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After slipping out of Violet's room, Tate ran quickly down the back stairs, into the basement, hearing Gabe and Ben talking, making plans, a date with Violet, dinner at a seaside restaurant.
"Violet loves lobster, just don't be put off by her… gruff disposition, she has a way of asserting her mind, she can be a petulant child, but Gabe I assure you, she's like any other bitch... break her, and she'll be yours."
Hesitating at what he heard, Tate quietly stood at the bottom of the basement stairs, before rummaging through an old dresser, grabbing a locked box he kept hidden.
Taking what he needed, he popped the clutch, rolling the muscle car silently out of the driveway down the street past a few houses and waited.
Black eyes followed Gabe as he shook hands with Ben on the porch before jumping in his Lexus, making Tate wonder if money or power had a hand in Ben pushing his daughter into the arms of this asshole.
Not that it mattered, not anymore.
Driving a good distance behind him, Gabe led Tate straight to his house, a mansion located high in the hills.
Turning his headlights off, Tate slowed as Gabe turned into a long driveway disappearing through a high wrought iron gate.
Parking beneath some low hanging trees, Tate watched the mansion high on a hill, waiting until a light popped on the third level, far to the right, giving him an idea to which was Gabe's bedroom.
With his suspicions confirmed as Gabe walked by a window, all there was to do now was wait.
Easing down in his seat parting his legs slightly, Tate rested his blonde head as he let his mind drift back to her, always to her.
Their quick intimate moment shared in her bedroom, wasn't nearly enough, having a taste of being inside, left him in a constant state of need, a thirst that could never be quenched, no matter how many times he had his fill of her.
With time to spare as he waited for Gabe to fall asleep, he unbuckled his belt, sliding the leather out of it's confines.
His dark eyes slid shut slowly as he pictured her, back arched, nipples hard, rising to the sky as he licked wildly between her thighs.
Hissing as his hand curled around his hard cock, his head fell back, full lips parted, seeing her in his mind beg for him to fuck her.
Pumping away he raised his other hand to his lips, fingers that had just slipped inside her back at the house, swept along his mouth inundating him with her intoxicating scent, driving him to a state of near madness.
Groaning softly he imagined himself surging inside her, golden hair spilling out all around her like a halo, pale skin glistening under the moonlight, the taste of sea air mixed with her essence set a fire deep within him.
"Violet."
The husky whisper of her name filled the inside of his car continuously over and over as he stroked himself.
The muscles in his thighs contracted, his hard stomach tightened as his thumb swept over the head of his cock, picturing her little pink tongue slipping out from between her soft lips to taste him.
"Fuck."
Gritting rows of white teeth, he came with a vengeance as he slipped fingers coated with her in his mouth shuddering hard against the seat.
Slowly his eyes opened as he awoke from his fantasy, shivering slightly as sweat fell from the tips of his flaxen waves.
Breathless, he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he heard a text vibrate on his phone.
Lifting his cell from his pocket, a wicked grin edged along the side of his perfect mouth.
Worried about you
forget him
it's not worth it
just come home
I miss u
let me show u just how much
V
Her strategy to make him change his mind, only fueled his desire to go forth with his plan as he grabbed surgical gloves from beneath his seat.
don't worry
trust me
be home soon
T
She had no idea how deep his drive went to protect her, this was personal.
Grabbing what he needed from the passenger seat Tate quietly slipped out of his car.
Running fast up the winding long driveway, after easily scaling the high gate, he made his way to the side of the impressive Spanish style house.
Surmising what he had to work with, Tate began his climb, finding his footing on the lattice framework of a trellis covered in red roses, he moved quickly up the side of the house, jumping from there to a hanging branch and finally to small ledge outside of Gabe's bedroom.
vTv
Sighing looking at her cell, Violet knew there would be no stopping him, he was a force like she had never seen, the heaven to her hell.
Long after a forced lengthy talk with her father, she slipped out quietly, trying hard to ignore the grunting, and calling out of Ben's name from Constance's high pitched grating voice.
