My inability to update on a weekly or bi-weekly basis is driving me just as insane as it is everyone else, but thank you for all the messages, check-ins and lovely encouraging words. They make me feel loved, inspired, and determined to find time to update sooner.
Lots going on in this chapter, but I don't think I need to warn about anything.
Not sure if I ever mentioned that I don't own Glee. If I did, it would be NYC all the time.
Now take me to your jungle, I'm not afraid
And if you're looking for your animal, hop in my cage
Crawl in and tear off your hide, don't talk
Come in, come in, gimme what I don't know, I want
Come in, come in, gimme what I don't know, I want
Gimme What I Don't Know (I Want) by Justin Timberlake
Chapter 14
"Let's go to the mall Saturday."
Blaine looked up from the paper he was supposed to be working on. He hadn't written a sentence in over half an hour, his mind consumed by the early morning phone call from his father.
"Luther's girlfriend, Lisa, was murdered last night."
Blaine swore under his breath. "How's Luther?"
"As you would expect. Devastated. Destroyed. Filled with guilt and rage. Seeing him like this…in so much pain…I can't stand it."
"Any idea who did it?"
"No, but it was clearly done to send a message."
"What makes you say that?"
"The words, Andersons lie, were carved into her body."
Blaine closed his eyes. "Shit."
"Exactly. Stay close to Telio and keep your eyes open. It would also be best if you stayed at school. It's the safest place for you right now."
Blaine looked over at Kurt who was lying on his side, lazily thumbing through the latest copy of GQ magazine.
"Why do you wanna go to the mall?"
Kurt looked up and gave Blaine a sweet, sexy smile. "Well, there's a Dalton/Crawford County Day dance coming up, and I was hoping a certain sexy Warbler might invite me to go. If he does, I might need a new outfit."
"I thought you had a closet full of clothes."
"Well…yeah, but I thought you might want to pick out something for me to wear. Like last time."
Blaine walked over to the bed and laid down. Kurt rolled over so they were facing each other. Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and brought it to his chest. Kurt's eyes were a beautiful, smiling, bright blue. For a moment Blaine lost himself in Kurt's eyes.
I can't breathe without you.
"Well?" asked Kurt.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, would you accompany me to the dance?"
"Why Blaine Devon Anderson, it would be a pleasure."
"As for clothes, how about you surprise me this time? Pull out your sexiest outfit and drive me crazy."
Kurt hummed. "Okay, but I still wanna go to the mall. I wanna check out the new summer lines."
Summer.
Fuck.
Something else to worry about.
Blaine didn't want to think about the summer. Summer meant Kurt returning to Lima and Blaine had already decided that wasn't happening. He just wasn't sure how he was going to stop it. At least he had a few months to figure something out.
They lay in silence, enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to one another. Kurt felt relaxed and content, his mind quiet and peaceful, but Blaine's head spun wild with worry. First the attack on Skylar, now the murder of Lisa. Were they connected? Skylar was a direct result of Cooper's fuck up. Lisa's murder was scarier. It was a direct shot at his father by someone who didn't care about the rules regarding women and children. Lisa was completely innocent. Her only connection was being Luther's girlfriend.
Blaine looked at Kurt. His eyes were closed, his face serene and content.
And now Kurt was connected because he was Blaine's boyfriend. What if someone attacked Kurt?
"I'm going to teach you how to handle a gun."
Kurt opened his eyes. "Hmm? What?"
"I'm going to teach you how to handle a gun. How to load and shoot."
Kurt sat up and looked curiously at Blaine who had rolled over and was lying on his back, hands behind his head. His eyes were fixed on Kurt, but his expression was completely unreadable.
"Haven't we had this conversation before?"
"No. Before, I asked you if you wanted to learn how to shoot a gun. Now I'm telling you I'm going to teach you how to handle a gun."
Kurt slowly shook his head. "I don't want a gun, Blaine. Does this have something to do with your brother and that guy that got beat up?"
"No, I just think you need to learn how to handle a gun in case you ever have to."
"Why would I ever have to? You're not going to protect me anymore?"
Blaine sat up and placed his hand on the side of Kurt's neck.
"Of course I'm going to protect you. I will always protect you. Always and forever, but…there may come a time when I'm not with you and I'd feel better if you at least knew how to load a gun and fire it. Just in case."
Kurt narrowed his eyes and studied Blaine's face. Where was this coming from?
"Why wouldn't you be with me? Are you going somewhere?"
"No, of course not. I'm not going anywhere, gorgeous. I promise. I just want you to be able to protect yourself if you ever need to. I consider teaching you how to use a gun a part of my protecting you. My father taught my mother, and I want to teach you."
Kurt couldn't imagine Anastasia shooting a gun.
"I really don't like guns."
"I know, but this would make me feel better, and you safer."
"Blaine…is there something you aren't telling me? Are we in danger?"
"No. This is just a precaution. It's best to be prepared."
"What exactly are you preparing me for?"
"Look, this is not up for discussion, Kurt. You are going to learn how to handle a gun. You don't have to carry one, but you need to know how to use one. Now stop arguing with me about it!"
"I'm not arguing with you, I'm just trying to understand!"
Blaine's hand tightened against Kurt's neck and his eyes darkened.
"You don't need to understand. Just do what I say."
The tone of Blaine's voice, and the fierce look in his eyes sent a shiver down Kurt's spine. He wanted to be annoyed and to protest, but instead he was aroused as hell. Where did that come from?
Blaine pulled him back down and wrapped him in his arms. He kissed the back of Kurt's neck.
"We'll go home this weekend and I'll teach you. We have a shooting range out back."
"It might be best if you don't go home with Blaine, alright? Seeing Blaine at school is one thing. Being in his home…around his family, that's another."
"Is it safe for me to go home with you? I mean…you know….with all the stuff with your brother going on."
"Of course. The compound is the safest place on earth."
Cooper sat nervously, his fingers drumming the steering wheel. He glanced over at Jeremy every few minutes wishing he was Skylar. He really wanted a hit of coke, but he didn't feel comfortable using in front of Jeremy.
While Skylar was finally well enough to leave the rehabilitation center, he wasn't ready to go out and about, so Jeremy offered to accompany Cooper to his meeting with Alan. Cooper hated to leave Skylar unprotected, but he couldn't meet Alan alone, and he trusted Jeremy more than anyone else right now. So they left Skylar in the guest room of Cooper's condo, armed with several guns, and a promise to be back soon with a bag full of cash.
Their new meeting spot was a few streets over from Hummel Tire & Lube behind an abandoned building. As they waited, Cooper grew jumpier and more fidgety by the minute. Jeremy watched him in amusement.
"First rule of the drug game is don't use your own product."
Cooper looked like a deer caught in headlights. "What?"
Jeremy laughed lightly. "Nothing. Never mind." He glanced out the window. "Looks like its show time."
A black Mercedes pulled into the parking lot followed by a black Audi.
Cooper was seized with panic. "Why are there two cars? There shouldn't be two cars. Who else did he bring? What the fuck is he up to?"
"Good grief. Relax Cooper."
