3. Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Wesley

I ’m sitting at the kitchen island, filtering through security footage from the school, desperate for a clue, any clue. I’m amazing at what I do, always have been. There has never been a mission or task that I’ve been given that I haven’t completed with exemplary performance, hence why this entire situation is so goddamn infuriating.

Whoever it is, they are smart. They never make a mistake. They always have their footsteps covered and are apparently fantastic at leading us on a wild goose chase. At first glance, Andrew Hutchinson was a perfect suspect. He had the motive and the means, but him allowing me to triangulate his location while facetiming me busted that theory. Clark Lewis was a close second, he was her mother’s age, had resources to pull off most, if not all, of the stalker’s moves, and he had several motives. That, again, was a bust.

Fuck, at this point, I’m looking into Skyla’s best friend, Maggie, again. Ronan had already looked into her, and I did the same. The most I could dig up through her phone records was that she used to fuck her stepsister. Interesting, but not what I was looking for. Who knows, though, maybe she’s more clever than she’s letting on. The motive is definitely there. Fuck, I don’t know. At this point, I’m just pissed off.

Things could be worse, I suppose. How mad can a man be when he finally got the girl?

Okay, maybe that’s a stretch. I don’t know if I exactly got the girl so much as got to eat her delectable cunt while one of her boyfriends watched and jacked off to it.

Fuck, that was hot.

I’ve wanted Skyla from the first moment I laid eyes on her. With every day that passed, my desire for her only grew until I could hardly see straight unless I was with her. That seven-mile drive to and from the university was the highlight of my day, every day. Sometimes, I’d take alternate routes, complaining of traffic when really, all I wanted was a few extra minutes with her. A few more minutes where it was just her and I before her horde of men came rolling in, all quickly and efficiently showing me the way out.

I can’t blame them, if she was mine, truly mine, I wouldn’t want to share her with anyone that I didn’t have to. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve crossed that line in her mind that she ‘has to have me’ but I will. Soon. Even if I have to win over every single one of the guys to do it, or beat the fucking shit out of them until they agree. I foresee that being the only plausible route when going through Griggs.

For now, though, I’m calling her mine. She got really drowsy earlier, no doubt the exhaustion from all the stress finally catching up to her. I carried her to her room and laid her down before I came back down here to work. Kinda tempted to crawl into bed beside her. Maybe she’s already awake. I’d be more than interested for round two with her; even Liam could join again.

Conveniently, Liam gets up from his bed in the living room, limping his way over to the kitchen to grab a drink and snagging my attention. Has he been awake this whole time? His stupid comedy movie from the nineties ended over two hours ago. I thought he was passed out. I don’t miss the way he’s watching me, and I don’t attempt to hide the way I’m watching him.

Skyla is absolutely the goal, but a time or two with one of her guys wouldn’t be the worst way to spend an afternoon. It may sound stereotypical, but in the military on missions where we couldn’t leave our position for days at a time, needs arose, and we all found ways of…release. Then, when we would return back home or to base…well, let’s just say I’m not a fan of labels. Love is love, and pleasure is pleasure; nothing more to it.

Ronan told me he caught Liam and Asher together with Skyla. He seemed completely shocked but not judgmental. I, on the other hand, wasn’t surprised at all. I’d noticed a shift in their dynamic over the last few weeks. I guess that’s the beauty of being the man on the outside. I had a perfect view of everything.

Liam fills up a glass with water, turning around to face me as he drinks it. His light green eyes stay on mine as his Adam’s apple begins working the liquid, pushing it down until the glass is empty. His tongue runs along his lips before lifting the hem of his shirt up, dabbing at his chin where I know there is no water. It does give the opportunity to show off his toned abs.

This kid doesn’t know what kind of fire he’s playing with. It seems like it’s a game to him, like he’s trying to goad me. He’s gonna be shocked when he realizes that I don’t bluff.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“Nothing.” He smirks, dropping his shirt and sauntering as best as he can towards me.

Broken leg and the guy is still trying to swagger.

His forearms rest against the counter, and he leans onto them, placing his face only a few inches from my own.

“I was parched. You didn’t offer me the drink I wanted earlier, so I had to make do.”

I raise an eyebrow to him and stare. That teasing smile doesn’t leave his face until I lift my hand to the back of his neck, moving up before my fingers grab a hold of his hair and yank.

His smile drops, and a short gasp escapes him as I lean over him. I purposely let my lips trail over his as I speak.

“If you want to suck my cock, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

Liam’s pupils are blown as he stares at me, his tongue darting out to trace over his lip as I yank on his hair once more. Another gasp escapes him, this one sounding a hell of a lot more like a moan.

