Texas II part 12
Title: Texas II (or until I can come up with something better)
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
His Kitten lay on his sweaty chest. The purple eyes had shuttered and the pinched features had relaxed as his boy drifted to sleep.
He snarled when the banging on the door caused his Kitten to jerk. He eased his boy onto the bed and kissed his forehead. He picked up the small pistol, determined to place a bullet in whoever was asinine enough to wake up his little slave.
He snatched the door open and had the barrel against Prax’s surprised forehead.
“Prepare to die,” Texas growled.
“Wait, sir.” A quiet voice caused Texas to turn.
“You’re Alonzo’s, Bear?”
“Yes, sir, I have urgent news. I meant no disrespect.”
Texas lowered his gun and glared at Prax. “Get out and don’t come back.”
The brawny guard acted as though he wanted to say something before thinking better of it. He turned on his heel and fled.
Coward, he thought, good riddance.
He felt his boy curve into his side, wrapped in a blanket.
“News?”
“Yes, sir,” Bear seemed to come to attention, “Sir, my boss went to the Vendetti estate with Brooks.”
Texas’ dark eyes widened and the phone buzzed. He raised his eyes skyward for patience. He lifted his Kitten into his arms and gestured with his head for Bear to follow.
“Texas.” It was Nick.
“Go ahead, Eddison.” Texas settled his boy against his chest.
“Greg uncovered names of some sort on a discarded notepad. We still have more to go through but I thought this might give you a lead.” He could hear another low voice in the background, “Night, Apollo, and Vendetti.”
Texas met the bodyguard’s gaze. “Good work, tell your lover to give up his day job, you two are going to become members of the organization.”
“Texas, wait.”
“Good bye, Nick.” He placed the phone on the cradle. “You are next in line after Brooks?”
The man looked confused, “Yes sir.”
“Who is after you?”
“J.B. sir.”
Texas cocked his head the side, that was a new one. “J.B.?”
“Jail bait sir.”
“Ah,” Cursing Alonzo’s penchant for young boys, “When this is through if your dumb ass of a boss survives, you are working for me.”
“You, sir?”
Texas leveled the man under his stare. “You are questioning me?”
“No, sir.”
“Good, you are in charge. Contact Meadows and set up a team, he’ll get you what you need.”
“Sir?”
Texas pulled his boy up and whispered into his ear, “I’m bringing him home. I won’t come back until I do.” He felt the dry, cool lips latch on. His Kitten’s kiss was almost desperate.
He left with Bear stumbling behind him. The man would find his rhythm.
“What do I expect?” Texas asked quietly as they stood before the lift.
“Your life and the life of your boy,” Bear replied solemnly, straightening his shoulders.
“Exactly, now let’s see if we can get the moron out without any life ending holes in his sorry carcass.”
*~*
Paul sat on the bathroom counter as Sal dressed. He had already put on the simple black pants and soft cotton shirt. The collar was open and his chain glistened.
“I can see the question, beautiful, ask me.” Sal said with a chuckle. He felt the damp press of a kiss to his forehead before the man went back to fussing with his tie.
“Why do men in your position have boys like me?” He could have bit his tongue in two at the surprise that flittered across Sal’s face. “I mean you could have anyone.” He said hastily.
Sal leaned back and considered him. “In our world, wives are usually selected to collect more power, more territories, or to solidify allegiances between organizations.”
“Like the medieval times,” Paul looked up and saw the pride in Sal’s glittering eyes.
“Exactly, times are not so different.” Sal made the final touches to his appearance and took Paul’s hand.
He felt wary. Sal still had a strange look on his face. He was comforted when he was pulled into his master’s lap.
“Sometimes those mergers are loving but most times not. We have found it is better to find a companion or a submissive to share our beds.” Paul sighed at the fingers in his hair. “Someone who does not have deeply tangled roots in the twisted way of life that we lead, some men use that position of power and collect many and others find one that satisfies their needs. We are selfish men, beautiful, with the power to back it up.”
Paul bit his lip and looked up into the man’s loving eyes, “You are not selfish, Sal.”
“But I am,” Sal said quietly, “You are mine and I would take the life of any who would try to take you away from me. I will always find you, beautiful. I will never let you go.”
*~*
“Paul,” Salvatore gasped. He felt his heart clench at the lack of recognition in the flat brown eyes.
“He no longer answers to that, son of Alonzo.” Vendetti said gleefully. He pulled the boy into his lap and chuckled at the naked pain on the blonde man’s face as the boy sensuously wound his way in his embrace.
“Here is the man, little Night, do you remember him?” The man twisted the boy’s head. Paul just blinked. “He is not here to rescue you; he is here at my invitation.”
Sal gulped as the brown eyes swept over him before turning in to the man’s chest. He watched as Vendetti snapped his fingers and another smaller naked boy appeared. The little golden boy knelt at the man’s feet.
“Why?” Salvatore’s whisper carried across the room.
“Why?” Vendetti roared, “You arrogant little bastard. You think because you have gotten in bed with that American ass that you are above reproach. You do his dirty work and forget the tradition and ties that were around long before you were at your mother’s tit.”
Paul was shoved to the ground as the man surged upwards. Sal could see his little lover’s head bounce against the floor. He took an involuntary step forward but the cold steel pressed against him. The boy did not wince; he pulled himself up and knelt by the smaller boy. Sal could almost see the boy leaning into Paul and jealousy flared.
“Did you not think that taking down the Orcelo family would not have consequences?”
“You have no ties to the Orcelo family.” Salvatore replied, trying to get his head into the twisted game so that he could get Paul and himself out alive.
“That is where you are wrong,” a female voice floated. He watched a tall striking woman take her place at her husband’s side. She jerked on a leash and battered girl knelt at her feet.
“Who the fuck cares?”
Sal’s heart jumped. Texas!
And bullets rained. He desperately tried to get to his boy. He grabbed Paul’s hands. His boy did not blink an eye. He just continued to look forward at the chaos before him.
“Beautiful?” Sal cried.
The he felt it. It was like white fire spearing though his body. He looked down in surprise and saw the red spreading across his chest. Dark spots bounced before his eyes. He tried to hold himself upright but his body would not follow his orders.
As he slumped forward he heard a confused voice, “Sal?”