “We?”
Paul’s dark eyes were happy, “Last time I looked, I’m still your boss.” His lips twitched, “Jailbait.”
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F, F/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, bondage, dubious consent, accepted slavery, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware.
Word Count: Approx. 1,200
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Beta: This one is on me, mistakes are mine.
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
A/N The epilogue is left and that will conclude the Texas 'verse. Maybe.
J.B. was exhausted. Hours ran into one another, was it tomorrow, five days, a week since the world went to hell? Bear was snarling out orders left and right, the syndicates were in disarray. Texas’ loyal guard had been sent on a disposal mission before the blast. His guilt was in his bark.
Wisely, no one had made a move.
Texas’ memory loomed large.
Nick’s face had been gaunt all but leaning on Greg as he gave his report. “The forensics just doesn’t make sense. We found one body. And from what the ME could tell, sex? Undetermined.”
“And the fire wasn’t hot enough to obliterate human remains,” Greg filled in, “We’ve determined that the body was the source of origin. That leaves Texas, Sal, Paul, Kyle, and Brooks unaccounted for.”
“As well as Alvarez and the whore that was in the basement,” Bear added. The older guarded gave a long sigh of exhaustion. “We’ve followed all the protocols. There is only one thing left to do.”
“Alonzo’s.”
*~*
It felt like a shrine, too quiet. J.B.’s heart thudded painfully. Salvatore Alonzo had given him his break, brought him up through the syndicate and entrusted his most precious possession in his care.
Paul.
Eyes burning, he blinked them back furiously. Bear squeezed his shoulder as they made their way into the inner most sanctum to do damage control before the authorities eventually made it to Alonzo’s home. Having Nick and Greg had allowed them to stay ahead, barely.
Paul. His boss.
Who would he work for next? Would they have that same fierceness that burned from dark eyes, the scars that revealed the strength of one so young? How would he tell Alex that his Night was gone? His young lover would cry the tears that he would not allow to fall.
They had no proof.
Bear and J.B. both reached for their guns simultaneously. So the vultures had finally made their move, scavenging to make it to the top of the power vacuum. Stupid bastards, if anything Carnegie would step into the void to smooth over the transition until the next syndicate boss to take over the territories. Texas left no other successor outside of the expected Salvatore Alonzo.
Stupidity ate smoke and lead.
In moves born from action, Bear kicked in the door, J.B. at his back, trigger finger flexing to take down…
Texas.
Bear and J.B. stood dumbfounded, guns at the ready.
“About fucking time,” Texas said looking up.
“Did you have to kick the door in?” Salvatore said with a sigh. Paul gave a breathy chuckle from the safety of his master’s lap.
“Pay up, old friend.” Texas’ smile was sharp and predatory.
Brooks stepped in and surveyed the damage to the door. “Good thing they didn’t shoot first and ask questions later.”
Texas lifted an eyebrow. J.B.’s mouth snapped shut with an audible snap. “Are you two just going to stand there? There’s work to do.”
Paul nuzzled at Alonzo’s neck, “Master, you aren’t being fair to them, they don’t know what happened?”
Bear’s eyes darted around the room, “Where’s the Kitten?”
*~*
Phoenix pulled out of the boy’s swollen hole. His eyes narrowed, he didn’t know Texas’ complex that well but flashing lights before the power was cut could not be a good thing.
He dressed quickly. Checking the boy over and ignoring the angry stare, Phoenix wrapped Max in a blanket. Wisely leaving the gag in place, he lifted him up and over his shoulder.
His gun led him through the deserted complex. Powwow was over, he mused, and security should be locked down. But no one was around. What the fuck?
Brooks, he found first, out cold. Shoving his gun into his waistband, he pulled the dead weight into a shadowed corner. He put Max down gently and bound his wrists with his belt. He could see the fear and trepidation in the bright green eyes.
“Don’t worry; I’m not going to leave you. You’re mine, remember?” He chucked the boy’s chin. “You’ll be safe here, don’t try to get away. You’ll get your fool ass shot.”
Phoenix heard her before he saw her, the madness in her voice making his skin crawl. There was no physical link between brother and sister but Phoenix made the connection. Texas kept his emotions under tight control, ruling with an iron fist, daring anyone to fuck with him.
The woman was all over the place, taunting, sing song words that made little sense. Even she had caught them by surprise, Texas and Alonzo was more than capable of taking her out. It should have been a cakewalk.
So why did she have a gun drawn on Texas’ slave? How was she getting away with it? A subtle movement caught his eye. The pup, Paul, his fingers had twitched and Phoenix realized the boy had seen him. How resourceful, he thought with approval. A slave didn’t mean weakness. The boy’s fingers slowly lifted to his collar, a mistaken move of nervousness. Misdirection. His fingers then trailed down his sternum, clenching into a fist at equal intervals. Phoenix tried to catch his eye but the dark eyes were fixated on the woman, almost as if he was trying to communicate.
Fists, sternum, and only one hand was on a gun, the other fisted at her side. Well fuck, explosives were a pain in the ass. Doable but a pain never the less.
If he were ask to explain? Phoenix wouldn’t have been able to put it into words. Just flashes. A snap of bone, a gun going off, pounding of feet, dropping the body, seeing the detonator released, covering his boy’s body with his own. Texas’ dark eyes and soot covered face looming over him. Dark hallways, underground sewers, muttered words. And finally sweet rest, Max’s body curled against his own.
*~*
“Alvarez is finishing up a job.” Texas said matter-of-factly. “He coordinated with Marcus; all the missing boys were found and returned to their masters. If they were brothel whores, then they have jobs in the syndicate. After that hell, we’ll protect them.”
J.B. nodded. He was still reeling.
Texas’ just stared at them both; J.B. could have sworn he could see the humor there. “What? Get your asses in gear we have work to do. Bear, find me a house. I’ve got a Kitten to fuck.” His dark eyes moving past the two guards.
J.B. turned to see a naked, collared Kyle standing in the abused door way with a serene smile on his mirror image face.
Paul yelped. His master’s hand had found his groin, “Tell Alex, to give us a few days, Jailbait. Beautiful and I need a little vacation.”
“As well as Nick and Greg,” Texas said, striding towards the doorway. Bear and J.B. wisely got out the way. With his boy in his arms, he gave one last begrudging parting shot, “For a job well done.”
“And tell Greg,” Paul squirmed and then huffed in laughter when Alonzo’s mouth covered his own. Breathless, he panted out, “We’ll be back to work soon.”
J.B. blinked, “We?”
Paul’s dark eyes were happy, “Last time I looked, I’m still your boss.” His lips twitched, “Jailbait.”