“You want to be my good boy and drink my cum?” I ask.

He goes to speak when a voice shouts in the otherwise quiet house.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Asher snaps.

Liam jolts but I don’t release my hold on him, keeping him in place as I stare at Asher.

“Your boyfriend was just telling me how badly he wants to suck my cock.”

An offended scoff escapes Asher as he shakes his head.

“Boyfriend? You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

I don’t miss the hurt that flashes across Liam’s face when Asher says that and honestly, it pisses me off. So, I help the kid out.

“Oh? Was I mistaken? Perfect, more for me,” I say before I drag Liam’s mouth to mine.

To my surprise, he doesn’t react immediately. But one nip of my teeth against his lip, he opens up for me. His hands come to my face, and I drag him closer, my tongue tangling with his just as he’s ripped away from me and hauled into Asher’s side.

I smirk, wiping my mouth with the side of my hand as Asher’s hand flexes around Liam’s hip, keeping him plastered to him. A dazed-looking Liam stares at me until Asher wraps his hand around his throat, pulling his lips to him. He kisses Liam savagely, hungrily, and I can tell that it’s mainly to show me up. I’ll be honest though, the only real winner in this scenario is Liam, and when Asher rips away from him, the idiot is grinning like he just won the goddamn lottery.

My work here is done.

“What the fuck did we just walk in on?” Griggs grouches, his eyes moving from me to Liam and Asher, Ronan behind him with a stoic look.

“Just call me Cupid, happy to lend my services to either of you gentlemen,” I say as I raise my brows suggestively.

Griggs scowls, and Ronan rolls his eyes before scanning the room.

“Where’s Skyla?”

“Asleep,” I answer. “She was tired, so I carried her to her room for a nap.”

“You carried her?” Griggs asks sharply.

My gaze darts to Liam, who’s now the one with the shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, did we forget to mention Skyla added a new boyfriend?”

“What?” Asher and Griggs ask simultaneously.

“About time; I was getting sick of your lovesick bullshit,” Ronan says as he turns to head up the stairs, always the first to seek Skyla out.

I chuckle at him and shake my head.

“You touched her?” Griggs asks, stepping up to me.

Letting out a low sigh, I stand up, eye to eye with him, as I tip my head to the side. He may be a crazy bastard who is highly skilled, but so am I. He doesn’t scare me.

“I did. She wanted it, I wanted it. It happened. That gonna be a problem, Griggs?” I challenge.

His jaw is clenched tight, and his pulse is thundering in his neck.

“If she brings in one more goddamn guy, I’m gutting him like a pig, onsite,” Griggs grumbles.

“Good luck telling her that.” Liam laughs.

“Skyla? Skyla?” Ronan suddenly calls out from the top floor. “What the FUCK!”

His tone sets us all on edge. We take off upstairs, Liam being easily left in the dust as we race to the top. Griggs is the first, followed by me, and then Asher. We push into Skyla’s room to find the bed empty and a frazzled looking Ronan standing on the balcony.

“Where is she?” he asks with crazed eyes.

My head swivels around the room like she’s probably just hiding somewhere before looking back at him.

“I-I don’t know. I just put her down here.”

“How long ago?” Griggs asks.

“I don’t know, three hours ago? Maybe four?”

“Maybe four?” Asher snarls, wrapping his fists in my shirt. “Where the FUCK is my wife?”

“I’ve been here!” I defend. “So has Liam! No one got in. No alarms went off, no sounds, nothing.”

“Then where the fuck is she, Wes?” Ronan snaps.

I run a hand through my hair, pulling my phone from my pocket as I pull up the surveillance footage. I run through the last four hours of video from the front of the house at triple speed, not seeing a thing. It takes several minutes to work through this much footage before I switch to the back of the house. I run through the film for another five minutes when Griggs leans over, pausing the footage.

“There!” he says.

I squint, trying to see what he’s talking about. A quick black flash can be seen from the corner before the footage blips, and it’s gone.

No.

Pulling up my next app, I begin running security checks, hoping to fucking God that I’m wrong.

“Come on, come on, come on,” I mutter to myself before my heart sinks.

“Well?” Asher asks as my eyes raise from the screen.

“Someone hacked into the main line, made a duplicate footage to camouflage themselves,” I say.

“Meaning?” Ronan hedges, understanding and fear already written all over his face.

My eyes come to Vincent’s just as I hear an out of breath Liam crest the stairs.

“He’s got her,” I whisper.