Page 106 of Lucky Boys
“You know, you don’t have to be in here right now. Luc and Mav won’t be back for another hour or so. And this fucker isn’t going anywhere.”
Luca and Maverick had taken Sawyer to the airport, where he was meeting his mom and grandpa that had flown in to pick him up. We, unfortunately, couldn’t leave yet, but we wanted to make sure Sawyer was safely out of the country and with his family before we got the answers we needed out of Larsen, so we’d been keeping him unconscious with the sedative Mav and I shot him up with when we grabbed him. We didn’t know who Larsen had working for him, so Luca had some of our own men from the security company accompanying Sawyer’s mom, and they’d be watching the house until this was all settled. That kid deserved to have some stability.
“Nah, I get too antsy out there by myself. I end up climbing the walls. I’d rather stay here and watch you give head to a banana.”
I winced. “If you give head like this, stay the fuck away from my dick.”
Brooks glared and threw a damn orange at me, which I dodged. “I’ll have you know, I give fucking awesome blowjobs.”
I palmed my dick and wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. “I’m open to a demonstration.”
Brooks laughed, but he was eyeing it, and I thought maybe I’d get that demonstration after all when, of fucking course, our guest moaned.
“Shit!” Brooks scrambled to his feet like he expected Larsen to somehow wake up, free himself from his bonds, and attack us. It wasn’t happening. I’d secured him myself. Even if he did manage to shake off the effects of the drug quickly, he wasn’t breaking out.
“Easy there, tiger. He’s not going anywhere. Text Luca, see if we can get started early.”
Brooks licked his lips. “Yeah, okay.”
Brooks typed away as I circled our captive. He still wasn’t all the way awake, but he was getting more alert. I could see it in the tension in his shoulders and how his breathing got more labored.
“Luc said go ahead. They’ll be here soon.”
“Awesome! Do you wanna play?”
Larsen grunted, but I wasn’t sure if it was a response to our conversation or if he was just starting to feel the pain in his limbs after being tied for over 24 hours.
Brooks climbed to his feet and walked cautiously toward me. “Yeah, kinda? What are you starting with?”
I squeezed his shoulder. “Well, first we have to wake him up. How do you want to do that?”
Brooks shrugged. “I’ll be honest. Anything I know about this shit comes from mafia books or movies. This wasn’t in the training Pops gave me.”
Made sense. They didn’t really deal with people in their line of work.
“Honestly, what you saw there probably works. We don’t wanna kill him or have him too fried he can’t talk. Also, it’s best to escalate the pain. Who knows, the guy might just talk without much prompting.” I shrugged. “But that’s no fun, so hopefully he’ll keep things interesting. He did put up a decent fight the other night.” Not as much as I’d expected though. But we’d clearly taken him by surprise.
“What about ice water? Like, a bucket of that? Can we do that?”
“‘Course we can. I like the way you think, sunshine.”
Larsen was still in and out of consciousness by the time Brooks and I came back with a nice, big bucket of ice water. I probably would’ve gone a different route, smelling salts, theelectric wand we had over with our supplies, but this was fun, and I enjoyed watching Brooks explore.
“You can do the honors,” I told him, but he huffed at me.
“You just don’t want to get wet.”
Well, maybe that was part of it. “Your idea, you implement it. Them’s the rules.”
Brooks probably knew I was full of shit, but he hefted the bucket of icy water up over his head and then dumped it right over Larsen, who fucking screamed, wrenching in his bonds.
I walked over to him and squatted so I was face-to-face with his wide, pissed-off eyes. “Morning, sleepyhead. Nice of you to join us.”
“Fuck you.”
I patted his cheek and looked up at Brooks. “That’s not a very nice way to greet your hosts, now is it?”
“Pretty fucking rude,” Brooks agreed.
