Chapter One-hundred Twenty-Five: The Sapphire Princess

Chapter 125

The Sapphire Princess

Jaxon wore a yukata with a black and red yagasuri pattern with a navy blue obi. He was barefoot and wore his silk tresses loosely pulled back with a claw clip. His bangs draped down, framing his face.

He stood in front of shoji walls with a red glow and the silhouette of a spiked plant. Beside him stood a red silk curtain with silver embroidered cranes spreading their wings. He knelt, lying on his side.

The camera snapped. Daisy McClain of Sole Desire knelt, snapping pictures of Jaxon. She took pictures of him lying on his side, pointing his feet at the camera. She snapped pictures of him kneeling, zooming in on his feet.

She had Jaxon step outside of the traditional Japanese home holding a wagasa and snapped pictures. Jaxon slid the yukata past his shoulders, revealing his bare shoulders and chest. She bit her lip and snapped pictures of them. Dannel Perkins, the editor of Sole Desire, oversaw this and was drooling at the sight of Jaxon. Jaxon smirked at them, relishing in this.

Jaxon was back inside in front of the shoji walls. Daisy took pictures of Jaxon’s bare back with him peering over his shoulder. Jaxon lay on his stomach and peered over his shoulder as Daisy took more pictures of him.

Jaxon sat up, crossing his ankles, and smirked as he wiggled his toes. She snapped more pictures.

Daisy: “Now scrunch your toes.”

She commanded. Jaxon nodded and curled his toes as he smirked at the camera.

He stood up, lifted his leg, and pointed to his foot. Daisy lay on the floor snapping pictures.

Jaxon lay down, opening his yukata more, exposing his bare chest, torso, and teasing a bit of his penis. Daisy reddened and snapped pictures of him. Jaxon smiled.

Daisy: “You’re so handsome!”

Jaxon: “I know.”

He grinned.

Jaxon stood and closed his yukata and tied his obi. Daisy snapped pictures of him. Celeste dressed as a ninja with a mask covering her nose and mouth and her hair up in a ponytail, put her hand over Jaxon’s mouth. Daisy snapped pictures of that.

Celeste had Jaxon sit up against a column in the house with his wrists tied behind the column. His yukata was loosened to expose his bare chest. He gave her a faux beseeching look as she waved a feather at him. He gasped when she picked up his foot and began tickling it.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed hard and squirmed. Daisy snapped more pictures.

Celeste snaked her arm around Jaxon’s ankles and tickled his soft soles with her nails.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!”

He laughed hard as tears welled in his eyes, and threw his head back laughing. Daisy snapped pictures of Jaxon being tickled and close-ups of his feet being tickled.

Jaxon lay on a bed completely nude, with his wrists tied to the headboard. Celeste stood over him, gazing down at him. Jaxon reddened and smiled at her. Celeste trailed her hands from his face to his chest to his torso, over his hips, legs, and down to his feet as if she were marking him as hers.

She placed her hand on his thigh as her other hand held a feather and tickled his penis. Jaxon threw his head back and laughed and moaned.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed and squirmed as he hardened. Daisy flushed pink and took pictures.

Celeste twirled the feather over his penis, stroking it down and brushing it against his testicles. Jaxon shrieked and groaned with laughter as his balls twitched.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMMMHAHAHAHAHAMMMM!!”

He laughed hard as tears welled in his eyes, and his face was beet red.

~

After the shoot was finished, Jaxon started getting dressed in his usual clothes. He slid on his tight black jeans, put his sheer socks on, threw his white tiger stripe shirt over his bare chest and buttoned it up to his tattoo, and tucked his shirt into his jeans, fastening his belt. He slid his feet into his chelsea boots and zipped them up.

Celeste grinned at him as she watched him dress. Jaxon peered over his shoulder and grinned at her. He removed the claw clip from his hair and shook his hair loose. He then put his Ray-Bans over his eyes and grinned at Celeste, holding the paycheck for nine thousand dollars.

Jaxon: “Ready to go, babe?”

Celeste ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. Jaxon hugged her back.

Celeste: “That was fun!”

Jaxon chuckled and kissed her. She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her.

Jaxon: “Yes, because you were with me, teasing and tickling me.”

He purred.

Daisy and Dannel approached the two.

Daisy: “Thank you for returning to Sole Desire, Jaxon! We’re sorry about what happened with… our former employee.”

She said with strain. Celeste hugged Jaxon close, and he patted her head.

