Texas III part 7
Story title: Texas III
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware
Word Count: Approx. 1,660
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here.
Salvatore Alonzo caught his reflection in the pane of glass. The bruise to his eye and the split in his lip was better than he expected.
*~*
He dreaded facing Texas. He knew he was failing at his job. And now it seemed like it was a bigger fuck up than he originally thought. Boys were being snatched and that hit way too close to home. He had Brooks verify with J.B. that Paul was okay. His heart was in his throat when his personal body guard reported that it was Alex that had almost been snatched. If the gutless thief hadn’t stopped to partake of the golden boy’s attributes, Alex would have been gone. He would have failed Paul yet again, by not getting his own head out of his ass and moving on.
But life without Paul seemed so meaningless.
The smell of sex hung in the air as he approached the closed doors to the man’s office. He wanted to growl as his neglected libido perked up. It was like rubbing salt into his broken heart that Texas got to fuck not only Paul when he needed it but had sex on tap with Kyle.
Fuck you, he thought and turned to leave. Bear just crossed his arms across his barrel chest and shook his head. Sal snarled but the giant’s face was bland.
“Don’t fuck with him, sir. Not today.”
The doors swung open revealing a very mused Kyle who gave him a sheepish grin. The boy had a vibrant bruise on his throat and the limp in his gait assured him that Texas would be sexually satisfied and gloating.
“Get in here!!!”
Sal refused to walk into his long time friend’s office like a scolded dog. He had enough of that growing up, thank you very much. From his dominating mother, his bitch of a sister, and his reclusive father who expected him to follow in his footsteps.
He walked into a punch that made him see stars.
“Damn it, Texas.” He muttered as he staggered back and shook his head to clear the ringing. He was hauled up and shoved against the wall. Texas regarded him for a moment before pulling back and hitting him again. He slumped when the man let go of him. He tasted his own blood.
“Stay down,” Texas snarled when Sal made to push himself up. His head snapped up and he glared at the asshole.
“Finally,” Texas said, “You show some spirit, a day late and a dollar short, old friend. Do you know how many have been snatched? In talking to the outlying territories, which are your responsibility, twenty maybe more and those are the ones that are known. With the unknowns that number could be upwards of fifty if not more. I let this get out of hand by trusting you, thinking that you would get your head out of your ass and take care of business. Has one boy really got you by the balls?”
When Sal went to retort, Texas clenched his fist, “Don’t throw my Kitten in my face, you spoiled brat. I haven’t lost my boy, what does that say for you?”
His mouth snapped shut audibly.
Texas stalked over to his desk and ripped a sheet of paper from the pad. Shoving it into Sal’s face, he snarled, “Do your fucking job or it will be more than just my fist in your face? You need my dick up your ass or a long walk into the river? Your choice but fix this and report to me by in the morning, or so help me god not even Kyle will be able to hold me back.”
Texas grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and shoved him out of the office, slamming the doors behind him.
*~*
So that was what landed him in the shadowed alley waiting for his snitch. His fingers left his face and brushed over the scar on his chest that almost ended his life. His life, he thought with a derisive snort. He needed to get back to living it or Texas would end it for him.
“The fancy Italian, I shoulda known,” A voice said from the shadows. A brief flare from a lighter highlighted the police issue blue and the brass of a badge.
Sal’s jaw clenched, “You have information.”
“Mercy hospital, room 233, goes by John Doe. He has a part in this.”
“The boy snatching?”
The drag on the cigarette was audible as was the corresponding exhale. “We thought yous guys was behind it at first. The kid would scream at the mention of your names. But it was the terror for women that pointed us in another direction. The kid damn near passes out when a female gets within visual range.”
“There aren’t many women in our syndicate.” Sal said thoughtfully.
“Xactly, s’what we thought. Normally losing a few boy whores here and there wouldn’t put up much a fuss, but if they start lifting big names’ property, well then we don’t be needin’ a territory war.”
