In Too Deep (Nico x KaGoroth)

Zavier relaxed a little feeling Micah's hand and then the beer, opening the can and looking back. "Thank Micah" Taking a big swig as he continued speaking to Kent. "Ok, you'll need to tell her that she either comes with you voluntarily or I will come looking for her and the trail of dead will be on her." His words were spoken more like Kent was used to and a shiver must of gone down his spine. Zaver was happy Kent agreed to do as he told him, knowing he would of gone himself if he had to but it would mean either risking taking Micah or leaving him alone and both options were not something he wanted to think about.

As Micah came back with the food Zavier thought to himself how good it smelt and started tucking in, feeling his brother sitting close. Knowing Micah was fully dependant on his protection he would always make sure Micah could be close to him. Zavier almost smiled as Micah spoke about the food and could see Kent almost regret asking about it. Zavier gave Kent a nod as he cleaned up and then left to find Alicia. After a while Zavier pulled Micah onto his lap and sat back on the sofa with his legs stretched out and his arm protectively around his brother. There was a silence for a while and feeling more relaxed Zavier started to feel something to Miach that he hadn't felt for a while.

Zavier gently turned Micah's head to face him and pressed his lips against his brothers firmly but not hard, softly holding the ack of his head with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. His embrace felt good and there was something about being with Micah this way that actually made him feel good. There had been no sexual contact between them since he had raped his brother and he could feel himself starting to feel something. Stirrings that made him feel a little confused but at the same time felt good to him. Zavier leaned out of there kiss and looked into his brothers eyes and cupped his face softly as his pants began to bulge a little.

It was usually the thought of killing, torture and raping his victims that got him excited but this was different. It was Micah that made him react this way and it was a strange feeling for him. "I know your scared but I promise no more harm will come to you brother." Taking a deep breath as his hand travels down Micah's back and rests just over the top of his ass.

Kent had driven off in his truck after grabbing some provisions, a lot of extra ammo, and a map. They were left alone, and Micah didn't feel the need to fill the comfortable silence with anything at all. It was nice just to sit close to the one person he cared about in the world. He could do this forever.

Micah was almost dozing when he felt fingers on his chin, and smelled his brother before feeling warm, soft lips on his own. His own mouth parted in response, hands coming up to run fingers through the strands of his brother's beautiful long hair. He didn't need to question this, just like he wasn't going to think about Zimmerman, because this felt easier than breathing… In fact, it would be better if he didn't need to breathe.

Zavier didn't seem to know how good he was with his mouth. He soon had Micah panting hard, and dizzy, a warm feeling tickling his stomach and his skin sensitized to everywhere his brother's skin touched his. Micah's body softened a little under the demanding hands of his brother, his sensitivity wrapping him up in the confusion of what pleasurable things Zavier's mouth was doing to his. He lifted his hips reflexively as Zavier's hands traveled over his back, pressing up into his brother's body for more.

This was good… this was really good. Really really really…

"Mmmm-matt? Matt… whatareyadoing?" Micah garbled out, glassy eyed and panting. The had on his lower back made his back shiver. He glanced down at Zavier's pants as his thigh brushed against something, and then breathed out a soft, "oh."

There was a pause, where Zavier could no doubt see Micah's mind working, and then his brother looked up at him. Zavier had moved, but only enough to allow the hand to rest over the top of his ass, the dark eyes that had locked on his were questioning, almost begging him for something. Micah sucked in a small breath when an unexpected jolt sizzled through him; the soft skin under Zavier's hand broke out in goosebumps.

“You can touch me, Matt, if- if that’s what you want…”

Micah fought to kept his breathing even as he watched his brother's unreadable face. Would he say no, he didn't want to touch him that way? Would he push him away? He didn't know what he'd do if he did. Instead, Micah took a risk and reached out to put his hand over his brother's erection first. It was hot… thick… he could feel the growing hardness through the material. Micah looked up, inched closer, and then pressed his lips against his brother's, squeezing him once gently through his jeans.

Zavier was happy that Micah was enjoying his touch and had thought his arousal would scare him of give him flash backs. His response was a surprise and Zavier let out a soft moan as he felt his brothers hand grip his cock over his jeans. "Micah....that feels good." Zavier had never felt pleasure from this kind of contact as up till now he had taken what he wanted. Before he could speak again he felt his brother squeeze him and then his lips against his again. As Micah squeezed him, Zavier felt himself become fully erect as the bulge grew to the point he thought he was going to burst out of his jeans. Zavier moved his hand down and moved it across Micah's ass, softly rubbing and letting out another moan into his brothers mouth.

Zavier leans back a little and stands up with Micah in his arms and carried him to the bedroom and gently lays him down on the bed. Lifting Micah's shirt over his head and lays down beside his brother. Zavier leans in and firmly presses his lips against Micah's, his tongue moves into his brothers mouth, deep and slowly. Placing his hand on Micah's chest he slowly moves down his body and undoes his pants and slides his hand against his brothers crotch over his boxers, rubbing gently. Zavier leans back a little, his voice quiet. "Micah.....you don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Wanting his brother to choose to be with him and not feel forced.