Making her way down the basement stairs, wanting to surprise him on his return, she sat on an upside down milk crate waiting for him.
Using the flashlight on her cell, she waved it around the cobwebbed stone walls realizing it was her first time down there.
Dark, dank, smelling of dead things and moth balls, littered with boxes and old toys, she saw nothing out of the ordinary, until something caught her eye.
Moving closer to small, faded writing etched on brick, on the far wall, down by the floor, she knelt on bare knees directing the flashlight so she could see better.
Brushing away dust covering the tiny letters, she fell back on her bent legs, as he heart clenched painfully.
mommy
daddy
love
tate
It was obviously carved by a child, knowing it had to be Tate, she pressed her hand next to his name, realizing he couldn't been more than five when he did this.
Running her fingertips over each letter carefully, she knew he had to have used a sharp knife as her fingers dipped deep in the indentations.
It was sad, a desperate wish from a lonely confused little boy.
Aiming the light closer, after noticing something small sticking out from beneath one of the bricks, Violet pulled at the tiny thread.
She nearly fell backwards as the brick moved.
Putting her phone down, now having more material exposed to grab onto, Violet forcefully pulled the brick out from the wall.
A cloud of dust blew back at her, causing her to cough into her arm, hoping no one heard.
Shining her phone once again at the hole left by the brick, her heart dropped.
Inside she found a man's striped button up shirt, bloody, wrapped around something hard.
With shaky hands she gazed up the stairs, listening carefully for any noise.
Hearing nothing she took the shirt out to gently unwrap it.
Tears filled her hazel eyes, tears for him.
It was a knife, not just any household kitchen utensil, she had seen one like it before, at her grandfather's cabin on the lake in Maine.
It was a filet knife, used to strip the scales and skin away from fish.
Sharp as hell, she remembered her mom telling her to stay far away from the men when they were preparing the fish for dinner.
The entire blade was caked with blood, as well as a dark crimson red hand print on the handle.
It didn't take a genius to figure out just who's hand it was, or who the shirt belonged to.
Wrapping it back up quickly, she shoved it back in it's resting place, being very careful to put the brick back exactly how it was.
Once again lighting it up with her phone, she noticed that she had disturbed the dust, it stood out among the other bricks.
Looking around nervously, she found a rag that had been down there clearly for a long time, shaking it over the brick she did her best to coat the stone with the dirt from the cloth.
Breathing hard, her heart rammed against her ribs.
Tate was right, his father would never leave him, the evidence was clear, Hugo Langdon was murdered.
Shaking, she stood leaning against the wall, wondering how the hell she would tell him, how she could possibly hurt him, destroy him, take away all his hope of ever seeing his father again, worse, knowing he died at the hands of his own mother.
vTv
Peering in his window like a predator, silent and deadly, Tate easily slipped inside his window, as Gabe slept peacefully in bed.
Slowly, with eerie ease, Tate circled his bed looking down at his catch, before his gaze lifted to his surrounding walls.
They were covered, shelves upon shelves of trophies, everything from baseball to chess, he was a champion in all sports and academics, achievements were framed proudly displayed, adding to Tate's visceral hatred of this kid.
Taking out a roll of duct tape from the pocket of his sweatshirt, Tate ripped off a small piece, as he approached Gabe.
Forcing back a smile, finding that he was strangely enjoying this, he quickly pressed the tape over his mouth while bracing his forearm across his chest, leaning his knee roughly into his side.
Wide eyes stared up at him in terror, adjusting to the darkness, a sudden acknowledgement appeared.
"Yes it's me asshole, Violet's brother, Tate… and no, unfortunately this is not a dream."
Digging his knee deeper into his side as Gabe struggled, Tate brought his finger up to his lips.
"Shh, now Gabe, although it is true that you are not dreaming, it's really up to you if this night becomes a nightmare."
Stilling, he stopped trying to yell through the tape, realizing no one could hear him.
