Chapter 14
Everything Goes Off The Rails
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A/N: Things are about to get much more violent and gory beginning with this chapter. Lemons within. Also it's still a dead dove.
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The Dungeon was one of Theo's preferred places to meet with his people, and as the other was Nott Castle (which was unavailable due to his pets being in residence), Blaise had spread the word to everyone to be at the former for a noon meeting. Everyone who worked for Theo knew him well enough that no one dared to be late. A couple of times when he had first taken over, Theo had killed people who disrespected him by being late to meetings. Some lessons people never forgot. Someone's brain matter spread all over their clothes tended to make sure that people committed things to memory. It also meant that everyone always wore solid black when Theo called meetings like this, as it hid the blood.
Theo was pacing the back room of the club while Blaise and Greg did the once over of the space for bugs before they started talking business. The room had no windows and was painted an unrelenting black.
All the regular characters were present: Blaise, Greg, Adrian, Pansy, Fleur, as well as some of the people that mostly handled their subsets of his business ventures and he didn't associate with regularly like Thorfinn Junior, Antonin and Alecto Crabbe, Vince's rather terrifying widow who sat in the corner playing with knives. The woman had gone more than a little mad since her husband and twin brother had been killed in an explosion that had been linked to one of the rival crime families. They'd nearly gone to war over that one.
"All clear," Blaise announced, flicking on the white noise machine and the cell phone jammer that he kept in one of the supply cabinets. No one attending the meeting would successfully be able to record, nor could anyone have their phone connected to a party outside of the room. Theo had learned all these lessons over the years and liked to be as thorough as possible.
Greg slid the big steel doors closed, and Pansy raised the lights.
Theo lit a cigarette and ignored the grimaces on a couple of his people's faces. They could fuck off, he needed a cigarette.
"Greyback has killed someone important to me, and I want to know every fucking thing about him. Where he's living, who he's fucking, what he had for dinner yesterday, who his second, third and fourth in command are. Every goddamn thing that there is to know. And consider it an open hunting season on the members of his Pack."
Dolohov and Thorfinn grinned at that point. Alecto was sharpening a knife while she leaned against the wall. Greg and Blaise were whispering to each other off to the side.
"I refuse to allow such disrespect as this to occur without consequences so severe that no one ever considers it again," Theo snarled.
"Greyback likes to play with his food," Thorfinn pointed out. "But usually, he doesn't leave anything to find. If he did this time, there was a purpose to it. Likely to piss you off. He used to work with our dads before you took over, and he's pretty familiar with our turf."
Theo scowled, considering the connection with his father, which he hadn't done before. His grief was impacting his ability to think, which wasn't how he did things.
"Dolohov, you used to work with Greyback directly when he worked with my father, anything particularly helpful?" Theo tapped his hand on his thigh as he considered the variety of ways that he would like to kill the son of a bitch.
"He makes a fucking mess when he kills someone, exsanguination and painting walls with the blood, dismembered parts everywhere, tongues cut out, decapitated skulls so he can fuck their throats from the inside. So if he didn't make a mess? He did it to send a message," Dolohov broke off hesitating. "And he has a thing for little kids."
Several people around the room spat in disgust, Fleur and Pansy looked even more murderous than usual.
"But in general, he stays in whatever warehouse or abandoned house that the Pack is in at the moment, they tend to move around, but you can always count on him to be out and about killing somebody on the full moon."
"Which is tomorrow night," Blaise pointed out.
Dolohov shrugged, "Is it? I admit I don't keep track of that."
"Do you still have any connections with him?" Theo asked.
"Naw, we haven't spoken since you banned slavery in any part of the city where we have business. Heā¦didn't take that well." Dolohov crossed his arms. "He's a fucking psycho. And considering the present company, that's saying something."
A couple people in the room made disgruntled noises at that, but Theo was unbothered. He knew what he was. Denial served no constructive purpose.
"I want the Pack wiped from the face of the earth," Theo reiterated. "But Greyback is fucking mine. If anyone gets the chance to take him out, knees and below only, please."
"The man is an ox, Theo," Pansy pointed out. "I met him back in the day. He fucking sniffed me like a dog -the fucking freak- but he used to play rugby or football or some shit. He's got to be nearly 300 pounds and pushing seven feet. We can for sure kill the son of a bitch if Fleur can get a shot, but kidnapping him so that you can do it is a tall order."