The deep kiss was amazing; he sank back into the mattress, shyly exploring his brother's tongue with his as Zavier took over, baring his chest and undoing his pants… then just the cotton of his boxers separated Zavier's heat from the hard throbbing between his legs.

Breathless as Zavier pulled back, Micah nodded, but didn't reply at first, instead putting his hand over his brother's and slowly pressing up into Zavier's large palm. The action blew the breath out of Micah, and his uncertain eyes rose to take in his brother's stern face, Micah's pupils large and dilated, dark with unspoken need. Zavier was still terrifying, but that was who his brother was. Micah's lips parted halfway in a silent plea. That hand had tortured him… and other people. Killed. Now it was barely resting on the most sensitive part of him, and Zavier was looking down at him with as gentle an expression as the hitman managed. Another slow nudge into that hand and a wet spot formed on his boxers.

Micah felt a powerful need… in more than just one way. A need to be connected to Matthew; a need to be bound to him, and to… to submit. It was a risk, but it was trust that won out. He didn't fear him in the same way he did before. The small flinches were still there, but it didn't matter if it hurt. Matthew cared. Micah wanted him. He needed him.

"Thank… thank you," he finally found his voice, lifting his hand to touch the broad chest above him. To have the one person he loved most care for him back… he was happy beyond words. Running his hand down Zavier's stomach, his fingers fumbled to open his brother's pants.

Zavier knew Micah was enjoying his touch as he felt the wet spot form in his boxers and as Micah removed his pants his cock was already hard. His huge length now exposed as he moved his hand into his brothers boxers and started stroking his cock, wrapping his fingers firmly around Micah's erection and moving his hand up and down slowly at first and then getting faster. "Stop me if It starts to hurt, I don't want to cause you any pain." His voice soft as he speaks, enjoying the feeling of his brother.

After a while Zavier removed the rest of Micah's clothes and leaned in and pressed his lips against Micah's again, sliding his tongue deep into his brothers mouth, letting out a soft moan as he does. After a while he gently moves Micah onto his front and positions himself over Micah and starts to rub his small ass with his big hands. After spreading his legs a little Zavier presses the tip of his cock against his ass and slides the tip inside him. His moans are soft but loud as he pushes a little harder and slides a few more inches then starts moving his hips back and forth, his cock moving from tip and a little further inside him each time he moves forward.

"No… No!!! don't stop Matt! Don't- please!" Micah whined, his hips thrusting a few more times into the air where his brother's hand hand been stroking him. Eyes closed, Micah's face was blood red, his cock leaking and shiny from Zavier's skilled hand, his own trembling hand could not have been half as pleasurable as how well Zavier had worked him up. He was breathing hard, and so tight… he needed release!

Instead his mouth was claimed, and it shut up Micah's protests and pleas for more, his body arching up to fill in the space between his brother's skin and his own heated flesh. Micah's hips humped up against his brother's stomach, a silent plea for friction as his brother played with him. Slender thighs parted, Micah laying on his back as Zavier's tongue explored the deepest reaches of his mouth and taunted his own tongue. When he felt he could no longer ignore the ache in his balls, he was suddenly turned over, the warmth of his brother's touch spreading out over the globes of his ass.

Micah shivered, falling still and quiet, the touch of his brother soothing him… until the tip of Zavier's cock pressed against his hole.

"Matthew…" Micah bleated softly, his fingers clenching in the sheets of the bed as he spread his legs wider. His cock was drooling between his legs, but Zavier would be able to feel the slight trembling along his back. As he began to push into him, Micah gasped, moaning out in both arousal and fear. It was different from the first time; Zavier was gentler. Slowly his ring of muscle gave in and Micah yelped.

"So b-big, Matt- G-God!" It was rough and raw… just like Matthew, but Micah didn't care. He groaned, as his brother rocked deeper into him. He could feel the power Zavier was holding back, and Micah submitted to it, not caring about the burning sensation… the chaff, or the tinges of pain and anticipation of the next thrust that shot straight to his belly… he worked inside of him slowly… inexorably... and soon hit right against the spot that made Micah's back arch up and his body convulse.

"OH! Fu-uk!" his head sunk back onto the bed as he shuddered in ecstasy and pushed his ass up higher, gasping as he impaled himself, his small, stretched anus somehow swallowing more of his brother's hard meat up inside of him. "Mo-re! More Matt! Please! I need more of you i-inside… me!" he begged into the mattress, breath hitching as a hand felt up between his spread thighs to feel the tight seal of their connection stretched out around Zavier.. and move up to caress the length that wasn't in him, and his brother's heavy balls.

