Page 75 of Moonstruck
“Yes,” Zane added fiercely. “When can we start cutting off appendages?”
“I like him,” Archer said, pointing in Zane’s direction. “You can keep him.”
Asa rolled his eyes. “Thanks ever so much for your approval.” To Zane, he said, “We need a little more proof before we start hacking off appendages.” Zane puffed up like he was going to protest, but Asa said, “I know, it’s annoying and tedious. But my father insists.”
“We just need more proof,” Jericho said.
“Like what?” Zane asked, slamming his fist on the table. “That guy mind-fucked my brother into killing himself, and I want to watch him fucking bleed.”
Even Asa’s eyes went wide at the venom in Zane’s tone. He had a lot of fight in him. That was good. Willing to fight meant not giving up. He needed Zane to keep fighting. “Easy, Lois. If he’s the guy, I’ll make him suffer. I promise. But let’s do a tiny bit of recon. Calliope, you know where he lives?”
She typed for a few more minutes. “He appears to dwell in his father’s and stepmother’s basement.”
“Shocker,” Lucas muttered.
“Well, that’s going to make this slightly more difficult. Can you shoot me the address and maybe track down his work schedule, Calliope?” Asa asked.
“Sure, buttercup.”
“Meeting adjourned?” Asa asked August, already standing up.
August nodded. “I hate to pry the girls away from my father, but I think we’ll reconvene after your recon session.”
Zane was already halfway to the door. “I want to go check this guy out right now.”
“Lois, you’re sick and hungover. It’s broad daylight, and this is not the kind of guy who won’t notice people snooping. I guarantee you he’s got security cameras. Good ones. I know you’re out for blood, but you need to trust me on this,” Asa said, tone firm.
“Fine. But I want him dead. I want them all dead.”
“How quickly you’ve corrupted him,” Archer said as he passed.
Asa wrapped his arms around Zane. “Let’s go get food and then we’ll swing by his house—just drive by—and scope out what we can. Just once. And only if you eat all your lunch.”
Zane made a noise of disgust. “I don’t want to eat.”
“That’s my final offer.”
“I could just go by myself.”
“Lois, believe me when I say this. It will be a cold day in hell before I ever let you do anything murdery without me.” There was no missing the way Zane’s pupils dilated, his tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip. Asa pressed his lips to his ear. “That turned you on, didn’t it? You're such a freak, I love it. Let’s go eat, Lois. I’ll even let you give me a handjob on the way.”
“Wow, what a treat,” Zane quipped.
Asa grinned. “I’m a giver.”
The drive past Jerry Jr.’s house had turned into a stakeout of sorts. Not because Zane had managed to change Asa’s mind about the timing, but because the aforementioned handjob turned into a blowjob and—for once—Zane seemed to have driven Asa to the point of distraction. Enough so that he pulled over, anyway.
Road head was a little painful. The center console jammed into his ribs, and he felt a bit like a contortionist with his ass all but in the air as he sucked Asa off. But when Asa had looked at him in that way he did that made Zane feel flushed and shivery, he knew it would never matter how painful Asa’s request might be. He’s always do it.
Which was how he’d ended up with Asa’s hands clenched in his hair, holding him in place so he could fuck up into his mouth, crooning exceedingly dirty things to Zane, telling him about all the people who could see him—could see them—right there in broad daylight while Zane choked on his cock like the perfect little whore.
His perfect whore. Zane had never enjoyed name calling or humiliation, but when Asa said it, there was nothing humiliating about it. It was the highest praise. Zane was a whore for Asa. Just Asa. He knew the talk was just as much for Asa’s excitement at Zane’s, just like he knew it was impossible for anybody to see past Asa’s illegal limo-tinted windows, but that didn’t make the thought any less hot.
By the time Zane swallowed Asa’s cum, his throat hurt and his eyes were watering, but he didn’t care. Seeing that look on Asa’s face—that gobsmacked, shocky look that Asa got when he was cum drunk, the way he looked at Zane like he was lucky to have him…that he was a gift and not a curse—only added to the heady experience that was sex with Asa. It made Zane feel both powerful and powerless somehow.
Though the first trip to Jerry’s hadn’t accomplished much, they had confirmed he lived there with his parents, and, with Calliope’s help, they’d learned there was a security system and cameras. Why that alone wasn’t proof enough to Zane that this guy was guilty, he didn’t know. Asa had laughed at his reasoning, but Zane didn’t think it was funny. This Jerry guy was shady.
Still, they were back to do their due diligence and bring the Mulvaney Council some kind of hard and fast proof that torturing this guy was the right thing to do. It was dark out. Jerry’s shift was due to end in another hour, so they had to move quickly. Luckily, the night was on their side.