Theo nodded, willing to see reason despite his desire to be the one that finished Cedric's killer personally. He wouldn't let something happen to his little murder blossoms just so he could kill Greyback. They were far too valuable for that.
"If the opportunity arises and the logistics work out, I would like to slit the bastard's throat myself, but if shots can be taken, then take them by all means. Adrian, once we know where their warehouse is, you have carte blanche to burn the motherfucker down, ideally with everyone in it. Block the exits before you strike the match." Adrian's excited expression was almost enough to improve Theo's mood, but not quite.
Considering the variety of other ways that they could strike, "Does he have any family?" Theo asked next.
Dolohov got a disgusted look on his face and bit out, "He spent six years in California Youth Authority for raping and murdering his mother and grandmother. Tried as a juvenile which was a shame, should have gone to Quentin for that. I don't think his father was ever in the picture. No siblings that I know of. No kids. He usually murders the girls he rapes. Don't think any of them have lived long enough to pop out a brat."
"I fucking hate rapists," Alecto stated from her corner, still sharpening her knives.
"A shared feeling, Alecto darling." Theo sighed. "So we are hunting them like the dogs that they are. Any and all information that comes in goes to Blaise, and he'll bring what matters to me. Once the first hit occurs, we need to make sure that security is increased at all our clubs, restaurants and homes. No wives going out without bodyguards, and ideally, keep them at home until this is done. It can't take more than a few days."
The last thing that Theo needed was a hostage situation with one of his key players' wives or children. He met Greg's eyes across the room and got a nod. Greg would keep Millie at home like the good minion he was. Blaise looked relieved that Luna was still across the country.
"The Pack is about sixty people plus business associates," Thorfinn pointed out. "You want them gone to a man?"
Theo nodded.
"We're gonna attract attention," the burly blond stated.
"I expect some creativity in these hits," Theo commanded. "The last thing I need are the LAPD or the feds bothering me over us cleaning up a fucking menace for them. And I'll make some calls preemptively, but if we can make them disappear or make it look like an accident, that's always better than them finding fifteen bodies killed execution style. Does everyone understand my expectations?"
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Theo needed to actually work that afternoon, so he sent Fleur and Pansy to go pick up his darlings from the house and take them to lunch somewhere fortified before bringing them to the Dungeon. After today he was going to have to keep them secured and protected until the Pack was gone, so he should probably give them a little taste of freedom before that happened. They were going to be shut in for a while, and he was going to hate to do that to them, but it was for their own good.
His office had been cleaned up, but several pieces of furniture were new. He'd apparently destroyed the futon, which he didn't remember doing, but Greg had been paying attention to some off-hand comment he'd made about a better office bed, and now there was a lovely Murphy bed in the old futon's place. It looked like a sleek black book shelf while closed. Chairs and lamps had all been replaced, and there wasn't so much as a splinter or a shard of glass left.
He could only hope that his people were as thorough with their newest set of commands.
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"Theo," Hermione gasped as she walked into his office, drink in hand. "You didn't tell us you redecorated your office! It looks amazing." She looked around at all the new decor and then realized something was missing.
"Oh, did you get rid of the futon?" Hermione asked, with sadness in her voice.
"Did you get fond of it the last time you came?" Theo smiled at her pouty expression and enjoyed her blush at his intentional innuendo.
He walked over to the wall and unlatched the hook on the side of the shelf that revealed the Murphy bed. He smirked at her surprised expression.
"Why don't we test it out?" Grinning, Theo pushed them both onto the mattress. Hermione shrieked as she nearly spilled her drink. She quickly downed it and set the empty glass on the floor. "It will be the first of many new pieces of furniture that we christen together."
Theo's words brought out the frantic desire in Draco, really anytime Theo implied permanency between the three of them, the blond began to get nearly feral in desperation. Theo loved it.
Sitting up on his knees and grasping Theo's face in his palms, Draco's kisses were rough as though he was trying to taste Theo's soul through his mouth. It was so fulfilling to know that he had bound his dragon to him and nothing would ever tear them apart.