They watched Alan step out of his car along with his two muscle men. The doors of the Audi opened and a young man with short blond hair stepped out along with a tall Black man. They stayed by their car.
Cooper shook his head. "I don't like this. Who the fuck are they?"
"I don't know the Black guy, but the blond is Sam Hirschfield. He's Carlos Hirschfield's nephew."
"Hirschfield's nephew?"
"Yeah. I used to work at one of Hirschfield's plants. Sam used to work for his uncle."
"Why would he be here unless…I met with Mr. Carlos a few days ago. Maybe he's changed his mind."
"About what?"
"Joining us. Look, keep your eyes open and your hand on your gun. Anybody moves wrong, shoot them."
They stepped out of the car and walked over to Alan.
Alan stared at Jeremy. "No Skylar today?"
"He's busy working on other things." Cooper nodded towards the other two men. "Who are they?"
"That's Sam Hirschfield. He wants to talk to you."
Alan beckoned to the two men to join them. "Sam asked if I could arrange a meeting with you in order to clear up a little confusion."
Cooper frowned. "Confusion? What confusion?"
"For some reason, Sam thinks you killed his uncle."
Cooper's mouth fell open. "Mr. Carlos is dead?"
Sam Hirschfield growled at him. "Don't play stupid. I know you killed him!"
Cooper's eyes widened in surprise. "What? No way! I had no reason to kill Mr. Carlos! I liked him! I just met with him a few days ago!"
"Exactly! And right after that he was found dead!"
Cooper shook his head. "I swear it wasn't me."
Alan nodded. "Of course it wasn't you. See Sam? I told you it wasn't Cooper."
Sam looked at Alan as if he were crazy. "Oh, so you just believe him?"
"Yes, I do."
Cooper nodded gratefully at Alan. "It wasn't me. I'm sorry to hear he's dead. I always liked him."
Sam glared at him with cold eyes, but said nothing.
Alan clapped his hands. "Great. Now that we have that cleared up, let's move on. Do you have my stuff?"
Sam turned and walked back to his car. He got inside but didn't leave.
Cooper shook his head. "We don't do the deal until he leaves."
"Paranoid much?"
"You want your shit, tell him to leave."
Alan nodded to one of his men who walked over to Sam's car. A minute later Sam left. Alan turned to Cooper.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
Skylar slowly walked crossed the street to the 24-hour café across from Cooper's building. He'd waited 5 minutes after Cooper and Jeremy left to make the call. It was his first chance to do so.
He was about to enter the diner when he heard his name.
"Skylar!"
He turned to see Dirk beckoning to him from a red Lexus. He slowly walked towards the car. Dirk opened the door and stepped out.
"Get in."
"I thought we were meeting in the diner."
"Change of plans. Get in."
Skylar hesitated before slowly climbing inside the back of the car. Dirk climbed in beside him and closed the door. As the car pulled off, Skylar started to shake with fear.
"I thought we were meeting in the diner. I can't be gone long. Cooper will be back soon."
Dirk grinned. "Don't worry. We'll have your bitch ass back in plenty of time. Assuming you talk fast and tell me what I wanna know."
Skylar stared at the floor. "What do you wanna know?"
"What's Mario up to?"
I have no fucking idea.
"I…I haven't seen him in a while. I've been in the hospital."
Dirk laughed. "Oh, yeah. Guess that shits my fault. Okay. How about we start with history. Little known facts about Mario Anderson and his overall business dealings."
"Like what?"
"Who his friends are, who works for him, what politicians are in his pocket, where his guns are stored, his drug expansion plans, and how many times a week he fucks his wife. Anything you can tell me."
Skylar took a deep breath and started talking.
Telio stood under the tree across from the main entrance of Crawford Country Day with a sad, heavy heart, and an angry mind. As he watched Alicia walk towards him, his anger waned, but the sorrow in his heart tripled.
It's for the best. You don't want her to end up like Lisa.
"Hi! You know, you are going to get in so much trouble if you get caught sneaking over here. You really need to…" Alicia's smile disappeared as she noticed the deep pain in Telio's eyes. His body was tense and when she stepped towards him, he backed away.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't see you anymore."
Alicia sighed. "Are we back here again?"
Telio shook his head. "You don't understand…"
Alicia stepped forward again and tried to reach for his hand, but he stepped back and drew away from her.
"But I do understand. You were honest with me, remember? And I made my decision. I know you're nervous, but please don't push me away. Don't be scared to…"
"You don't understand! They killed her! They killed her because of him! You need to run, Alicia! Run as fast as you can and forget you ever met me!"
Telio turned and started walking away.
"Wait! Telio! Wait!" Alicia ran after him and grabbed his arm.
"What are you talking about? They killed who?"
Telio sighed heavily. "Lisa. They killed Lisa. They murdered her because of him."
"Who's Lisa?"
"Luther's girlfriend."
Alicia took a moment to think. Luther. Luther was…Blaine's Godfather and something to Blaine's dad.
"Who killed her?"
Telio shook his head. "Don't know, but it was because of Luther. Because of the Andersons. Luther loved her. He wanted to marry her, and now she's dead. Don't you see? You don't wanna be with me. Go find someone…normal. Someone safe."
They stood in silence for several minutes before Alicia slowly reached for Telio's hand. This time he didn't pull away. She led him over to the bench under the tree and they sat down. After several more minutes of silence, Alicia turned to him.
"So, is Kurt breaking up with Blaine?"
"No, but…that's different."
"How considering that we're just friends and they're boyfriends? Oh, and Blaine is the blood son of Mario Anderson. Seems like that would put Kurt in more danger than me."
"Alicia…I don't wanna take any chances."
"Kurt's taking a chance. Blaine's taking a chance."
"Look, I love Blaine, but he's selfish as hell. He can't help it. All Andersons are. He'd rather keep Kurt than let him go to make sure he doesn't get hurt."
"Does Kurt want to leave him?"
"Well…no, but…"
"So Kurt's made his decision and Blaine respects it. Why can't you do the same for me?"
Telio shook his head. "You don't understand. Even if he wants to, Kurt can't leave Blaine. The Andersons don't work like that."
Alicia looked skeptical. "What do you mean "can't leave?"
Telio looked off into the distance. How was he supposed to explain the thought process and behavior of the Andersons? The lengths they would go to, to capture and keep those they wanted. No, Blaine wasn't as bad as his father, but that was only because he didn't have to be. Kurt came willingly, but Anastasia…she had tried to fight and run, and in the end she lost. Telio had no doubt that if Kurt ever decided he wanted out, Blaine would unleash the same terror on him that Mario unleashed on Anastasia. Andersons always got what they wanted.
"Telio, why would you say Kurt can't leave?"
He shook his head. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. I just came to tell you that I won't be texting you anymore, or anything else. I think it would be…"
Alicia leaned over and pressed her lips to his. Because he was in mid-sentence, his mouth was slightly open, so she seized the opportunity and slid her tongue inside. Telio's surprise gave way to a rush of sensations he'd never experienced before. His mind turned dizzy, his body temperature shot up, his heartbeat quickened, and his cock hardened. Alicia moved closer and Telio's hand slipped into her hair as he deepened the kiss. They broke apart for a moment and looked into each other's eyes before smashing their mouths together again. Alicia climbed on to his lap, swinging her leg over to straddle him. Telio placed his hands on her waist and without quite realizing what he was doing, settled her on to his straining cock. They both groaned deeply. Alicia started to rock slightly sending tiny lightning bolts through him. His hands tightened on her waist and…
"Miss Wilder!"