Jaxon: “...It’s water under the bridge.”

He forced a smile.

Jaxon: “My Green Queen and two best friends came to save me.”

He smiled at Celeste and kissed her head. She giggled and ran her nails over his chest. He shivered and laughed a bit.

Dannel: “Damn, boy, you’re so fine! I’m glad you’re back!”

He drooled at the photoset.

Jaxon: “I know!”

He grinned.

Jaxon: “Sayonara… until next time.”

He grinned and turned around to head to his car with Celeste by his side. He draped his arm over as they walked.

~

Tristan and Deimos were in Deimos’ bedroom. Tristan wore a dark purple three-piece suit, white pressed shirt, black tie, and black sheer socks on his feet. Deimos wore a Slayer tank top, torn jeans, and black socks. He held a Canon EOS camera in his hands.

Tristan: “Do you really want me to model for Sole Desire?”

He asked meekly.

Deimos: “I don’t know. Do you want to? I want the whole world to see what a gorgeous boyfriend I have.”

He smiled and snapped a picture of Tristan on his bed, gazing at Deimos with a half-lidded stare.

Tristan: “I’m a little shy.”

He murmured.

Deimos: “I’ll be with you.”

He reassured him. Tristan tucked his finger in the hem of his socks and pulled them off. He crossed his ankles and wiggled his toes. Deimos reddened and snapped a picture, feeling his jeans tighten against his hardness.

Tristan flicked his gaze to Deimos’ hardness and him with a smirk. He fanned his toes out and wiggled them. Deimos bit his bottom lip and reached out to tickle his feet. Tristan burst out laughing.

Tristan: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! DEIMOHOHOS!”

He laughed hard and flopped on the bed. Deimos stopped tickling him and crawled to his boyfriend, pinning his wrists and gazing into his green eyes. He kissed Tristan deeply and moaned into his mouth. Deimos trailed his mouth over Tristan’s jaw and down to his neck. Tristan shivered and raked his fingers through Deimos’ hair.

Deimos: “I love you, Tristan…”

He whispered into his ear. Tristan laughed a bit as it tickled him slightly.

Tristan: “I love you, too, mon chéri…”

He whispered back, and the two kissed again.

Deimos sat up and pulled his tank top off, revealing his bare chest with his toned physique. Tristan grinned widely, and his cheeks flushed pink. Deimos pulled his socks off, unsnapped his jeans, and slid those down.

Deimos stood before Tristan in his boxer briefs. He slowly slid his briefs down, baring his hardness for his man. Goosebumps popped all over Tristan’s skin. He removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his waistcoat. He shrugged out of it and unsnapped a few buttons on his pressed shirt.

Deimos sat on the bed and gazed into Tristan’s eyes. He leaned over and kissed him deeply. Tristan kissed him again and lowered himself to Deimos’ member. Deimos threw his head back as Tristan slid Deimos’ cock into his mouth. Deimos put his hand on Tristan’s head, raking his fingers through his snowy tresses as he fucked Tristan’s mouth, thrusting gently and picking up the pace as his hunger and desire for his man soared.

Tristan bobbed his head up and down as Deimos thrust into his mouth. He brushed his slender fingertips against Deimos’ ballsack. Deimos groaned and clutched onto the sheets. Tristan enjoyed tasting and pleasuring his man very much, and plunged his penis down his throat. Deimos let out a loud moan and gazed down at Tristan, reddening all over and feeling himself on the edge.

Deimos’ panted rapidly as his cock twitched and swelled in Tristan’s mouth. Tristan shut his eyes tightly as Deimos released into his mouth, and Tristan tried to swallow as much of it as he could. He pulled Deimos’ penis out of his mouth and Deimos flopped back. Tristan sat up and covered his mouth as he swallowed more. Deimos gazed at Tristan lovingly.

Deimos: “I love you…”

He said breathlessly. Tristan bit his bottom lip.

Tristan: “I love you, too…”

The two shared a deep kiss.

~

At Celeste and Jaxon’s house, Jaxon hung up the phone in the kitchen.

Jaxon: “I keep calling his place and he’s not answering!”

He huffed and paced around.

Celeste: “Try his pager.”

Jaxon: “I did. Nothing.”

He threw his arms up and slapped his sides.

Jaxon: “Do you wanna come with me to see ‘Zombie Night’?”

He smiled at her. Celeste gaped at him.