Stepping back, Theo brought out a gift-wrapped box, "I got you a new toy. I think that you are both really going to enjoy it." And he hands it to Hermione and Draco. They eagerly unwrapped it to reveal a leather strap-on harness with a large purple dildo that resembled Theo's cock in length and girth. Hermione gasped in surprise.
"Let's try it on," and Theo began undressing Hermione, pulling her black dress over her head, tearing her panties off her but leaving on her black pushup bra. "Draco," he ordered, "Strip, but do try to keep your clothes tidy because I want you both to look nice when we party in the club later."
Hermione looked like she wanted to say something about how he had now expected her to dance downstairs with no panties, but she didn't, and Theo felt the thrill of control over the beautiful woman.
Theo slid the harness straps up Hermione's legs, strapping and belting them securely on all her curves. "How does it feel?" He stretched the o-ring and pushed the dildo through the base holding it securely against the harness and Hermione's body.
Hermione rolled her hips to test out how to maneuver a dick. "I've never done anything like this," she admitted.
"Why don't we ask Draco how it feels?" Theo pulled out a bottle of lube, squeezing it onto Hermione's new purple cock and rubbing it up and down the dildo. "Stroke yourself, Hermione." Hermione preened as she met his eyes, one hand stroking the dildo as though she was touching a real cock. Her eyes burned, and Theo loved it. He knew that she'd enjoy having power over them, their pretty and brilliant princess.
"Draco, on the bed, shove some pillows under your hips to help Hermione fuck you properly." Theo wasn't sure whether it was Draco or Hermione who moaned louder at his words.
Theo helped her, positioning her hips behind Draco, whose legs were hanging off the side of the bed, his ass up in the air. The blond looked over his shoulder in nervousness and anticipation. The way that he was biting his lower lip immediately made Theo's cock twitch as it hardened fully. Guiding the first few thrusts before letting her go at it, Theo stood back and watched the princess fuck the dragon.
The two of them were so fucking pretty.
"How is she doing, Dragon?" Theo asked huskily.
"Amazing, fucking amazing," Draco breathed, a tremor in his voice as his fingers gripped the sheets desperately.
"Our princess is just as good at giving cock as she is at taking cock. Is there anything our perfect girl can't do?" Theo stroked her back as she rolled her hips, trying to make Draco moan for her.
"Make Draco come so that I can fuck you too." Hermione redoubled her efforts while Theo climbed onto the bed, sticking his cock roughly into Draco's mouth to get it all wet and warmed up for Hermione's cunt.
"Isn't he so beautiful, all filled-up with our cocks? That's how you look when we take you when Draco and I fill you up." Hermione moaned at that, gripping Draco's hips and fucking him harder, her thrusts causing him to moan around Theo's cock.
Theo gripped Draco's throat and imagined that his fingers were a collar. He wanted to mark them both as his in ways that were far more permanent than jewelry.
"Come for us, our good boy," Theo commanded, tightening his hold, causing Draco to twitch as he finished on the pillows beneath him. "Oh you've made such a mess!"
Flushed and sweaty, Hermione looked desperate.
"Oh, princess, do you need something?" Theo asked, pulling his hard cock out of Draco's mouth with a pop.
"I need to come too," she pleaded. "Please, Theo."
Theo slapped his shaft on his open palm, "Well, I can take care of that. Come here so that I can fuck you into the mattress, our perfect girl."
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After spending much of the night partying, Hermione and Draco had stayed over with him at the club. They had spent the morning lying in the bed together, but now they were slowly gathering their things as they got ready to leave the office. Theo kept stopping them by giving them long, passionate kisses or sucking marks on their skin whenever he could get his hands on them.
His perfect little pets. He'd never take them for granted.
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Hermione headed down the stairs while Theo and Draco were distracted by kissing each other for a minute at the door to his office, earning a chuckle from Hermione as she looked back.
The club was quiet, but Hermione was still half asleep as she wandered through the space. They'd partied hard the night before, and Hermione felt exhausted, she was ready to be in their real bed. She wondered when she had started thinking of Theo's bed as theirs. She wasn't sure that this could be real, a real relationship. Her and Draco's real life was in London after all, this was just a little vacation from reality wasn't it?
She looked over her shoulder, and Draco was smiling at her, just a few steps behind her.
As she stepped out of the doors to the club, she saw Adrian struggling against two men in balaclavas who had his arms pinned behind his back. She blinked at first, the brightness outside making her doubt what she was seeing.