The shock of the vice principal's voice sent Alicia falling backwards. Telio grabbed her before she hit the ground. She quickly climbed off of him and stood up.
"Miss Wilder, go inside and wait in my office."
"Yes ma'am."
Alicia started towards school, but once she was past the vice principal, she turned and blew Telio a kiss and gave him a beautiful smile. Telio didn't hear a word the vice principal said until he felt her hand pulling on his arm. His defense training immediately kicked in as he shrugged off her hand and jumped back, much to her shock.
"Don't touch me."
"I demand to know your name!"
"Telio Montgomery."
"Do you attend Dalton?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Well, Mr. Montgomery, you best believe I will be reporting you to the headmaster. You will come with me and wait…"
Telio turned and walked away, ignoring her calls for him to stop. He could care less about getting in trouble. He'd just experienced his first taste of the most incredible sensation and aroma in the world.
The scent of a woman.
Anastasia nodded and opened the desk drawer to take out her checkbook.
"Yes…yes, of course. I completely understand, but since this was his first offense of any kind, I would hope you would let him off with just a warning. After all, he is a teenage boy, and from what you've described, the young lady was a very willing participant."
Mario looked up from the contracts he was reviewing.
Anastasia studied her nails as the headmaster droned on about rules, and certain expectations of appropriate, gentlemen of Dalton behavior. It was definitely time for her to get a manicure. Maybe Mario would let her go to the salon this week if she promised to take extra security.
"Headmaster, Mr. Anderson and I saw the article in the last school newsletter about the campaign to raise funds for a new track."
Suddenly all threats of discipline were off the table. Anastasia made the appropriate closing comments and ended the conversation with the promise of a sizable donation to assist the school's efforts to build a new track.
She hung up and smiled at Mario who looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm gonna assume that wasn't about Blaine."
"Apparently Telio left campus to visit a young lady at Crawford Country Day."
"And she was a willing participant in…" Mario gestured for more details. Anastasia grinned. "They were making out in front of the school." Mario laughed.
"As long as it doesn't interfere with his protecting Blaine, I'm all for it."
Anastasia sighed. "Our boys are growing up."
Mario frowned. "Two of them anyway."
"Nothing from Cooper."
"No."
"Maybe you should let me go see him. It's hard to say no to your mother."
Mario tugged on the chain attached to the collar around Anastasia's neck. She obediently dropped to the floor and crawled over to him. Mario tangled his hands in her hair and softly kissed her forehead.
"No. It's far too dangerous for you to leave the compound. If he's not home by this weekend, I'll go see him."
"Oh, that reminds me. Blaine is coming home this weekend and bringing Kurt with him."
"Really?" Mario looked thoughtful. "Good. That will give us a chance to chat. There's several things I need to go over with him. Especially now."
"Why especially now?"
Mario sighed heavily. "Luther's going to need time to recover. He's not capable of thinking about business."
Anastasia felt alarmed. "Are you…you want Blaine to act as your consigliere?"
"No, of course not, but this is a good opportunity for him to learn more about the business. Spring break is coming up. I plan to spend those two weeks having him shadow me. Sometimes I think Luther is right. I should have started his training sooner."
"No," Anastasia shook her head. "I want him to have as normal a life as possible…until he can't."
Mario nodded. "He gets one more year."
Blaine loved the domestic bliss that came from sharing his room with Kurt. He loved waking up with him, legs tangled, hands resting softly on shoulders, back or chest. He always allowed Kurt to shower first, listening to him belt out show tunes as if he were on a Broadway stage. He enjoyed their bathroom dance of teeth brushing and face moisturizing with quick kisses mixed in. Sometimes the kisses would turn deep and long and they would have to force themselves apart before they were late for class.
On this particular Wednesday morning, Blaine was feeling especially grateful they shared a room.
It was butt plug day.
After discussing Kurt's schedule, they agreed on Wednesdays so Kurt wouldn't have to worry about gym. Also, their history class was an extra 10 minutes long on Wednesdays. Blaine looked forward to staring at Kurt and thinking about him wearing the plug. He planned to secretly switch to a remote control vibrating plug after a few weeks. That would be fun.
Kurt stood by Blaine's desk, fully dressed with his boxers and pants down by his ankles. His body was buzzing in erotic anticipation.
"I want you to wear it until lunchtime, okay?" Kurt nodded.
"Good boy. Bend over, hands on the desk."
Kurt gasped when Blaine slid two lubed fingers inside him. He twisted his fingers for a minute before quickly adding two more. He pushed and twisted until Kurt was moaning and begging.
"Blaine...please….let's….ohhh….let's have…sex."
Blaine smiled and pushed into him unusually hard making him yell.
"I wish we had time gorgeous, but I promise to fuck you hard tonight. Gonna fuck you really, really hard."
Blaine removed his fingers and picked up the plug. He covered it with plenty of lube before slowly sliding it into Kurt's ass. Kurt trembled as his ass swallowed the plug, filling him completely. Blaine helped him get dressed.
"Walk around."
Kurt took a few steps and froze. Something felt different. Not bad or painful, just different. He looked at Blaine whose eyes were full of dark lust, a smirk on his face. Kurt took a few more steps before he figured it out.
"This is a different plug. It's bigger."
Blaine nodded and walked over to him. He kissed him softly on the lips before sliding his mouth down to his neck. He removed Kurt's scarf and spoke between sucking.
"I knew you could handle it. I always want you to push yourself to do your best, Kurt. Besides, the bigger the plug, the more you'll be ready to handle my cock."
Kurt hardened at the thought of Blaine's cock in place of the plug. Blaine sucked a large red mark into his neck and threw the scarf on to the bed. "No more scarves, Kurt. I want people to see this and know you're mine."
After walking around Blaine's room a bit to get adjusted to the plug, they headed to the dining room for breakfast. Kurt moved slowly as he adjusted to literally having something stuck up his ass. He was surprised to find that he actually liked the feeling of the plug. It was sexually arousing, but not in an overwhelming way. Plus, something about the plug created the same warm, connected to Blaine feeling the bracelet gave him. Slightly stronger and definitely sexual, but similar just the same.
By lunchtime, Kurt was grateful to see Blaine walking towards him. Being sexually aroused did not lend itself to paying attention in class. Kurt was sure he'd missed half of all of his morning's lessons
They slipped into the bathroom and into a stall.
"Someone's going to notice two sets of feet in here," whispered Kurt.
"So what?"
Kurt turned around and undid his pants, but Blaine turned him back around and trapped him in a kiss as he snaked his hand down between Kurt's legs. He alternated between rubbing Kurt's cock and pressing at the plug. Kurt whispered desperately.
"Blaine…stop…you're driving me…crazy."
