Leon
There were times when life seemed almost boring. Almost. Those were the times that I would consider doing a few things to get myself in trouble just for the fun of it. I'd long realized that cops were the funniest people on earth. Always thinking that they were so smart. Then there were other times when life seemed to be so interesting. Of course those were the times when I had scores to settle. Like now for example. There was someone I was going to end very soon if he didn't return the 2 million dollars he'd stolen from me. I'd just settled a score with some bastard who had thought he could double cross me. I felt my irritation resurfacing as the events of that night played out. I'd been so annoyed by the asshole that I hadn't noticed the brunette standing right outside the door until it had been too late. But she'd definitely noticed me. My hands instinctively fisted on the desk in front of me. I'd made the mistake of leaving my face open while talking to Mike and that mistake had cost me so much. It didn't help that she'd also somehow managed to outsmart me afterwards. I wasn't exactly familiar with that area, but I still had to give it to her. She had definitely been fast. And taking that bend had been the smartest thing to do even if it hadn't exactly been the safest. A part of me wished she had been apprehended or even killed while she'd been running in that lonely lane. Another part of me wished she'd survived so I could personally deal with her. She was my mistake after all. The one who got away. I'd already asked a few guys to search for her, giving them all what I had which was a facial description of her and a few details I was sure of, like the fact that she had been working for Mike. Nothing much but I trusted that they could make do with it. A knock sounded on my office door and Sheila walked in. I listened to the soft click of the door behind her, admiring the gentle sway of her hips. There wasn't a single woman who turned me on as much as Sheila did. I studied her as she walked further into the room, barely containing my smirk as she played around on her lap with her fingers. Sheila was just the right person to help me take my mind off things. I pushed my seat backwards with the back of my knees, making sure I had my gaze fixed on her. I took steady and confident strides towards her, drawing her to me by her waist so firmly that she was flush against me in the next second. I tilted her jaw with my pointer finger so I could look into her eyes. She'd put on a touch of smoky makeup, enhancing her natural vixen aura. Before I could blink, she'd tiptoed in her heels and touched her lips to mine. I let her kiss me the way she wanted for a few seconds, reveling in the feel of her soft body against mine. Then I was holding her ponytail harshly and pulling her head backwards to ravish her mouth. I tilted my face, flicking my tongue across her lower lip as she granted me entrance. My cock hardened the minute our tongues touched. They danced, tangling as we both fought for dominance. I gripped her ass firmly and turned to lift her onto my desk. Her arms locked around my neck as our kiss got even more intense. Somewhere at the back of my head it occurred to me that she hadn't driven the bolt and shut the door properly but I was too gone to give a shit. The sounds of our moans got louder with each second. My hand flew to keep her jaw in place as I showed her with my tongue exactly what I was going to do to her down there in a few minutes. Her legs lifted as she secured them around my waist. I let out a deep groan once she grabbed my dick through my pants. Soon enough we were both grinding on each other like horny dogs, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head. My fingers had barely touched her gown to rip the flimsy thing off of her when a knock sounded on the door. I paused, my instinct already informing me that whatever it was had to be important. Sheila sensed my hesitation and tried to get my attention but I informed her that whatever it was had to be important. I drew away from her, fixing my shirt and trying to at least look presentable. I didn't give a shit what the person on the other side thought but I also knew when to be professional. I looked at Sheila from the corner of my eyes, catching her incredulous expression as I buttoned my shirt which I hadn't even realized she'd gotten open. "You can't possibly be serious," She stated, her lips forming a shocked 'o'. I understood her surprise, actually. Usually I never put her off whenever we were making out. I'd even fucked her once right in front of someone I was having a business meeting with. I couldn't care less what anyone thought, they weren't so important. No one was. "I am." I replied firmly in a tone I was sure would leave no room for any kind of argument. I was a second away from asking her to fix her dress when she gracefully came down from my desk, her intent written all over her face. I knew I should put her off, and ask her to come back later. But I was still a little too excited to not consider taking what she was obviously offering. She stopped just a few inches away from me, her pointer finger coming to draw imaginary patterns on my chest. Her eyelids lifted as she stared at me. "You sure?" She asked quietly, her voice a bit hoarse. She kept her eyes fixed in mine as her fingers began walking downwards. Slowly but surely until she was dragging her fingers across the skin peeking out of my belt. I felt my cock stir beneath my pants. The woman was a walking time bomb. I should be angry at her audacity but for some reason it was only turning me madly on. She worked at my belt, taking all the time in the world before kneeling to take me in her mouth. I hissed once her hot lips closed around me, my fingers immediately flying to her hair. I let her get me off, slapping her ass when she was done and asking her to behave herself. Adjusting myself, I took slow strides to the door, twisting the doorknob to find my nephew at the door. I nodded slightly, asking Sean to come in. He nodded in turn, walking in and letting the door close quietly behind him. His eyes immediately flew to where Sheila sat, perched on my seat and I didn't miss the way they darkened in irritation. I still found his blatant dislike for her amusing. And he wasn't the only one.LeonThe dungeon reeked.Sweat. Blood. Decay. That same metallic stink that always found a way to settle in your throat no matter how hard you tried not to breathe. I stepped in, Sean behind me, the heavy metal door clanging shut as we moved deeper.I didn’t speak. Not yet.We’d given them 48 hours. Two damn days to talk. Two days to explain who the fuck sent them after Tamara. And I had given them one single instruction—talk or die slowly.But when I stepped into the cell now, what I found made my blood run colder than it had the night we pulled Tamara off that fucking floor, bleeding.They were dead.All three.Sean moved first, rushing in, crouching next to the first body. He touched the neck, but even from here, I could tell there was no pulse. The skin was cold, the eyes half-open, rolled back. Mouth slack. One had blood dried around his nose. Another had a streak of something darker on his lips—poison maybe. Or a fucking message.“What the hell,” Sean muttered under his breath.
