Page 40 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part two
TYLER
Tivon totally wants to fuck Ari.
He can hide it all he wants, but I see straight through that shit. All joking aside, it’s the way that he talks about him. There’s a longing in his voice. I just don’t know if Tivon will ever act on it, or if the others would want him to be a part of our team and relationship. No matter how this all started, I trust him. He helped get Ari and Jason out of that prison, and I watched him today. Tivon is good, damn good, and he’s someone you would want at your back.
“You ready to question them?”
I turn around at the sound of Tivon’s voice and nod before following him into the house. We walk down to the basement, and I find myself assessing him even more. He couldn’t get away from Ari fast enough, and I have to admit I’m intrigued by Tivon myself. I’m not the only one either. Jason seems to be getting closer to him, Kira has accepted him, and Keon worked his shit out about him.
The guys come into view, and I step back, wanting to watch Tivon work. He goes to the guy that slashed his arm first. “What were you looking for?” Tivon asks in a harsh tone that makes thehair on my arms stand up. I’m still so fucking confused as to how the hell he hid this part of himself. “Answer me.”
“I’m not telling you shit. You might as well kill me.”
“That can be arranged,” I answer, finally moving to stand beside Tivon. “But we want answers first. So, easy way, or hard way? Those are your only options.”
“Fuck you,” the other guy spits, jerking on his chains.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” Tivon asks, cocking his head to the side.
“No, and I don’t give a fuck.”
Tivon’s hand lashes out faster than I can react, wrapping around the guy’s throat. “My name is Tivon Askari. I was trained by the men you are working for.” Tivon’s hand tightens enough to make the guy wince. “I was obviously trained better than you if we got the drop on you. I know how to strategically break your bones to make you scream in pain, but never pass out. Sending you into hours of torture.”Is this a bad time to get hard?Because holy shit. “I can peel layers of skin from your bones one section at a time. You’ll eventually talk. The question is, do you want to do it now, or see if I’m telling the truth?” Bad timing or not, I’m fully hard now. I adjust myself in my jeans and grin when Tivon looks at me. “There is something very wrong with you.”
“I’m not going to debate that. That was hot.” Tivon gives me a strange look and then drops his hand from the guy’s neck. “You need to tell him what you know. I’m already tired of this, and I need someone to touch my dick.”
“Stop,” Tivon hisses, making me chuckle. “This isn’t the time or the place.”
“So…you’re saying there’s a chance.”
“That is not what I said.” I thought flustering Ari was fun, but this is even better. “We have work to do.”
“I can multitask. You can do all the heavy lifting, and I can stand in the corner, watching you work. While stroking my cock.”
Tivon turns around so fast that I actually flinch. He locks his hand around my throat, squeezing until my mouth pops open, and gets into my face so close that I can feel his breath on my lips. “You don’t know when to shut up.”
“So I’ve been told,” I wheeze.
“Why are you pushing me?”
“Because I wanted to see this side of you come out.”
Tivon squeezes one last time before pushing me away from him. “You can’t do this with me.”
Everything in me wants to ask why, but he walks away, so I lock my lips shut. But this conversation is far from over. I saw the fire in his eyes when he was in my face, and he isn’t entirely unaffected either. I know he wants Aribad, I see the way he’s starting to look at Jason, and he already looked at Kira that way. I just need to get the rest of them on board, because that big boy needs to get laid.
Tivon grabs a wicked looking carving knife and goes back to our captives. He starts with the one who cut him and lays the knife against his collarbone. “Tell me what I want to know. What were you looking for?” When the guy refuses to answer, Tivon moves the knife, making it slice his skin. “What were you looking for?”
This goes on until a thin layer of skin hits the floor with a wet plop. I have to give him credit for not making a noise. Tivon moves to the other guy, whose eyes are already as wide as saucers. “It’s a flash drive,” the guy blurts out before Tivon can even touch him. “We don’t know what’s on it, but it was supposed to be in that house.”
“What the fuck, man?!” the other guys yells.
“This sick fuck isn’t carving me up. We don’t get paid enough for this bullshit.”
My fist snaps out before I can stop it, punching him right in the face. “Don’t you dare fucking call him that. Who pays you?”
“Some guy that calls himself Cryptic.” Tivon and I exchange a quick glance. I don’t see Abraham using some code name, and from the look on Tivon’s face, he’s thinking the same thing.
“Do you know who Abraham Cohen is?” Tivon asks, and the guy shakes his head. “Who were you talking about at the house?”