Blaine whispered back, "Stand on the toilet."
"What?"
"You heard me."
Kurt closed the toilet lid and climbed on top, grateful for Dalton's luxurious bathrooms. This would have never worked at McKinley.
Blaine dragged Kurt's pants and boxers all the way down and slowly slid his mouth down Kurt's cock. Kurt clamped his mouth shut and closed his eyes. Every time someone entered the bathroom, Blaine sped up his sucking. He would grab the end of the plug and pull it out slowly before quickly pushing it in hoping to make Kurt lose it. Kurt muffled a scream, and twice almost toppled off the toilet.
At one point, Telio walked in. As he did his business, he was sure he heard a muffled moan. Seriously? Someone was jerking off in the middle of the day in the bathroom?
Then a familiar scent tickled his nose.
He finished, washed and dried his hands, opened and closed the door, but didn't leave. He stood still and listened.
"Oh…shit…fuck…"
He quietly walked along the wall of stalls. He stopped at the fourth one. He didn't even need to glance underneath.
"Damn Blaine. Can't you give his ass a break?"
Kurt turned scarlet as a muffled squeal escaped him. He slammed his hands over his mouth as he came down Blaine's throat.
Telio shook his head and left.
Mario sat in his expansive office at the headquarters of Anderson Construction, studying the updates on several projects taking place across the state. The better business on the construction side, the easier to hide profits from the weapons side. Out of all of his businesses, Mario loved the weapons and construction sides the most. Weapons and buildings were easy. No people involvement. The casinos were lucrative, but dependent upon people gambling their money away. He hated the drug trade for the same reason. It depended on people constantly buying and using. But guns were easy. You sold them in mass quantity to a buyer, and done. Same thing with buildings. You get the contract, build the building, and done. Simple and clean.
The phone rang.
"Yes, Beth?"
"I have Sammy Avalon on the line. He insists on speaking with you directly."
Mario tensed. Sammy Avalon. Frank Chartussi's representative. Now what?
"I'll take the call."
"Mr. Avalon."
"Mr. Anderson."
"What can I do for you?"
"You can meet me at the Capital Club this afternoon at 4:00 pm."
For a moment Mario was thrown off. He was not a man used to being given orders, especially with such disrespect from someone who was second in command.
"My apologies, but I have a prior engagement. Perhaps we can…"
Sammy cut him off.
"4:00 pm. The Capital Club. Be on time." The line went dead.
Mario sat back in his chair.
What the fuck?
A hit?
No. A hit at the Capital Club was too public. Something else was going on. He took out his cell phone and dialed the first three digits of Luther's number before hanging up. He stared at the screen.
The man is grieving. Don't be so selfish.
He put the cell phone down on his desk and pushed the call button for Beth.
"Tell Trevor and Carlisle to come to my office."
At 3:50 pm a long black limousine pulled up in front of the Capital Club. A small, short, meticulously dressed man stepped out and entered the building surrounded by four men. The hostess greeted him.
"Good afternoon. Welcome to the Capital Club. May I…"
One of the men interrupted. "Frank Chartussi."
"Yes, Mr. Chartussi. I see that you reserved a room, but there's been a change of plans. Mr. Anderson has requested that you join him in his private dining room. May I escort you?"
Frank Chartussi turned to Sammy Avalon with a frown. "Change of plans? What is this?" Sammy shook his head.
Frank looked around before turning back to the hostess. "Sure, honey. Lead the way."
The hostess led them to a private elevator. When they exited on the 4th floor, several men were waiting. Carlisle stepped forward.
"Welcome to Ohio, Mr. Chartussi. Mr. Anderson is expecting you. Your men may wait here."
"You think I'm crazy? My men will accompany me."
Carlisle nodded his head slightly with a small smile. "Very well. This way."
Frank Chartussi was pissed. This was supposed to be his meeting. He didn't appreciate being one-upped. How did Mario find out he was in town? The plan had been to surprise Mario when he arrived to meet with Sammy.
Mario stood up as Frank and Sammy entered the room.
"Frank, welcome to Ohio."
"Thank you. I believe you've already met Sammy."
"Yes. Good to see you again. Shall we sit?"
Mario and Carlisle sat on one side of the table, Frank and Sammy on the other. Frank's men stood by the door, closely watching Mario's men who were stationed in each corner of the room. The air was unfriendly and thick with icy tension. Frank eyed the men around the room.
"I'd like our conversation to be private. Can we agree that no hit is planned and dismiss the goons?"
Mario glanced at Carlisle who gave him a short nod. Mario couldn't help but wonder what Luther would say if he were there.
"Fine."
Mario and Frank stared at each other as Sammy and Carlisle instructed the men to leave. Theirs was a fragile relationship built on the agreement signed by their fathers years ago. Neither man trusted the other, but they had managed to stay out of each other's way. Until now.
Mario's voice matched the cold black of his eyes.
"Why are you here?"
Frank's blood boiled. How had he lost control of a meeting he planned? He would break Sammy's fingers later.
"I'm here because I don't appreciate being lied to."
"And when have I ever lied to you?"
"I was under the impression you had no interest in drugs."
"Your impression is correct. I don't."
"And yet you have recently launched a very lucrative cocaine business."
Mario shook his head. "I've done no such thing, and even if I did, as long as I don't sell in New York, it's really none of your business."
"Oh, but you have, and you are." Sammy reached into his breast pocket and took out his phone. He pulled up his camera roll and passed it over to Mario. Mario scrolled through several photos of Cooper, Skylar and Alan. He handed the phone back to Sammy.
"That's my son, not me, and judging from the scenery in those photos, all of those deals took place in Ohio, not New York."
Frank spoke angrily. "Alan Rothchild works for a rival dealer in Queens. I'd effectively shut down his entire operation by cutting off all his suppliers, when suddenly he's back up and running thanks to high grade coke from Ohio. Naturally I make several inquiries, and lo and behold, I learn that the eldest son of Mario Anderson is running a very successful drug business and selling into my territory. I don't appreciate that, Mario."
A quiet rage burned inside Mario, but as always, his voice remained quiet and calm.
"I can assure you that I have not moved into the drug game and have no plans to do so. Unfortunately my son has ideas of his own. I apologize if his activities have caused you problems, but I promise you that I've played no role."
Frank leaned back with a mean smirk. "It is a weak man who cannot control his family."
"Or his territory," Mario responded.
Frank's anger soared. He stood up, walked over to the bar, and began to fix himself a drink.
"My Queens problem will be solved shortly, but in your case…a son you can't control, another who is confused and sleeps with men. Sounds like you have your hands full."
Mario decided to let that slide. There was no way Frank Chartussi, head of New York and East Coast crime, came all this way because of a second tier drug dealer form Queens. There had to be more. Something big.
"Frank, why are you really here?"
Frank sat back down and studied Mario for a moment before speaking.
"I've been thinking about expanding."
Ah, there it is.
Mario said nothing. Frank continued.
"I believe a man should always be learning. Seeking ways to improve and grow his business. I've spent the past few months educating myself. Reading business books, reading business articles…studying others who are successful. I've learned a great deal, including something very interesting."
