Chapter 17

17

RINGO

“ W e’re here,” Castor announces.

Glaring outside through the empty, dark street, I frown. “There’s nothing here except for this old, dark building. What is that anyway, a church?”

“It looks like an abandoned building from the 19th century.” Finn shivers. “I’m not going in there; we’ve just come out of one.”

“Guys, guys, guys.” Castor ushers us out of the car. “Don’t be such spoilsports.” Pulling his jacket straight, he leads the way.

“I—” Finn hesitates, his pretty eyes wide with trepidation. “Do we have to?”.

I pull on his arm. “Come on, flower, don’t be so skittish. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Except for some monster lurking in the darkness. Or two monsters lurking in a basement. I chuckle to myself.

“What are you smirking about?” Castor frowns at me.

My smile widens. “Nothing.” Everything.

He rolls his lips as if he wants to say something, then huffs instead and gestures for us to follow him to the front of the building.

A torch is placed next to a huge oak dorm that opens as we head up the stairs. An older man, wearing a black suit welcomes us with a bow and a practiced speech that introduces himself as the butler. “Welcome to the Private Institute of Development, otherwise known as The Bell.” We make our way inside. “This place used to be a boarding school for boys. Opened in the early eighteenth century, it closed its doors in 1930. From that day on, it serves as a center of research.”

“I hope the school didn’t close because of some sinister massacre,” I joke. The butler gives me an awkward smile. I doubt he knows about our grandmother’s little outburst. Still, it’s always fun to bring it up.

Finn’s gray gaze is everywhere as he takes in the colossal ceiling and the windows framed by thick velvet curtains. Colourful carpets have been rolled over the wooden flooring, creaking the further we enter.

“Follow me, gentlemen.” The butler walks us to a smaller, more intimate room. The sound of crackling fire welcomes us. A table has been set for three, and we place ourselves while waiting for him to return with water and wine.

“Why are we here, Castor?” I ask. “Finn’s right. We could have stayed in if you wanted to spend an evening between old walls.”

“Perhaps. But I wanted to leave the house and have some fun. And you, flower, needed to get some rules set straight, so I figured we could have both. Starting with some questions.” My brother cocks his head my way. “Who are you, Fernando?”

I chuckle at him using my real name. “What do you mean, who am I?”

“Tell Finn.”

“Tell Finn what?”

“Whatever he’d like to know about the real you.”

I blink, unsure where he’s going with this.

“Flower here doesn’t understand why we are obsessed with him.” Castor’s eyes drink mine in. “So he needs to know, brother. About us. About the other part of us.”

“He’s referring to your killing for hire,” Finn blurts.

My jaw hits the floor. “ What ?”

Finn roams my face with curiosity. “Do you always kill them?”

“Do I always—” My gaze darts back to my brother, who’s already watching me, frowning. “What the fuck did you tell him?”

Castor shrugs. “I gave him our latest case.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because I felt like it, B. Because Finn is part of our life now. Why do you call yourself Ringo? Because you fucking love screwing with people’s minds. Do you know what he loves doing, flower?” Castor turns Finn’s way. “He loves to torture them for hours. Tell him, B. Tell him how you drive them insane.”

“I’m not sure he?—”

“Please.”

“You truly want to know that, sweetheart?” I ask, catching the moment Finn’s eyes darken. He presses his lips in a thin line, nostrils flaring.

“Yes,” he whispers. He’s irresistible like this. Fucking perfect .

“I think there’s a little freak hidden in your big heart somewhere.” I grin, pointing my chin to my brother. “You tell him.”

“Have you ever heard of the Chinese water torture?”

Finn frowns and shakes his head. “No?”

Castor’s mouth curls into a cruel smile. “My brother ties them up and sprinkles their heads with single drops of water and a lot of patience. It’s all it takes for them to crack. Child molesters, rapists, killers…” He clicks his finger. “Bran makes them dance. Just like that.”

The words make my cock throb in my pants. He’s right. They do crack. And fuck it, if that doesn’t make me hard. Every. Single. Time.