Celeste: “Not really? Horror movies are dumb.”

Jaxon knit his eyebrows.

Jaxon: “Aw, babe, I go with you to see your movies.”

Celeste: “Yeah, but you don’t have to. Go alone. It’s more fun.”

Jaxon looked away and knit his eyebrows. He turned to her and forced a smile.

Jaxon: “I’ll walk to Deimos’.”

He nodded.

He slid on his chelsea boots, zipped them up, and headed out of the home. Noah was cleaning the oven and cleared his throat.

Noah: “Celeste, if I may.”

She turned around to face him.

Noah: “I think you should have gone with him.”

Celeste: “Why? Horror movies are stupid and they suck.”

Noah nodded.

Noah: “I agree, but I think you upset him. Jaxon likes to be around others and loves your company.”

Celeste bowed her head and looked away, knitting her eyebrows.

Celeste: “I didn’t mean to hurt him, and Deimos agreed to go.”

Noah: “Yes, but Deimos hasn’t picked up his phone. I’m just reminding you to be mindful of him next time. He goes above and beyond for you and others.”

He nodded with a smile. Celeste nodded.

Celeste: “Okay, if Deimos bails, I’ll go with him.”

She sighed.

Celeste: “Or make him some spicy dish or somethin’.”

She muttered.

~

Jaxon walked to Deimos’ and dialed his number on his cellphone. Why the fuck isn’t he picking up? He thought, feeling his frustration grow.

A blue 1987 Volkswagen Fox coasted behind him. Jaxon heard them and turned around, raising an eyebrow. Deimos’ answering machine came on. Jaxon hated leaving voicemails, but maybe it’d be wise to do so now.

Jaxon: “Yo, Deimos! It’s Jaxon! We’re supposed to see ‘Zombie Night’ tonight. Did you forget?”

He laughed awkwardly. The car door slammed shut, and Desiree stepped out wearing her suit and sunglasses over her eyes. As she moved toward Jaxon, he picked up the pace.

Jaxon: “Call me back, okay?”

Desiree grabbed Jaxon’s wrists.

Jaxon: “HEY! LET ME GO!”

He screamed and dropped his cellphone to the ground.

Desiree: “Get in the car!”

She commanded.

Jaxon: “FUCK OFF! LET ME GO!”

He roared.

Desiree: “Shut up!”

She hissed and stomped on his cellphone. She secured his wrists with handcuffs, put duct tape over his mouth, and threw him in the passenger’s seat. She buckled him in to secure him. Jaxon thrashed and kicked his legs. Desiree buckled his legs to the seat, shut the door, and rolled over the hood. She got into the driver’s side and drove away with Jaxon, leaving his broken cellphone on the sidewalk.

~

Deimos walked Tristan back to his house. When he saw him to his door, they shared a kiss.

Tristan: “Enjoy your movie and don’t keep Jaxon waiting.”

He teased. Deimos smiled tightly and kissed his hand.

Deimos: “I won’t.”

He said softly.

Deimos: “Good night, gorgeous.”

He whispered.

Tristan: “Night, handsome man.”

They kissed, and Tristan went into his house.

When Tristan entered his house, he saw Victor on the couch, reading a book with Oliver on one side of him and Francis on the other.

Tristan: “Papa?!”

Victor raised his head and brightened when he saw his son.

Victor: “Tristan!”

He rose from the couch and threw his arms around his son. Tristan hugged him back.

Victor: “I had to come back. Mother told me about Kristen… and Chelsea.”

He sobbed. Tristan inhaled sharply and frowned.

Tristan: “I see…”

Victor: “You need me, Tristan.”

He said softly. Tristan knit his eyebrows. He didn’t want his father to return until they dealt with Ichiro, but when would that be? He wondered.

Victor: “I’m sorry about what happened to Kristen and Chelsea. I never met either, but my mother told me how much Chelsea meant to you and that Kristen was the nanny to Christian’s children.”

He cried. Tristan drew another breath.

Tristan: “It’s a lot to process… Where do I start? Where do I end? Is it safe for you to be here?”

Victor held Tristan back.

Victor: “Why wouldn’t it be safe?”

Tristan: “Someone is after Jaxon and me because I contested Jaxon’s grandmother’s will. This is how it began, and it’s not safe for you to be here, Papa.”

He cried. Victor brushed hair strands from his son’s face and dried his eyes.

Victor: “I missed out on years being with you… I don’t want to do that again, Tristan.”