Frank paused for effect. Mario remained silent, a bored expression on his face.
"Did you know that the travel routes of the Andersons are unknown? No one knows how the Andersons move their weapons all over the country. Also, did you know that shipments connected to the Andersons have never, ever been raided? Law enforcement has no idea how Mario Anderson manages to avoid detection. They know he's importing and exporting to the tune of millions of dollars each year, but they can't figure out how. That's amazing. Absolutely incredible. Even I've had the occasional shipment stopped, but not Mario Anderson. Fascinating."
Mario remained silent. Frank leaned forward and stared into Mario's eyes.
"Your son has caused egregious harm to my operations. Because of him I will have to revisit a problem I'd already solved. You owe me."
Mario dug his nails into his thigh to tamper down his rage. "I owe you nothing."
"Oh, but you do. Sammy came here and asked you point blank if you were moving into drugs. You said no, but here is your son, selling like a cheap whore on New Year's Eve. You lied to me."
"I never lied to you. The Anderson family is not involved in the drug trade and never will be. I will deal with Cooper."
Frank sat back and took on a conciliatory tone.
"Let's not argue, Mario. The answer is simple. Share your routes with me. I will accept it as compensation for the damage caused by your son, and once your debt is repaid, I will make it worth your while."
"Nothing involving drugs could ever be worth my while."
"Your son doesn't seem to think so."
"I love my son, but he has a tendency to rush into things and focus on the immediate picture versus the long term. You would be wise to think of the long-term consequences of drugs, Frank."
Frank sat back and ran his hand through his hair. "Drugs have been around for a long time. I think their long term consequences, as well as success, is not up for question."
"Depends on how you define success."
Frank stood up and walked over to the window. Mario glanced at Carlisle who stared back blankly.
I miss you, Luther. I need you.
Frank spoke without turning around. "Perhaps your son would be interested in an investor."
Mario snapped to attention at the thinly veiled threat.
If Mario wouldn't share routes, Frank would ask Cooper.
Assuming Cooper was using his father's routes.
Mario didn't think he was, but Cooper knew what they were, and in his current state of anger and jealousy….
The quiet rage was now a burning inferno coursing through Mario's veins, but neither his body posture, nor voice gave any indication. Only his eyes provided a hint of his fury. That and the twitch of his fingers as he longed for a gun to shoot Frank dead.
"I will deal with Cooper and make sure he stays out of your area and out of your way, but as for route access, I can't help you."
Frank's smile was slick and knowing. "Like I said, perhaps your son would be interested in assisting me. I'd be willing to forgive his infraction in exchange for his help."
"Cooper is in no position to assist you with anything."
"Oh, I don't know about that. He seems to be doing just fine without his old man. Sounds like the boy has vision. Ambition. Perhaps you should step aside and allow him to take over. Oh, wait? That's right. Your other son, the faggot, is your successor."
Mario stood up. He'd had enough.
"I'm sorry you came all this way, but no one from the Anderson family will be able to help you with your expansion. I wish you well."
Get the fuck out of Ohio before I string you up in my garage and beat you till your dead.
"So, that's your final decision? No help at all? Not even to repay me for the clear trespass into New York and the problems it has caused?"
"I will deal with Cooper. Have a safe trip back to New York."
Frank stood up. "Very well. I take this as a great insult, but I have no choice but to accept your decision."
Frank and Sammy headed towards the door. Frank placed his hand on the doorknob and then turned to look at Mario. He stared straight into his eyes.
"I've always admired you, Mario. It saddens me to see how you've changed. Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised. After all everyone knows… Andersons lie."
Friday afternoon, Kurt stared out the window as they sped along towards the Anderson compound. Kurt let out long, meaningful sigh. His third in the past 5 minutes. Blaine glanced over, perplexed.
"Okay, Kurt. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just…nothing."
"Obviously it's something. You're sighing like Trent when he doesn't like a song selection, but doesn't want to say anything."
Kurt couldn't help but smile. "That drives Wes nuts."
"Yeah, and now you're doing it to me. What's wrong?"
"I'm just…it's…it's just that my dad kind of told me not to go home with you, and here I am doing just that, and I guess I'm just feeling a little guilty."
Blaine kept his eyes on the road. What the fuck was he going to do about Kurt's dad? They'd never talked in-depth about Kurt's last visit home, but Blaine was sure the main theme was that he was not appropriate boyfriend material, and should be dumped immediately. Blaine wasn't worried about Kurt leaving him, but he didn't like Burt planting ideas in his head. No one should be screwing around with Kurt's mind but him.
"Why doesn't he want you to come home with me?"
"He thinks it's dangerous. He thinks you're dangerous."
"I'm just Warbler Blaine."
Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Says the boy who's taking me home with him to teach me how to shoot a gun."
They rode along in silence while Blaine thought it through and made up his mind.
"When we get home, I want you to call your dad and tell him where you are."
"Why on earth would I do that?"
"Because your dad needs to understand sooner rather than later that you belong to me, and that means you're going to be with me, and that means coming to my house." And living with me.
Kurt slowly shook his head. "I don't know, Blaine. That might not be a good idea. I think I'd rather ease him into accepting our relationship. Let's just give him time to see that everything will be okay, and that he doesn't have to worry about anything happening to me."
Blaine nodded. Fine. For now he wouldn't push. Kurt loved his father and worried about his health. Whether Burt accepted their relationship sooner or never didn't matter. Kurt belonged to him whether Burt approved or not, and that would never change.
The difference between the entrance to the Anderson compound today versus Kurt's last visit was immediately noticeable. The gate was closed, locked, and patrolled by several guards with large guns slung over their backs. Blaine stopped the car as the men moved aside, unchained the gate and swung it open. As they drove in and parked behind a black Hummer, Kurt noticed several guards on the roof as well as several guards patrolling the grounds. Had he missed this last time?
"Mom? We're home."
It was Mario who came around the corner and greeted them with a broad smile. To Blaine's surprise, his father pulled him towards him and planted a kiss on his forehead before wrapping him in a hug.
"It's good to see you, son."
Blaine just stood there, surprised by his father's emotional and public gesture. It took him a moment to raise his arms and hug back. He couldn't remember the last time his father had hugged him.
Anastasia came from upstairs and smiled warmly at Kurt as she held open her arms.
"Welcome back, Kurt. I'm so happy to see you again."
"Thanks for having me back again."
Anastasia kissed him on the cheek as she gave him a hug. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "You are always welcome here. Always."
Anastasia turned quickly, spotting Telio as he tried to quietly head to the basement.
"Telio!"
Telio begrudgingly turned around and walked over. Anastasia hugged him and smiled playfully.
"I was hoping you might bring someone home too."
Telio looked horrified. Anastasia laughed. "After dinner, I look forward to hearing all about a certain young lady you've been kissing."
Telio looked at the floor and muttered, "I'm sorry."
Anastasia cupped his cheek and gently tilted his face up. "Don't be. It was the best phone call I've received in a long time. I'm glad you've found someone you like."
Telio suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Really? You really want to see another beautiful girl get trapped by this family?
Mario placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Why don't you go get settled? We'll talk after dinner."