TamaraI didn’t even know how we got back inside.One second, I was walking ahead of him, not trusting myself to say anything... next thing, his fingers were wrapped around mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he had a right to. And I let him. Just like that. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t even try.We didn’t talk.Not one word.His grip was warm. Firm. And I held onto it like it was the only thing keeping me steady.The door creaked open. He guided me in. Still holding my hand. My legs felt like they were moving on autopilot, my mind too tangled to make sense of anything. I could hear our footsteps, soft and slow against the floor. No voices. No music. The house was quiet. Just us. And it made everything feel... intimate in a way that messed with my head.He didn’t speak. Just walked a little ahead of me, looked back once. That jaw of his tight. Like there was something stuck in his throat he didn’t know how to spit out. I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to hear anythin
TamaraI didn’t even know why I was going to him.I had barely slept. My head still throbbed. My body still aches in places I didn’t even want to think about. Every inch of me reminded me of last night. Every damn inch. And yet... there I was... padding barefoot down the hall, wrapping my arms tighter around myself with every step.It seemed simple in my head.Just say thank you.I owed him that much. For what he did to those men. For... protecting me.Even if I hated him. Even if I still wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing in this house.I told myself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just manners. Closure. A way to put an end to this nightmare. But my stomach was twisting the closer I got to his room. My heart thudded in my chest like a warning.I stopped outside his door for a second, heart beating so fast I felt dizzy.I didn’t want to see him. Not really. But something in me wouldn’t turn back. Wouldn’t fucking let me.I raised my hand to knock—hesitated. Then, before I coul
Leon"Tamara!"Fuck.I was already moving, feet pounding down the hall after her before the door had even swung shut behind her. My chest was tight, breath sharp in my throat. I just needed to ease the fucking feeling inside me but damn, the few minutes pleasure has cost more trouble, even though I don't fucking know why I give a fuck about how she feels about my time with another woman. Wait! It feels a little satisfying seeing this reaction from her but shit!I didn’t fucking think—there wasn’t time for that. My body moved on instinct. I needed to get to her.Behind me, I heard Sheila’s voice snap, high, angry."Leon! What the fuck… Leon!"I didn’t stop.Her voice rose, shrill now. "You’re running after her? After what we just—!"“That bitch—”I barely heard her. Didn’t fucking care.Every step down that hall felt too slow. I could still hear Tamara’s footsteps ahead, it was quick, sharp, her pace unsteady but fast. Too fast. Like she was running from a goddamn fire. My heart was th
LeonThe fucking screams still echoed in my head. Didn’t matter how many hours I had spent in the dungeon. It wasn't enough. My knuckles were raw. My shirt stained. I could still feel the steel under my palms. Still see the blood. But those bastards… they were holding out. Paid in fucking casho, no names, no faces. The same shit over and over again.It wasn’t enough.I needed more blood. More pain. I needed to rip them apart until they begged to fucking die.And still… Tamara.Every time I blinked, it was her face I saw. Pale, shaking. Those bruises on her wrists. The fucking look in her eyes when she opened them in the bed upstairs. It stuck in my throat, burning like acid. No matter how hard I tried to scrub it out of my head, it came back.I should have protected her.I should have never let this happen.My body was wound so fucking tight, I felt like I was going to snap.I needed a drink. A fight. A fuck. Anything to shut this shit down for one fucking second.I stormed down the h
LeonThe metal door groaned as I pushed it open, the weight of it heavy under my hand. The scent hit me first. Blood. Sweat. The sharp, sour tang of fear thick in the cold air. The kind of smell that clung to skin, to clothes, to the walls. The kind of smell that never left.I stepped into the underground room, my boots echoing against the concrete floor. The light above flickered faintly, casting shadows over the two pieces of shit chained to the wall. Their arms stretched high, their shirts torn, their faces already swollen and bruised. The metallic rattle of the chains was the only sound they could manage now.I rolled my sleeves up slowly. My knuckles were still raw from earlier, but I didn’t give a fuck. Not tonight. Not after what almost happened to her.I stood in front of them, eyes narrowing. “You’ve had enough time to think,” I said, voice low. “Now you’re going to tell me. Who the fuck sent you?”One of them groaned, barely lifting his head. The one with the scar. The one w