He said earnestly.

Victor: “And I want to apologize to Jaxon and Celeste. I know my behavior toward them was wrong. I wish them well, but I will never forgive Ivy.”

He sobbed. Tristan’s expression darkened.

Tristan: “...That makes the two of us.”

~

Deimos entered his house to get the movie tickets and saw that his answering machine was flashing red. Deimos pressed play and listened to the message.

Jaxon: “Yo, Deimos! It’s Jaxon! We’re supposed to see ‘Zombie Night’ tonight. Did you forget? Call me back, okay?”

He heard a car door slam.

Jaxon: “HEY! LET ME GO!”

He screamed.

Deimos paused, and his heart stopped when he heard Jaxon scream.

Desiree: “Get in the car!”

Jaxon: “FUCK OFF! LET ME GO!”

Desiree: “Shut up!”

He heard crackling and distortion followed by a beep and “end of message.” Deimos froze when he heard this message end. He ejected the tape from the answering machine, shoved it into his pocket, and stormed out of the house.

~

Jaxon grunted and groaned through his tape gag as Desiree drove down the road. She smoked a cigarette and blew smoke in his face. Jaxon shook his head and glowered at her.

Desiree: “Calm down, boy, you’re spending the night in luxury!”

She scoffed and flicked ashes in his face. Jaxon’s face flamed red with fury. He thrashed in his seat.

Jaxon: “GRRRRRR!! MRR HRCCHNNG HNHCH! MM GRMMN CRMMN MNRR HHRMN MRR!!”

Desiree laughed.

Desiree: “Save your energy, boy.”

She waved her hand at him. Jaxon growled and glared hatefully at her, thrashing in his seat.

Desiree rolled up to the pier. Jaxon saw a luxurious white super yacht at the dock; it was two hundred and sixty feet long with a deep V hull shape. On the hull, “The Sapphire Princess” was written in shiny blue letters. His heart sank.

Desiree: “Yeah, boy, you’re goin’ on that! You’re lucky!”

She slapped his back hard. He turned to her, glaring hotly.

She got out of the car and opened the passenger’s door. Jaxon grunted as she yanked him out and hoisted him over her shoulder. Jordi sauntered to her.

Jordi: “Oh, you got him.”

He smiled a bit. Jaxon thrashed around. Desiree secured him.

Desiree: “Sure did. Get on the yacht.”

She commanded. He nodded and followed her as she carried Jaxon to the yacht.

Jaxon screamed through his gag.

Desiree: “This is a private pier, boy. No one is gonna hear ya out here.”

She laughed as she carried him to the yacht, and they boarded it.

There were dining arrangements, an inviting bar, and oversized “cocoons” for intimate, wind-protected lounging on the sundeck. In the sundeck’s center, there was a glass jacuzzi surrounded by plush sun pads.

Desiree carried Jaxon inside, strolling past the yacht crew members who wore white polo shirts, black pants, and shoes. She carried him to the yacht’s top and into the master suite. Windows surrounded the suite, offering a beautiful view of the ocean and the city. There was a lounge with an ivory leather sofa and two leather chairs, a big screen TV, a full bar, and a queen-size platform bed. At the end of the room was a stage with a pole. There was a private deck outside the suite. Desiree threw Jaxon on the white leather sofa.

Desiree: “I don’t know why she goes through all this trouble for ya.”

She spat.

Desiree: “You make me fuckin’ sick!”

She added, before she pivoted on her heel and stormed out.

Jaxon: “HRCCH MRR!”

He fired back through his gag.

Jaxon sat on the sofa, seething and trying to undo his bonds. Not this shit again, he thought. He then looked out at the ocean. How will Celeste and the others get me? He wondered.

~

A white, middle-aged, short, stout man in a captain’s uniform stood on the command deck. He had curly silver hair under his cap and a large bulbous nose. He was Captain Skully McKeegan. Minerva entered the deck wearing a black robe with her hair up. Alfie stood behind her, sweating bullets. Skully took his hat off.

Skully: “Minerva, you can ride my deck or steer me anytime.”

Minerva glared at him with disdain.

Minerva: “I didn’t ask you that, Skully. I was going to ask if the ship is ready for take-off.”

She asked coolly. Skully swallowed the lump in his throat.

Skully: “Yes, ma’am! So, ah, Minerva! Since Armando is dead, would you like to have dinner with me in the captain’s deck?”

He asked nervously with a grin.