Upstairs in Blaine's room, Kurt looked out the window while Blaine used the bathroom. He could see several men patrolling the perimeter of the backyard where the woods began. This had to be new. Surely he would have noticed this many people walking around with guns.
Blaine walked up behind Kurt, wrapped his arms around him, and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Let's lay down."
Kurt didn't move. He continued to watch the guards. Blaine gently nibbled at his neck. Maybe he should get Kurt a collar to match his bracelet. Something slim, but pretty and strong. Just like Kurt. He had to be able to still wear his uniform ties every day. Maybe he would let Kurt pick it out…
"Why are there so many more guards?"
Blaine sighed. He'd been hoping Kurt wouldn't notice. Of course, it was impossible not to notice. His father had taken security to his grandfather's level of paranoia.
"Just a precaution."
Kurt turned around. "Okay, there's that word again."
"What word?"
"Precaution. Blaine, what's going on?"
"Nothing's going…"
Kurt put his hand up. "I'm going to stop you before you accidentally lie to me. I'll ask you again. What's going on? Has something else happened besides your brother shooting someone?"
Dammit. Just tell him before Telio opens his big mouth, or someone else mentions it this weekend.
"Okay. Yes, something else has happened."
Kurt felt a cold chill. He'd been hoping he was wrong. "What?"
Blaine took his hand and pulled him to the bed. They sat down and Blaine curled his fingers into Kurt's bracelet.
"Okay. You know Luther, right? He's my dad's consigliere and my Godfather. He has…had a girlfriend, and the other night…someone murdered her a few nights ago."
Kurt's eyes grew wide, and the cold chill that had disappeared with Blaine's touch returned.
"Someone murdered her here?"
Blaine shook his head. "No, no. Gosh no. They killed her at her house."
Okay. That sounded worse, but it was all starting to come together in Kurt's head.
"So that's why you want to teach me how to use a gun."
"Yeah."
Kurt closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
"What else?"
Blaine frowned. "What do you mean?"
"What else has happened?"
"Nothing, I swear. That's it. Shit, isn't that enough?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, that's enough."
The two sat in silence while Kurt thought, and Blaine stared at him, wondering and worrying about what he was thinking.
Kurt sat quietly at dinner listening and watching the interaction between Blaine and his parents. He was especially intrigued by Mario. Was this man really a murderer? He seemed so normal, asking Blaine about school and the Warblers, teasing Telio about the girl whose name he refused to give. Kurt also couldn't help but notice the almost creepy similarities between Mario and Blaine. The mannerisms, the smile, the laugh. Even the loving looks Mario shared with Anastasia, reminded Kurt of the way Blaine looked at him.
After dinner Blaine and Telio disappeared with Mario leaving Kurt with Anastasia who suggested they settle in the family room with mugs of warm milk. Kurt felt like hugging her.
Anastasia pulled out an old photo album and entertained Kurt with photos of Blaine and Cooper as children. There were even photos of a very small, thin, somber looking Telio. Kurt couldn't believe the transformation.
"Oh my gosh! Talk about the positive effects of puberty."
Anastasia nodded. "Yes. He's come a long way from the small, hungry, depressed little boy Mario brought home. My heart broke for him. I took one look at him and knew we had to keep him."
Kurt started to ask about Telio's parents in hopes of learning the entire story, but decided there was something more important he should ask about.
"Mrs. Anderson, how did you meet Blaine's father?"
Kurt was surprised by the sadness that filled Anastasia's eyes.
"Oh…I'm…I'm sorry. I didn't…"
Anastasia gave him a weak smile. "No, no. You're fine. It's just…it was a long time ago, and it's not a very nice story. Don't misunderstand. I love Mario very much. Things just didn't start out very well."
"What happened?"
Anastasia looked over at the large picture hanging on the wall above the fireplace. It was of her and Mario on their wedding day.
"I'm originally from a very small town in Michigan, not far from Detroit. My father owned a small manufacturing company that made the carpets that go inside of cars. This was back when the big three auto companies, Ford, General Motors, and Chrysler, ruled the auto industry.
Business was good, and we lived a charmed, almost idyllic life. My mother stayed home with me and my sister, and while we weren't rich, we had more than most, and my father never said no. He was proud to work hard for his family, and he liked seeing his girls happy."
Anastasia was silent for a moment, a smile on her face as she became lost in another time.
"One Saturday my sister and I went to the town fair. We were standing in line to go on the carousel when we heard a murmuring rumble around us. All the girls were pointing and smiling, while the boys were frowning. I turned around and there he was. A light blue button down shirt made of a material I knew hadn't come from any of the stores in our town. Brown pants and jacket, and a head full of thick, curly, black hair. There were a few other guys with him, but he was clearly the leader. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. We just stared at each other. He didn't say a word, but the way he looked at me…it sent sensations I'd never felt before, soaring through my body. I could feel his eyes on me the rest of the night. He never approached me and never spoke. He just watched me.
The next day was Sunday and when our family came home from church, he was parked across the street from our house, standing by a beautiful car, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. I had no idea how he found out who I was, or where I lived. I just thought it was the most amazing, romantic gesture ever.
He told me his name was Mario Anderson, and he was helping out Duke Gentry, a friend of his father who owned a shipping company in town. Well, my father had known Duke for over 20 years, so naturally he called him and asked about Mario. Duke said he was a fine young man from a good, wealthy, Ohio family. He encouraged my father to allow me to go out with him, so daddy said yes.
I fell in love with Mario in five minutes. He was handsome, charming, witty, smart, and rich. The gifts he gave me, my sister and my mother were beautiful. He never came to my house empty handed. He made me laugh, flattered my sister, praised my mother, and respected my father. He was perfect in every way, and I fell for him completely and irrevocably. I was drawn to him in a way I'd never felt about anyone. It was more than love. Something about Mario…the way he spoke to me, touched me…it was like a spell. A year passed and Mario asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes. He could have asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have asked which one."
Anastasia paused and looked at Kurt, trying to decide if she should edit the rest of the story.
He deserves to know everything.
"Late one night, a month before the wedding, Duke shows up at our house in the middle of the night. He's crying and pleading with my father for forgiveness and help. He breaks down and tells my father the truth. A year earlier, Julio Anderson had approached Duke about working for him, shipping illegal weapons and imports across the country. Of course Duke refused. Well, no one says no to the Andersons. Mario's father sent him to set up and oversee the operation. He arrived in the middle of the night and terrorized Duke into cooperating.
The stress had finally gotten to Duke. He was scared and wanted out, but didn't know what to do. He wanted my father's help, but daddy was furious. He couldn't believe Duke sat back and watched his friend's daughter get engaged to a criminal. Duke tried to explain that he'd had no choice. That Mario had made it clear what would happen if he warned my father, but my father didn't care. He considered it a betrayal of their friendship.
I didn't know what to think. I didn't want it to be true because if it was, it would mean he'd been lying to me for over a year. It would also mean that I didn't really know the man I was in love with. When he arrived at my house the next day, I told him about Duke's visit. I begged him to tell me the truth. Of course he denied everything. He told me Duke was crazy and assured me that he wasn't involved in anything illegal.