“I may need more,” Sal said grimly.
“Like what?”
“I’ll have to talk to a contact. Was any evidence lifted when the boy was recovered?”
The man was quiet, “We knows you guys are using an investigator and a lab of some sort. Keep it away from the legal channels and you won’t here a peep from the force. Things haven’t been near as,” He coughed, “Messy since you all brought them in.”
“If I need the evidence?” Sal prompted.
“Then use back channels to get to me. Evidence is misplaced all the time and no one is going to sneeze over a low priority cold case over a no name whore.”
Good to know that justice is being served, Sal thought cynically. “How do you know he was a whore?”
The man just laughed coldly and melted into the night. Shit, Sal thought, Paul had just gotten his life together and made overtures to Greg and Nick. He hoped that a meeting wasn’t on the horizon. His heart couldn’t take it.
*~*
He hated hospitals. The only one that he would get near was the one his family had funded. This was lowest of the low, he thought disdainfully as he picked his way through the teeming dregs of humanity. The suffering was palpable as was the despair. These were the ones that had nowhere else to go.
“Mr. Alonzo?”
He turned and was met by a haggard young nurse. Brooks immediately stepped between them. The young man seemed surprised but pressed on, “I was told you might be stopping by. Right this way.”
“Will the boy be able to receive me without duress?”
The nurse’s eyes flitted from one side to the other, “I gave him a relaxant and prepared him for your visit. He is much better from his first days with us. He should be able to talk to you.” The nurse pushed open the door to the room and stepped back.
Sal sucked in a breath at the dark hair standing out on the pillow case and the thin, drawn features of the boy. His first reaction was Paul!!! But looking closer, the boy was very familiar. His gut twisted. Master Andretti’s boy, Sal grappled desperately for the kid’s name.
“Paris?”
The boy stirred and opened deadened eyes. Dry lips cracked, “Master?” The pale eyes glittered and then focused, “Master Alonzo.”
If Sal ever felt like a complete and total ass, the sight of another broken boy sealed his fate. He had failed them all.
“I’m here to help you, little one. I need for you to tell me what happened? Tell me what you know so that we might stop the ones that are behind this? Does your master know that you are here? He must be frantic.”
The eyes fluttered close and tears leaked from beneath the eyelashes, “I’m no longer whole. My master demands perfection. I am better off dead.”
“I don’t understand,” Sal said gently.
The boy lifted his blankets and the ill fitting hospital gown. Sal gasped. Instead of two healthy testicles, one side was shrunken and the bruising was yellow green.
“Now you understand.” The blankets dropped.
Salvatore knew Giuseppe Andretti well; he would be frantic until Paris was returned. Keeping that to himself as not to upset the boy, he prompted gently. “Tell me, Paris, so that I may help.”
“I was one of the first,” Paris said mechanically. “A test run they called it. They had snatched vagrants but I was the first from a prominent overlord. They talked of the Puppy and the Kitten often, but deemed it too obvious and too drastic. How better to bring down the mighty Texas than through his very weakness and that of his syndicate? No good boy whores,” the boy licked his lips. “There are two of them, sir, both women. One is cold, calculating. The other is much more volatile. She is the one who likes to inflict pain, sir. She was the one,” he choked, “They tossed me out afterwards.”
Sal reached out slowly and brushed his fingers through the lank, dark hair. Paris froze but then leaned into the touch. “Do you know how many?”
Paris shook his head, “We were kept blindfolded, gagged, bound, and plugged. They left our ears open so that we could hear the screaming and the laughter. They took away my blindfold when they carried me out. I saw cages, sir. Lots and lots of cages, but when they went to load me into the vehicle, I was hit from behind. I woke up here.”
The boy shuddered once again. Sal kept petting his hair until the boy fell into a fitful slumber. He had enough to start with, enough to get Nick going. But, looking down at the sleeping boy and thinking of Paul, he had a phone call to make first.
