The gate guards rushed to the house when the power was cut, and they were dead too. They may not have been responsible for the crimes of Thomas Miller, but killing them got me to E faster.
Sliding into the black sedan Di rented me under a fake name, I thank her foresight for the tinted windows. We can make it back into the city without being easily caught on camera. Still, I hand E a second hat from my bag in the back before turning the car on, cranking up the heat. We’re warm from the run and adrenaline, but it’s a lot colder than he’s dressed for in a polo shirt.
“Put this on and don’t take it off until we’re back at my place,” I tell him, putting the car into drive. “Buckle up, pet.”
E doesn’t speak, but he does what I ask. Switching my phone from the earpiece to speaker, Di keeps me updated as we go, having me veer off the main road five minutes later.
“Cops incoming.”
“I tried to set the scene like a murder suicide.”
“I’ll write something up,” Di says cryptically.
“What’re you going to write?” E asks, finally breaking out of his stupor.
“This ain’t my first rodeo," Di replies in an attempt at a southern accent. “He can’t live with himself anymore. His men are complicit. He leaves everything to charity.”
E snorts and I glance at him as I slow for a stop sign before heading back to Montauk Highway. “No one would believe that. He only donated to charity if it curried favor with a business associate or he needed to pay less taxes.”
The use of past tense for his father gives me some assurance E has accepted what happened. “Di will figure it out and make it look real. She knows what to do.”
“Like I said,” Di retorts. “Going silent. Here if you need me.”
As we cruise along the almost empty highway in the early morning, E and I settle into a comfortable silence. He rests his head against the headrest, face towards me, and I can’t help reaching out to take his hand. He squeezes back and I feel his shiver.
“Are you cold?”
“No,” E shakes his head. “Glad it’s over. Just thinking about how close I came to losing you. We were about to leave for Cuba, and then he was taking us to Russia. What if you couldn’t find me there?”
Moving my hand up to his neck, I glance over to catch his frown. I hurry to reassure him. “You were never lost to me. Your collar has a tracking device. I will always find you. Though I don’t plan to let you out of my sight again anytime soon.”
Reaching up to feel the skin-warmed metal below his throat, he touches the collar over my fingers. E blinks and then smiles. “You always knew where I was?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” he nods and drops his hand.
“‘Okay,’ what?” I ask, not sure I asked a question.
“You can keep me forever, Sir.”
If I have my way, I will.
Chapter twenty-nine
E
Ashotasthesex was on our wild excursion to find Di, I was eager to be on my knees for Mac again. His assistant was at the apartment, worn out from her ordeal and everything she did to cover up what happened at my father’s. The three of us slept until sunrise, and then we caught a plane back home.
Di is now safely set up in the guest house, and I’m standing awkwardly in Mac’s bathroom. He told me to shower, so I make sure I am squeaky clean, with lube in the place I hope he wants to explore. I still miss him washing me.
Since he plans to keep me, maybe I can ask for things?
“What are you doing, pet?”
Mac’s voice startles me and I let out a curse in Spanish. “You scared me.”
He moves into the room, and I notice the lack of clothing. Mac is down to his briefs, the dark-blue fabric accentuating his package. He looks at me in the mirror as he cages me against the black marblecounter between the two sinks. The cool stone makes me hiss as it touches my bare hips over the towel I'm wrapped in. I wonder if he’s ever had anyone here to use the second one.