"Good boy… now you're getting it… listen all I want is a little talk."
Lifting a switchblade from his back pocket, Tate engaged the blade to Gabe's horror.
"Now Gabe, no one needs to get hurt, like I said, I just want to talk, because honestly I think we have a little problem that needs clearing up."
Seeing that breathing was becoming an issue, Tate eased up the pressure from his knee.
"Now, we both know that Violet has made it clear to you that she is just… not interest."
Waving the blade around as he spoke, Tate noticed tears forming in Gabe's eyes.
Laughing quietly, Tate cocked his head to the side, finding his weakness pathetic, especially since he found no issue with throwing Violet in front of the bus with Ben to get what he wanted.
Sighing, Tate lowered the knife down close to his eyes.
" I want you to leave Violet alone, no more threats, no more secret little emails to Ben, in fact I foresee you suddenly finding that your schedule is just too jam packed for tutoring."
Shaking violently, Gabe mumbled something indistinct as Tate lowered the blade to his neck, mimicking the act of slicing his throat.
Shaking his head, as if not satisfied with that punishment, Tate flashed his black eyes up quickly to meet Gabe's as if he just had an awesome idea.
Flipping the knife around so it was vertical, blade facing down, he pointed it directly to his balls.
Screaming now through the tape, flailing around Gabe was hysterically crying, begging.
Tate raised his eyebrows up at him, smiling widely as a huge wet puddle began to form across his pajama bottoms.
"Are you pissing your pants?"
Getting off the bed to get a better view, Tate laughed harder, "Holy shit, you did, you actually pissed your pants!"
Hyperventilating Gabe stared up towards the ceiling as if praying.
Kneeling by his head Tate poked his earlobe with the end of his knife.
"Oh I wouldn't bother, God isn't going to help you Gabe, in fact, no one can really help you now except for you."
Looking directly at him, paying close attention Gabe became very quiet.
"Don't go near her again, if by chance she approaches you, turn and walk away. Email Ben one last time, apologize for over scheduling yourself, and quit. Because if you don't Gabe, I'll be back, and it won't be here, it will be somewhere you'll least expect me, and those balls wont be the only thing I'll cut off between your legs. Do we understand each other?"
Nodding vigorously, Gabe enthusiastically agreed.
"Good, now just in case you get any ideas about going to daddy or the police, or god forbid you're fucking stupid enough to speak to Violet about any of this, I want you to know... there is no one, not one person on this Earth that will be able to protect you from me."
Nodding, crying, Gabe muffled his understanding through the tape.
"I'll scatter pieces of you across the country, they'll never be able to find a hair on your fat head, your dick and balls will be the first to go. Your death will be long, painful, unforgiving, and then you will be gone, forever."
All play left Tate's face as he stood hovering over him, giving Gabe a sinister image of a boy that never spoke words so true, it was something that could never be forgotten or buried away by any amount of alcohol or drugs.
"I'm going to take the tape off now, and then you're going to tell me what you've decided to do about all this."
Pressing the knife to his jugular, Tate ripped off the tape in one motion causing Gabe to wince.
"Well?"
Swallowing hard, straining to speak, Gabe harshly whispered while choking back tears.
"I-I'm going to email Ben, a-apologize for spreading myself too thin, and terminate our tutoring sessions."
Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, Tate nodded with approval.
"Terminate, yeah, I like that, good choice of words Gabe… and Violet?"
Shaking hard, at just the mention of her name, Gabe stammered, "I-I won't speak to her, or go near her, ever again."
Retrieving the blade back in it's sheath, Tate smiled wide, showing his dimples, before shoving the knife in his back pocket.
"Cool."
With that Tate was gone, back onto the tree limb, down the trellis, and in his car, watching as Gabe's room remained dark.
Grabbing his phone to tell Violet that he was on his way, his heart dropped when he saw a troubling message.
Tate
come home now
I'm in the basement
we need to talk
V
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