“Ciao, Signor Andretti.”
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware
Word Count: Approx. 1,660
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here.
Salvatore Alonzo caught his reflection in the pane of glass. The bruise to his eye and the split in his lip was better than he expected.
*~*
He dreaded facing Texas. He knew he was failing at his job. And now it seemed like it was a bigger fuck up than he originally thought. Boys were being snatched and that hit way too close to home. He had Brooks verify with J.B. that Paul was okay. His heart was in his throat when his personal body guard reported that it was Alex that had almost been snatched. If the gutless thief hadn’t stopped to partake of the golden boy’s attributes, Alex would have been gone. He would have failed Paul yet again, by not getting his own head out of his ass and moving on.
But life without Paul seemed so meaningless.
The smell of sex hung in the air as he approached the closed doors to the man’s office. He wanted to growl as his neglected libido perked up. It was like rubbing salt into his broken heart that Texas got to fuck not only Paul when he needed it but had sex on tap with Kyle.
Fuck you, he thought and turned to leave. Bear just crossed his arms across his barrel chest and shook his head. Sal snarled but the giant’s face was bland.
“Don’t fuck with him, sir. Not today.”
The doors swung open revealing a very mused Kyle who gave him a sheepish grin. The boy had a vibrant bruise on his throat and the limp in his gait assured him that Texas would be sexually satisfied and gloating.
“Get in here!!!”
Sal refused to walk into his long time friend’s office like a scolded dog. He had enough of that growing up, thank you very much. From his dominating mother, his bitch of a sister, and his reclusive father who expected him to follow in his footsteps.
He walked into a punch that made him see stars.
“Damn it, Texas.” He muttered as he staggered back and shook his head to clear the ringing. He was hauled up and shoved against the wall. Texas regarded him for a moment before pulling back and hitting him again. He slumped when the man let go of him. He tasted his own blood.
“Stay down,” Texas snarled when Sal made to push himself up. His head snapped up and he glared at the asshole.
“Finally,” Texas said, “You show some spirit, a day late and a dollar short, old friend. Do you know how many have been snatched? In talking to the outlying territories, which are your responsibility, twenty maybe more and those are the ones that are known. With the unknowns that number could be upwards of fifty if not more. I let this get out of hand by trusting you, thinking that you would get your head out of your ass and take care of business. Has one boy really got you by the balls?”
When Sal went to retort, Texas clenched his fist, “Don’t throw my Kitten in my face, you spoiled brat. I haven’t lost my boy, what does that say for you?”
His mouth snapped shut audibly.
Texas stalked over to his desk and ripped a sheet of paper from the pad. Shoving it into Sal’s face, he snarled, “Do your fucking job or it will be more than just my fist in your face? You need my dick up your ass or a long walk into the river? Your choice but fix this and report to me by in the morning, or so help me god not even Kyle will be able to hold me back.”
Texas grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and shoved him out of the office, slamming the doors behind him.
*~*
So that was what landed him in the shadowed alley waiting for his snitch. His fingers left his face and brushed over the scar on his chest that almost ended his life. His life, he thought with a derisive snort. He needed to get back to living it or Texas would end it for him.
“The fancy Italian, I shoulda known,” A voice said from the shadows. A brief flare from a lighter highlighted the police issue blue and the brass of a badge.
Sal’s jaw clenched, “You have information.”
“Mercy hospital, room 233, goes by John Doe. He has a part in this.”
“The boy snatching?”
The drag on the cigarette was audible as was the corresponding exhale. “We thought yous guys was behind it at first. The kid would scream at the mention of your names. But it was the terror for women that pointed us in another direction. The kid damn near passes out when a female gets within visual range.”
“There aren’t many women in our syndicate.” Sal said thoughtfully.
“Xactly, s’what we thought. Normally losing a few boy whores here and there wouldn’t put up much a fuss, but if they start lifting big names’ property, well then we don’t be needin’ a territory war.”