Finn licks his lips and turns my way. “You kill them with water?”

“Kill them? Oh no. I’m not a killer.” I wiggle my brows. “I’m a talker. And so are they, with time. In the beginning, they fight. Then they swear, and then they cry. Sweet, guilty tears. Then they beg.” I close my eyes and inhale deeply through my nostrils. “Such sweet pleas. So much creativity. So many lies. And then—” I stare back at him. “They go crazy.” I let out a laugh and jut my chin in Castor’s direction. “That’s when he comes in.”

“What do you do then?”

Castor shrugs. “I give them a choice. Always a choice.”

“Like you did with David?”

“Exactly sweetheart, like I did with David. The end result is the same—death. But they can choose how they go.”

“It’s only fair, don’t you think?” I smile his way.

Finn gives a hesitant nod. “I—uhm…but do you always kill them?”

“Yes. Always.” Leaning in, I kiss his hand and look up through my lashes. “Because they’ve been evil.”

“That’s—” He blushes, and I want to slide my hand between his legs and feel his cock. I bet he’s hard. Finn clears his throat. “An unusual business,” he finishes.

“Very,” Castor nods. “And lucrative. You know what I think, flower? That your clever brain would be perfect for finding these bad people.”

“Finding them?” Finn repeats.

“Hmm. When clients contact us, they don’t always have a suspect yet. Sometimes we’ve got to dig. Would you like to dig?”

“I’m still in college.” He sounds as if he is in doubt, but he looks perfectly flushed. Aroused .

“Only six more months to go for you, flower,” I say. “Then you graduate. You could even finish your last semester online.”

The butler walks in and serves drinks and appetizers.

Finn doesn’t speak until he has left the room. “Just so I understand. You want me to join your secret business?”

Castor turns my way. “Such a clever boy.”

I smirk. “He is. You still have so many questions, don’t you flower?” I take a drink, then slowly get out of my seat.

Castor yanks Finn’s chair back, and we both ignore his surprised yelp when I step in between him and the table. With a tap on his thighs, Fynn spreads them and I settle in, cock hardening at his obedience.

“I never really understood why,” Finn mutters. “But I guess will always have questions.”

“I love it when you get all philosophical.” Castor unzips my pants. “But maybe you’re overthinking just a little. Here.” He takes out my cock and I inwardly groan as heat creeps through my stomach. My brother’s hand wraps around my thick shaft, and my lips fall open when I watch him guide it to Finn’s mouth. "Are you going to give B this pretty mouth, flower?”

He nods and lets me slide inside his warm, hot mouth.

“We wanted you, and now that we have you, we want to keep you,” Castor whispers. He’s watching us with fluttering lashes. “I have a few ideas for your career. Because you want to be successful in your own way, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Finn groans but obediently bobs his head in reply.

I smile.

“That’s what I thought. You will be our partner in crime. You will search and find, like a dog with a bone. And once you have, you’ll pass it on to us for completion.” Tracing the shape of Finn’s spread lips, Castor plants a soft kiss on his cheek. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, flower.”

There’s a short knock and in comes the butler with our food.

Finn sputters, face flushed and eyes wide that make both me and my brother chuckle. When he tries to pull back, I squeeze my hand around his neck to keep him in place.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Not until I say so. What other options are you talking about, brother?”

Castor gets up and taps Finn’s thigh. “Wider, flower.”

The door clicks shut when my brother joins me between Finn’s thighs. Castor caresses Finn’s cheek. “During the party, I ended up talking to the mayor. And he’s keen on doing something more with the asylum.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“Like setting up a museum. Like making it a ghost house or whatever the fuck we want. That’s why I took you here. For inspiration.”

“For inspiration?”

“Yes, this place was abandoned and has been renovated. The Bell is a private restaurant and public museum.”

“Hmm, a museum. I like it.”

Finn mutters around my cock, and I chuckle. “Oh, you like that idea too?” I pull Finn further onto my cock, making him gag. “That’s it, sweetheart. Choke on it.”