My father started investigating on his own. The more questions he asked, the scarier the answers became. And then he learned that Mario would take over from his father after our wedding. His daughter was about to become the wife a crime boss."
Anastasia stopped. She blinked several times. Her voice was very quiet.
"And then things turned scary."
"I confronted Mario. I told him I knew the truth and that I would never, ever marry him. I took off the engagement ring and threw it at him. He just stood there and laughed. "Do you really think you can just leave me, Stasia? Do you really think I'm going to let you go? I love you. You belong to me. I'm not giving you up. Ever." I screamed at him to leave and never contact me again. He stepped forward and grabbed my arm, but I remember…it was so strange…he grabbed my arm and held it, but his grasp wasn't tight. It was his eyes and the tone of his voice that kept me in place. He explained that I would marry him as planned because if I didn't…my father would lose everything. He would destroy his business. He would also kill Duke for opening his mouth. I didn't believe him. Surely the man I loved would never harm my family. I pulled away from him and told him to leave.
Early the next morning around 4:00 am, my father's plant was destroyed in an explosion that could be heard for miles. Everything was gone. Everything. All that was left was rubble.
That evening Mario came to our house. He slipped the engagement ring back on my finger. "You will marry me, my love, and after we are married, I will build your father a new, better, larger, more technically advanced plant that will allow him to triple his business and his money, and Duke Gentry will be allowed to retire in peace and wealth. Refuse me, and your family will be left penniless, and I will gut Duke Gentry and leave the body on your family's doorstep.
You belong to me, my love. That will never change. Even if you refuse me now, you will eventually marry me because I will kill any man who tries to take what's mine. It's up to you. You say yes now and I will help your family and spare Duke's life. You say no, your family will remain penniless, Duke's blood will be on your hands, and eventually you will end up marrying me anyway.
We were married two weeks later.
Mario kept his word. After we were married, my father chose a new site, and Mario built him a state-of-the-art facility. Duke Gentry went back to running a legitimate business for three more years before retiring to Florida."
Anastasia rearranged her legs and took a few sips of milk.
Kurt stared at her in speechless astonishment. He slowly reached for his mug and took a drink. They sat in silence for several minutes until Kurt found his voice.
"How can you still love him after what he did?"
"How am I supposed to stop loving him?"
"But…what he did to you…it was so wrong!"
Anastasia sighed. "Yes, it was wrong, and our first year together was challenging, but despite everything, I love him. I couldn't have left him if I'd wanted to. I'd already fallen in love with him. In the end, the truth didn't matter. Just like you."
Kurt slowly shook his head. "No…no…it's not….it's not the same thing. Blaine was honest with me from the beginning. Well, maybe not the beginning, but eventually. And he's never threatened my family."
"Because he doesn't need to, but don't think for a moment that he won't do whatever is necessary to keep you, Kurt. You need to understand that as he is pulled deeper and deeper into the criminal world, he will turn darker and more dangerous. It's a necessary change to deal with the pressures of being boss, and the life or death decisions that must be made. He will always love you. God, will he love you, but…it will become a very controlling love. He will make demands that you won't understand, but you can't refuse him. Don't ever, ever refuse him."
Kurt stared at her as both fear and arousal filled him. Where the hell was the arousal coming from?
He practically whispered. "What happens if I refuse him?"
Anastasia shook her head.
"Do you regret being with Mario?"
Anastasia spoke in an almost reverent whisper. "No. I love him. I'm as addicted to him as he is to me. He's a habit I'll never be able to break. And I don't want to."
In the library, Blaine and Telio sat on the couch listening as Mario recounted his meeting with Frank Chartussi. Blaine shook his head.
"This is all Cooper's fault."
Mario looked pensive. "Not necessarily. Cooper just gave him a convenient excuse. My guess is that Frank has been thinking about this for some time. I always wondered when he would get tired of being a big fish in a small pond."
"So he killed Lisa?" asked Telio.
Mario nodded, his blood simmering as it did every time he thought about it. "It was his save-the-date card. His visit here was the actual invitation. Now we wait for the event to begin."
Telio shook his head. "No. We strike first."
Mario smiled. "I love that you can't wait to kill someone. It gives me confidence in your ability to protect Blaine. I know you won't hesitate when the time comes."
Telio nodded, his eyes practically glowing. Blaine looked at Telio feeling both reassured and a little scared. He wondered if Alicia was ready to have sex with Telio. The boy really needed a release.
"So, what are we going to do?"
"For now, nothing. I need to concentrate on reeling Cooper back in before he ends up dead. I also need to figure out what Dirk Mason is up to. I'm sure he didn't let Skylar go because he begged so nicely." Mario sighed. "There are more than enough problems for me to handle without starting a war with Frank Chartussi."
Blaine frowned. He certainly didn't want a war, but to just sit and wait to be attacked?
"But the war has already started. We can't just let him get away with killing Lisa."
"Of course not, but revenge for Lisa belongs to Luther. As soon as he's better I will see to it that he gets to unleash a most brutal and painful revenge upon her killer. I'm pretty sure Sammy Avalon is responsible."
Telio's fingers twitched. "Can I help?"
Mario studied him for a moment. Telio may have a girlfriend, but he definitely wasn't fucking her. Hopefully that would change soon.
"Perhaps. Let me think about it."
Mario stood up and walked over to his desk. He took out a binder.
"There are several things I need to go over with you. Telio listens at the family dinners, so he probably knows all of this, but you need to know it too, Blaine."
For the next two hours, Blaine and Telio listened as Mario reviewed details regarding partners, shipments, contracts, and trade routes.
"The trade routes are one of the most important pieces of our business. Never, ever share them, and never ever tell anyone outside the family where they are located. Doing so would not only put our business in danger, it would also endanger everyone in our distribution line. It's taken Luther and I years to cultivate these routes, and build the relationships to keep things running smoothly. Consider it our trade secret."
For the first time ever, Blaine expressed genuine interest in the family business. Mario was pleased with Blaine's questions and suggestions. It was clear that he had finally embraced his future role. Mario was proud of him.
When the boys stood up to leave, Mario placed his hand on Telio's shoulder.
"Blaine, why don't you go keep Kurt company? I feel bad having you neglect your guest." Blaine glanced at Telio who was looking curiously at Mario. Blaine figured his father wanted to talk to Telio about getting caught at Crawford with Alicia.
"Okay. Good night."
Mario sat down behind his desk and motioned for Telio to sit. He stared silently at him for several minutes. Telio tried not to squirm under Mario's gaze. He let his mind wander to Alicia because he figured that's what this was about. Like him, she had been let off with a warning, but her parents had been very upset. What if they decided to pull her out of Crawford? Would that make it easier or harder to see her?
Mario's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"First, I want you to know that I'm not upset about the incident with the girl. Quite the contrary. As long as it doesn't interfere with your protecting Blaine, I think it's a good thing. A great thing actually. Are you serious about her?"
"I want to be, but…seeing what happened to Lisa…"
Mario nodded. "I understand, but you deserve someone just like every other man out there. Men like us, who do what we do, we need women more than other men. The release we need is stronger and more necessary than other men."