“I may need more,” Sal said grimly.
“Like what?”
“I’ll have to talk to a contact. Was any evidence lifted when the boy was recovered?”
The man was quiet, “We knows you guys are using an investigator and a lab of some sort. Keep it away from the legal channels and you won’t here a peep from the force. Things haven’t been near as,” He coughed, “Messy since you all brought them in.”
“If I need the evidence?” Sal prompted.
“Then use back channels to get to me. Evidence is misplaced all the time and no one is going to sneeze over a low priority cold case over a no name whore.”
Good to know that justice is being served, Sal thought cynically. “How do you know he was a whore?”
The man just laughed coldly and melted into the night. Shit, Sal thought, Paul had just gotten his life together and made overtures to Greg and Nick. He hoped that a meeting wasn’t on the horizon. His heart couldn’t take it.
*~*
He hated hospitals. The only one that he would get near was the one his family had funded. This was lowest of the low, he thought disdainfully as he picked his way through the teeming dregs of humanity. The suffering was palpable as was the despair. These were the ones that had nowhere else to go.
“Mr. Alonzo?”
He turned and was met by a haggard young nurse. Brooks immediately stepped between them. The young man seemed surprised but pressed on, “I was told you might be stopping by. Right this way.”
“Will the boy be able to receive me without duress?”
The nurse’s eyes flitted from one side to the other, “I gave him a relaxant and prepared him for your visit. He is much better from his first days with us. He should be able to talk to you.” The nurse pushed open the door to the room and stepped back.
Sal sucked in a breath at the dark hair standing out on the pillow case and the thin, drawn features of the boy. His first reaction was Paul!!! But looking closer, the boy was very familiar. His gut twisted. Master Andretti’s boy, Sal grappled desperately for the kid’s name.
“Paris?”
The boy stirred and opened deadened eyes. Dry lips cracked, “Master?” The pale eyes glittered and then focused, “Master Alonzo.”
If Sal ever felt like a complete and total ass, the sight of another broken boy sealed his fate. He had failed them all.
“I’m here to help you, little one. I need for you to tell me what happened? Tell me what you know so that we might stop the ones that are behind this? Does your master know that you are here? He must be frantic.”
The eyes fluttered close and tears leaked from beneath the eyelashes, “I’m no longer whole. My master demands perfection. I am better off dead.”
“I don’t understand,” Sal said gently.
The boy lifted his blankets and the ill fitting hospital gown. Sal gasped. Instead of two healthy testicles, one side was shrunken and the bruising was yellow green.
“Now you understand.” The blankets dropped.
Salvatore knew Giuseppe Andretti well; he would be frantic until Paris was returned. Keeping that to himself as not to upset the boy, he prompted gently. “Tell me, Paris, so that I may help.”
“I was one of the first,” Paris said mechanically. “A test run they called it. They had snatched vagrants but I was the first from a prominent overlord. They talked of the Puppy and the Kitten often, but deemed it too obvious and too drastic. How better to bring down the mighty Texas than through his very weakness and that of his syndicate? No good boy whores,” the boy licked his lips. “There are two of them, sir, both women. One is cold, calculating. The other is much more volatile. She is the one who likes to inflict pain, sir. She was the one,” he choked, “They tossed me out afterwards.”
Sal reached out slowly and brushed his fingers through the lank, dark hair. Paris froze but then leaned into the touch. “Do you know how many?”
Paris shook his head, “We were kept blindfolded, gagged, bound, and plugged. They left our ears open so that we could hear the screaming and the laughter. They took away my blindfold when they carried me out. I saw cages, sir. Lots and lots of cages, but when they went to load me into the vehicle, I was hit from behind. I woke up here.”
The boy shuddered once again. Sal kept petting his hair until the boy fell into a fitful slumber. He had enough to start with, enough to get Nick going. But, looking down at the sleeping boy and thinking of Paul, he had a phone call to make first.
“Ciao, Signor Andretti.”