Hollowing his cheeks, he does just that. His cheeks are flushed, caught in my grip, impaled on my cock. He’s stunning like this. “Fuck, if you continue like this, I am going to come.”

“Not yet,” Castor grunts. He squeezes Finn’s cheek impatiently. “My turn. Fuck, baby, you’ve got me so worked up.” Releasing his cock, Castor nudges it to Finn’s lips. I snarl but pull out like the good fucking brother I can be.

Our flower dives onto Castor’s dick immediately, licking off the precum and sucking the head into his mouth.

“Fuck, yeah,” Castor groans. His mouth finds mine, and he scrapes his teeth on my bottom lip, making me moan in frustration. I guide his hand down and gasp when he starts stroking me while we kiss. Heat runs through my spine, and my hips roll more urgently. Understanding what I want, my brother strokes faster. Our mouths no longer kiss because our teeth have come out, nipping and snarling as my climax slowly builds. I can feel it in my toes, feel it rising. My balls draw up. “Castor…” I moan.

Our fingers intermingle, working together toward my orgasm, and my brother pants against my lips.

Finn hums around Castor’s cock, his gaze on our joint hands.

“Join us,” I growl.

“Castor…” He whispers, his hot breath against my brother’s shaft. “Fuck my face. Please.” He opens his mouth wider and places his hand on ours to thumb the underside of my cock.

My brother grunts, hips rolling faster when Finn gags. “That’s it, flower. Take it all.”

Spit dribbles down the corners of Finn’s mouth, and our eyes meet. A glassy, dark stare that makes my chest tighten.

Castor comes with a loud, guttural cry. Then his lips crash back on mine, heavy and exhausted.

Finn whines. His face and part of my dick are covered in Castor’s jizz. The sight of them both, using my brother’s come to stroke me faster makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Take B’s dick in your mouth, flower. Open.”

The moment Finn sucks me back inside his mouth, I tip over the edge, the orgasm leaving me breathless.

I’m flying, yet I have never felt more grounded.

When I open my eyes, my brother smiles at me. “Come on, B,” he says. “Let’s be good to our flower.”

We sweep Finn out of his chair and lay him out on the table like a fucking buffet, his back between the dishes. He lets out another wail when we pull his pants down. His cock smacks against his flat stomach, wet and eager to be spoiled.

I lick up the underside of his shaft while Castor rolls his balls inside his mouth. Finn’s knees are trembling, and his babbles are incoherent. They make me smile. He tenses when I suck the tip into my mouth and fists his hands into balls.

“Oh my god, you—I can’t…” He moans. “I’m gonna—ugh…”

I hum contently when Finn climaxes inside my mouth. Castor’s tongue meets me at the tip of our flower’s quivering, leaking dick. Together, we lap up as much of his come as we can. Swirling our tongues around the head, reveling in his taste, we finish our session with a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Hmm, you taste good.”

“Oh my god.” Finn is leaning on his elbows and watching us through his glasses. He bites his lip. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

“A proof of how much we want you,” Castor says. He helps Finn get up from the table and back into his chair.

Finn smiles at us. “I will always be insecure. I think it’s just in my DNA. I’m scared that you will leave. That I’m back in that old trailer?—”

“Impossible,” I blurt. “That one burned to the ground.”

Finn’s eyes grow large as he turns my way. “What? When?”

“During the night of the party.”

“B,” Castor grumbles. “Why do you have to be so fucking honest at the wrong time?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Because it was a shit place, and we’re happy to be rid of it.”

Finn doesn’t complain. He just stares between us, then smiles some more. A private smile. The one we love so much. “You did that for me?”

I puff up my chest at his question. “We did.”

“I could get used to that, you know?” He looks down at his plate. “To two beautiful men who take care of me.”

“Good.” Lifting my glass, I smile at both of them. “Then that’s finally settled. Here’s to us. To chaos, because we’ll make this place something special. To cruelty. Destruction. Here’s to fucking death .”