Telio wasn't sure he believed that, but it was a relief to hear it. He was starting to think there was something wrong with him because he was horny all the time. All. The. Time.
"I assume you aren't haven't sex yet?"
Telio shook his head.
"Well, when the time comes be sure to use protection and make sure she wants it. The last thing we need is some girl claiming you raped her, or a pregnancy."
Telio looked at Mario in disgust. Really? What the fuck is wrong with Andersons?
"I have a job for you, but I need to know that you're ready because once you do this, there is no turning back."
Telio's mind shifted at the seriousness of Mario's tone.
"I'm ready."
Mario stared at him for a moment before slowly nodding. "Yes. I think you are. Alright then. I need you to kill Skylar."
Telio was surprised. "Skylar, as in, Cooper's Skylar?"
"Yes. He's a fucking spy. That's why Dirk didn't kill him. He sent him back here to spy on Cooper and probably me as well. I've had men watching Cooper's place. They saw Skylar get in a car with Dirk Mason the moment Cooper left. He was gone for an hour, and returned right before Cooper got home. He's a fucking spy, and Cooper is too stupid and blind to figure that out. I want him gone."
"Why me?"
"Because Skylar's like a cockroach. Cockroaches are hard to kill because they have a strong survival instinct. Skylar knows to be wary of anyone he doesn't know, and he's hung around here long enough to recognize most of the regulars, but you…he won't see you coming. Not as an assassin. You'll have to be careful. I'd prefer to keep this from Blaine for now, and Cooper can never know it was you, or that I ordered the hit. I'll work out the how and when. I just need you to be ready when I call."
Telio nodded.
"Okay."
Kurt sat in the middle of Blaine's bed thinking about Anastasia's story.
Blaine's future plans include being a crime boss, breaking the law, and possibly murdering people. Why are you with him?
Because I love him.
If you ever decide you want out, there's apparently no escape.
I don't want an escape. I love him.
"…he will make demands of you that you won't understand, and you can't refuse him. Don't ever, ever refuse him."
What could he possibly ask me to do that I would refuse? I love him.
The door opened and Blaine walked in.
"Hey, gorgeous."
"Hi."
Blaine pulled off his shirt and took off his pants. He disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and returned wearing a pair of navy blue boxers. He laid down on his back and was surprised when Kurt quickly stripped off his clothes and climbed on top, straddling him. Kurt tangled his fingers in his curls as he kissed him. Soft at first and then a little firmer, seeking the sweetness of Blaine's mouth. Their kisses were needy, but quietly passionate. Blaine trailed his fingers up Kurt's arms, bringing his hands to wrap around Kurt's neck with a slight squeeze. Kurt's cock throbbed at the touch. He pressed down, sliding their cocks together. Blaine released a stuttered moan and reached to pull Kurt's mouth back to his. Kurt allowed him another kiss before pulling away to kiss the smooth skin beneath Blaine's left ear. He softly kissed his way down to teasingly rub his face against Blaine's cock. Blaine arched up, a silent plea for more. Kurt hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled Blaine's boxers down. Blaine's cock bounced free, hard, and pulsing. Kurt lapped at it softly until Blaine gently tugged his hair.
"Please…."
Kurt slowly slid his mouth down, creating a warm, vise-like hold around the cock. He slid his mouth up and down until Blaine was moaning loudly, his head rolling back and forth, his grip on Kurt's hair tightening. Kurt pulled off and Blaine immediately rolled them over. He kissed Kurt hungrily before moving down to gently place his hands on Kurt's inner thighs, pushing them open. Kurt spread his legs wide, and Blaine pressed a soft kiss to his asshole before darting out his tongue to lick. Kurt gasped as Blaine pressed in further, tasting deep. He licked and lapped until Kurt was trembling.
"Blaine….need you…now…"
Blaine kissed him deep and whispered in his ear. "Need you, too. Want you so bad…need inside you…can I, gorgeous? Can I be inside you?"
Kurt nodded almost drunkenly. Blaine quickly covered his fingers with lube before slowly sliding one finger inside Kurt's tight hole, amazed at how tight he felt. Blaine loved how Kurt's ass remained tight and hot no matter how hard and how much he fucked him. He gently added one more finger, twisting and stretching until Kurt reached for him, pawing at his chest.
"Make love to me….please….love me. Just love me."
Blaine's body shook slightly at Kurt's words. He suddenly felt overwhelmed by the love he felt for the beautiful man lying beneath him, begging for his cock. For his love. His kiss was intense, desperate to communicate how much he loved him. "Yes, gorgeous, yes...love you so much." Blaine shifted and lined himself up. He moved slowly, sliding in inch by inch. Kurt closed his eyes and whimpered, overcome by the deep fullness and warmth.
"Ohhh…Bl-Blaine….Blaine…"
They kissed deep and wet as Blaine continued to thrust slow and deep. Soon the kisses turned to panting. Kurt wrapped his arms and legs tight around Blaine and arched up as Blaine cried out, filling Kurt's ass.
Blaine relaxed into Kurt with little sighs and murmurs of, "Love you so much…wanna always be with you….need you." Kurt tightened his hold and whispered back. "I Love you too. Always…each other's…forever."
x-x-x
They made love again in the early hours of the morning. Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms, each lost in their own thoughts.
Luther was heavy on Blaine's mind. He hadn't seen him since coming home, but he knew he was there. Locked in his room, lost in his pain, anger and loss. He'd gone to the funeral, only to be turned away by Lisa's angry, heartbroken father who cursed him and blamed him for her death. He'd left quickly to avoid a scene and to respect her family. He'd been locked in his room ever since.
Anastasia's story was still cycling through Kurt's mind. He always knew being with Blaine was dangerous because of his family, but he now understood the real danger. The danger he'd always sensed but never really acknowledged.
The danger of Blaine the man.
How much would he change once he became boss? He was already controlling and over-protective.
That's because he loves you and wants to keep you safe.
But would it get worse, and what would worse look like?
Kurt didn't get to answer because he was pulled from his thoughts by Blaine nuzzling his hair and kissing the back of his neck.
"Morning gorgeous."
Kurt hummed in response.
"We'd better get up if we want to eat. I told Martin we'd meet him at 10:00 am.
"Martin?"
"He's a weapons master who trains my father's men. He trained Telio. I asked him to work with us today."
Kurt grew nervous. "I thought you were just going to teach me how to shoot a gun."
"I am, but I figured it couldn't hurt to have an expert help us out."
Kurt sat up and turned to look down at Blaine.
"I'm not carrying a gun, Blaine."
"I know, but…I would like you to keep one in your car."
"The car you don't want me driving?"
"Yeah. That one."
Kurt shook his head. "Absolutely not. My father works on that car every time I go home. He's always checking to make sure it's running well. The last thing I need is for him to stumble upon a gun."
Blaine reluctantly agreed. "Alright. Good point."
Blaine watch Kurt climb out of bed and head towards the bathroom.
And wondered when it would be a good time to tell Kurt he wouldn't be going home anymore.
Happy Thanksgiving!