"For fuck's sake, Pucey, just stop fighting us," one of the men hissed.
Someone's hand and a cloth covered her face and she struggled, unable to scream or see. She clawed futilely at whoever was holding her, scratching and kicking. She wished she kept her nails sharp like Pansy did in a moment of detachment from the fear that filled her.
"Never," she heard Adrian yell followed by two loud gunshots, but she couldn't see what was happening. No No No!
She continued to struggle against whoever held her, remembering Harry's warnings about never allowing anyone to take her to a second location, until the fumes from the cloth succeeded in knocking her unconscious.
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Draco opened the door to Hermione struggling in a huge man's arms and tried to run to her, screaming, but a blow to the back of his head sent him to the ground. He was only vaguely aware of increasing pain as his world was enveloped in darkness.
Hearing the ruckus outside, Theo ran out the doors of the club and surveyed the chaos. Draco was unconscious and bloody on the ground, a quick look determined he was still breathing, but Hermione was nowhere to be seen.
A white van sped around the corner, its door slamming shut as it drove. Theo fired off two rounds at the tires, but the van was out of range.
He cursed and saw Adrian on the ground next to the car.
"Fuck! Adrian, where is Hermione?" Theo shook him, his eyes widening at the huge pool of blood that was spreading beneath him.
"They fucking took her," Adrian hissed, fighting to stay awake, his hands futilely trying to stop the blood pouring out of his leg and shoulder.
"Fuck!"
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At the private hospital Theo maintained for his employees, Theo sat unmoving next to Adrian, whose eyes began to flutter as he started to return to consciousness. The man blinked blearily at Theo and tried to sit up, before groaning and sinking back down into his pillow, pain shadowing his expression.
Pulling out a gun and putting it to Adrian's temple. Theo snarled, "Prove to me you weren't involved in Hermione's kidnapping."
"Of course, I fucking wasn't Theo. I know better, you'd fucking kill me. And you let me blow shit up and pay me to do it. Why would I fuck that up?" Adrian sighed. "They knew my fucking name though. I realized at the time there was something fucking off about that, but if you want to kill me for failing to protect your girl, I understand. If I had someone special, I'd need people to suffer."
"Eshou tsak, Adrian, do you have to be so fucking emo?" Theo snorted, putting his gun back in his waistband. "What exactly did they say?"
"My father's a piece of shit, but not livestock thank you, Theo. They said, 'for fucks' sake Pucey stop fighting us' which tells me that whoever it is knows me, but I couldn't place the voice, but if I heard it again, I could."
"Are you sure?" Theo asked, his eyebrow raised skeptically.
Adrian snorted and then winced again. "They fucking shot me right after that. So fuck yes I'll recognize their voice."
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"Mr. Mayor, yes it is Theodore Nott. Can we meet?" Theo listened to the man on the other side of the phone. "How about the bar at Hotel Casablanca? Nine work for you? Limit your entourage. Yes. Of course, I'll do the same." Theo hung up.
He wiped the damp hair out of Draco's face. Draco had the shit beat out of him and Theo wasn't sure if he hadn't been taken because of his own timely arrival or if whoever took Hermione had no idea what Draco was to him. Whatever the case, his dragon required a guard with constant vigilance now.
"Before you even say anything, I won't leave this room, not even to get coffee despite the fact that this is your private hospital and ought to be secure. I won't even leave to piss until Greg shows up to relieve me in six hours. If Greg runs late, I'll stay right here. They sedated Draco to set his ribs so he'll probably sleep the whole time you are gone."
Theo nodded. Blaise was his second in command for reasons that he constantly demonstrated. He was grateful that he'd managed to tie the man to him again by engaging him to Luna; after they married, Blaise would be family.
"Call Marcus and ask him to meet me at the same bar at seven-thirty. Tell him to leave the boyfriend at home," Theo commanded.
"Are you going to tell him what's going on?"
"Of course I am. I need to find Hermione as soon as possible, before whoever took her kills her or sells her. You know as well as I do, if she gets sold to the wrong person she'll be drugged on a private jet leaving the country and the odds of us ever finding her drop close to zero." Theo shuddered. That wasn't an option. He was going to find her.
He had to find her.
There was no other option.
Even if he had to torch the whole fucking city.