Minerva: “No.”

She said tersely and left the command deck with Alfie following after her.

~

Jaxon sat in the lounge and jolted when he felt the ship start to set sail. His anxiety started to soar, wondering how he would get out of this.

The door swung open, and in stepped Minerva. Jaxon narrowed his eyes at her. When she approached him, he slammed his back against the sofa, trying to get away from her. She chuckled and ripped off the duct tape from his mouth. Jaxon winced in pain. He snarled at her.

Jaxon: “The fuck do you want?! Where are you taking me?!”

He barked. Minerva grabbed his arm and yanked him up.

Minerva: “Relax, Jiro… You’re not going to be hurt.”

She purred and dragged her nails on his neck. Jaxon laughed a bit and jerked his head away.

Jaxon: “Dohohohon’t!”

He whined.

She brushed his hair past his shoulders and massaged them. Jaxon inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, wincing. She brushed his sword earring aside and whispered in his ear.

Minerva: “I’ve been thinking of you since our last encounter…”

She whispered. Jaxon shuddered. He knit his eyebrows when he saw the ship sailing further and further away from Pink Top City.

Minerva loosened her hair and slid out of her robe, revealing her sheer bra and panties. Her thigh high stockings were held up by a garter belt, and she had black stiletto heels on her feet. Jaxon’s heart hammered in his chest when he heard her slipping off her robe and drew a breath of panic.

Minerva chuckled with that lustful look in her ice blue eyes. She sauntered over to him and massaged his shoulders.

Minerva: “Relax… No one is going to interrupt us.”

She purred. Yeah, lady, that’s what I feared, Jaxon thought.

She embraced him from behind. Jaxon froze turgid as he was encumbered by this mad woman. Minerva leaned into his head, caressing his neck. Jaxon inhaled sharply.

Jaxon: “Stop…”

He moaned. She smirked and buried her head in his hair, inhaling it. Jaxon shuddered with disgust. She placed her hand on his thigh and slid it up, getting closer to his groin. Jaxon groaned and yanked himself away.

Jaxon: “I SAID STOP!”

He roared.

Minerva smirked at him and marched up to him. Jaxon backed away.

Jaxon: “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

He snapped and fell back onto the sofa. She stood over him, looking down at him.

Minerva: “You drive a hard bargain, Jiro…”

She purred.

Jaxon: “There is no bargain to drive, lady! I don’t want to work alongside you or under you or whatever!”

He spat and panted.

She flicked her gaze to his boots. Jaxon caught that and shook his head.

Jaxon: “NO!”

He snapped. She knelt, unzipped his boots, and pulled them off.

Jaxon: “No, leave my feet alone!”

He whined as he fanned his toes in his sheer socks. She loved the scent of sweet peppermint from his feet. She pulled off his socks and tossed them away.

Jaxon: “Dohohohohohonon’t!”

He laughed and whined.

Minerva: “Are you so ticklish that you laugh before I begin?”

Jaxon’s right eye twitched. He wished she had never caught on.

She chuckled darkly as she tied his big toes together with a ribbon. Jaxon watched her with fear in his eyes. His heart thundered in his chest. Minerva gazed at him with bedroom eyes and held up two electric toothbrushes. She turned them on and the whirring sound sent a wave of panic through Jaxon.

Jaxon: “O-Oh, fuck no! Not again!”

He stammered. She scrubbed his feet with the electric toothbrushes, and Jaxon roared with laughter.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FOHOHOHOHOHOHOR FUHUHUHUHUCK’S SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

He laughed hard and whipped his hair back and forth as he thrashed back and forth. She smirked and amplified the tickling. Jaxon shrieked with laughter and threw his head back.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!”

He laughed through furious breaths and wheezed in between laughing. Minerva scrubbed in between Jaxon’s toes. Jaxon laughed loudly as tears streamed down his cheeks. His face was as red as his hair streak.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”

He cried between exhausted breaths of laughter.

She scrubbed all over his arches and the balls of his feet. Jaxon cried with laughter as tears streamed down his cheeks and drool came out of his mouth.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOD! AAHAHAHAAAA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!”

He wailed and whipped his hair from side to side as he laughed hard.

Minerva stopped tickling him and stood over him as he flopped back, panting.

Minerva: “Have you decided to join forces with me?”

She smirked. Jaxon’s eyes fluttered as tears dripped down his cheeks.

Jaxon: “For what?! To tickle me?!”

He rasped through exhausted breaths. Minerva chuckled.

Minerva: “That’s certainly on top of my list, Jiro.”

Jaxon panted hard and glared at her.

Jaxon: “Fuck you, lady! I’m never leaving my green queen’s side!”

He said doggedly.

Minerva bit her bottom lip.

Minerva: “I will give you a few minutes, Jiro. I will return.”

She draped her robe over her shoulders, leaving it open, and went out onto the private deck.

~

Celeste slammed her hands down on Tristan’s coffee table, breaking it in half. They were in Tristan’s living room after hearing the tape play.

Celeste: “Why the fuck WERE you late, Deimos?! Why didn’t you call him?! Now, he’s kidnapped and fuck knows where we’re going to find him!”

She snapped. Deimos knit his eyebrows and looked away. Tristan sighed.

Tristan: “Celeste, we’re just as concerned as you are. This isn’t Deimos’ fault or yours or anyone’s!”

He said coolly, waving his hands around.

Celeste: “Well, WHO was that bitch who kidnapped him? Is it Noriko again?!”

She hissed. Tristan cupped his mouth.

Tristan: “I don’t believe so. Just a hunch I have.”

Trevor teleported into the living room.

Trevor: “Trevor Hinkley reporting for duty!”

He saluted. Tristan groaned. Deimos glared at Trevor and held Tristan close.

Celeste: “What do you got, Trevor?”

Trevor held out Jaxon’s broken cell phone.

Trevor: “Found it on the sidewalk near the park.”

Celeste knit her eyebrows and took Jaxon’s cell phone.

Celeste: “How will this help us?”

Tristan paced around.

Tristan: “I don’t know. I don’t know where he is or who took him.”

He locked his gaze on Trevor.

Tristan: “Did you see anyone from Megalos tower take him inside?”

Trevor: “No, Percy never told me about that!”

He scratched his ass. Tristan nodded.

Trevor: “I love when he walks around. I love to look at his ass!”

He laughed. Tristan stopped and flicked a glare of irritation at Trevor. Deimos marched up to Trevor, and Tristan stopped him.

Tristan: “Deimos, we might need him.”

He said calmly.

Deimos: “Well, I need to break his fucking head!”

He hissed through clenched teeth.

The cell phone lay on the side table. Francis locked his gaze on it and placed his paw on it. His eyes grew large and black. He arched his back, his tail puffed up, and he zoomed out of the living room and upstairs.

~

Minerva sat on her private deck. Alfie gasped when he saw her, and sweat popped out all over his skin. Jordi came up and saw her. He averted his eyes.

Minerva: “Jordi, just the man I wanted to see.”

She smirked. Jordi forced a smile.

Minerva: “If Jiro’s friends come to rescue him, I want you to use electroshock torture on them and have Jiro witness it.”

Jordi turned to her.

Joridi: “Excuse me?”

Minerva: “Tickling him is so much fun, but I want Jiro to be fully subservient to me. Also, it’s fun for me.”

She smirked at him and saw him avert his eyes.

Minerva: “Look at me, Jordi.”

She said slowly. Jordi slowly turned his head to lock his gaze on her.

Minerva: “Do you understand?”

Jordi glared at her and reluctantly nodded.

Minerva: “Have a drink with me…”

She purred. Jordi drew a rough breath and sat with her. Minerva snapped her fingers, and Alfie’s sweaty hands grabbed the cold bottle of champagne to pour it into two flutes. Minerva raised a glass, and Jordi followed suit. She touched his glass and sipped her champagne. She gazed at Jordi.

Jordi: “Wasn’t this yacht Armando’s?”

He asked her.

Minerva: “It was.”

She said tersely.

Jordi: “He called it, ‘The Sapphire Princess’ after you.”

He slowly glared at her.

Minerva: “He did that.”

Jordi: “And you don’t care that he died or was turned into a richonoid?”

He laughed bitterly. Minerva raised an eyebrow.

Minerva: “Why should I, Jordi? I found something better. Armando is in a better place, and Ichiro disposed of him.”

She said noncommittally. Jordi shifted his eyes. I wish I could find someone who loved me that much, he thought.

Jordi: “So why pursue Jiro and not Ichiro?”

He asked her. She scrutinized him.

Minerva: “Jiro fascinates me in many ways that Ichiro never could.”

She finally said. She rose and went back into the suite. Jordi sat at the bar and glared at her.