Feeling and hearing how much Micah was enjoying his touch and the feeling of his brothers cock inside him, Zavier pushed forward and entered his brother fully. "Oh fuck....Micah....you feel so good." Zavier starts moving his hips back and forth, getting a little faster from tip to bae each time, feeling how tight Micah is holding him inside his ass. Zavier grabs his brothers as and starts rubbing firmly, then up his back and back to his ass. It felt different for Zaver, he had always enjoyed using rape to torture his victims but this felt better.

Zavier pulls out of Micah and lifts him to his hands and knees and holds his hips as he slides his huge cock fully into his brothers ass and continues to thrust in and out of him. Moving down a little Zavier softly wraps his hand around Micah's ard cock and gently strokes him. Zavier can feel Micah is about to burst and knows he can't hold on much longer himself. "Micah.....I can't......hold it back any longer."

Zavier continued as long as he could before letting out a loud moan as he cums hard inside Micah, shooting out three thick jets of cum. Zavier's breathing is fast and hard as he pushes fully int his brother one last time, causing cum to driip out of Micah's filled hole and then pulls out. After a few moments Zavier lays down on the bed on his back, trying to control his breathing, cum still dripping a little out of his cock.

With a gasp, he took it all inside of him, then winced and hissed out a long groan. He swore he could feel Zavier poking his stomach from the inside, it was too much… It was almost too much for him to take. Micah moaned nonetheless as his brother began to move. The burning sensation wasn't searingly painful like the first time, but now that felling was smoother, and rubbed against that spot inside him that made him cry out for more.

"Mmm…" he moaned, the tenseness bleeding out of him as Zavier's hands worked easily into his muscles and up and down his back and ass. Micah relaxed into the massage, both inside and out, submitting and letting his brother take him fully.

"Wha-at? No! No! No! Matt-!" Shuddering with pleasure, Micah cried out in protest as Zavier drew all the way out, but then his brother's hands were back on him, lifting him, and together with Micah's weight and eagerness, impaled him fully again. "Ah-gmmmh-!" Micah choked on the blinding pleasure and pain, head dropping forward with the thrusts and looking down his stomach to gape at the slight bulge there every time Zavier's strong hips connected with his ass. On his hands and knees he shook as Zavier handled his cock, Micah's finger's curling in the bedsheets, panting hard, his moans louder than the noises of sex and slapping in the room.

"Ah!… Ah ho-t... hot!…I-! Matt- I'm gonna-I-" Micah collapsed, convulsing in his orgasm, unable to hold himself up, "M-Matt!!!"

Shooting his load into the bed sheet under Zaiver, Micah's walls clamping down hard on Zavier must have set him off because soon he heard the husky voice of his brother breathe in his ear. With one last powerful thrust and a yelp from Micah, there was warmth flooding him deep inside. Micah cried out at the intense pleasure of being filled and so connected, leaking a flood of cum from his own cock. It was Matthew who had claimed him.

"Oh my God-- G-uh!" Micah moans, feeling the cum squish impossibly deeper into him, some of it forced out by Zavier's last thrust. It trickles down the inside of his thighs as they both collapse, Zavier on his back, and Micah on his side.

Chest heaving, Micah looks up at his brother, smiling with effort, and reached a hand over for Matt's. Bringing the cum-covered hand to his mouth, he licks up Zavier's palm… devotedly sucking a digit into his mouth, he cleaned his brother's fingers off in this way one by one. His other hand explores between his own legs, wondering at the slick cum there and bringing up a finger to taste, pupils blowing wide. By the look in Micah's eyes, Zavier can see which one he prefers.

Scooting close and watching his brother pant, Micah's eyes traveled over his brother's body, taking it in with new eyes. He ran his hands over Zavier's chest and shoulders, and then slowly slipped his body over him, straddling slender legs over his brother's bigger body. Micah lent in to press a kiss to the flesh at the base of his brother's neck, and slipped his body down his brother's, working his soft mouth lower. He kissed Zavier's stomach, above his navel, between his hips, and then he settled himself between his brother's legs. Almost dopily, lazily, he pressed a soft kiss to the soft skin between his brother's groin and his thigh, dark eyes flickering up to stare into Zavier's. He paused… lips hovering, and then Micah nipped down there, quickly soothing the nip with a long apologetic lick of his tongue, that then traveled slightly down Zavier's inner thigh.

Looking back up at his brother, Micah smiled and then opened his mouth again, diving between his legs. He took the head of Zavier's softening cock in his mouth gently, moaning around it as the taste of that cum burst on his tongue. Micah sucked, slipping his stretched lips further down with determination, before his gag reflex stopped him. He contemplated what to do as he suckled gently. Slender fingers massaged slowly on Zavier's thighs, as Micah decided to clean Zavier with swipes of his tongue instead, exploring his brother's body and his taste. Lapping slowly at Zavier's cock and across the curling hairs, Micah was absorbed in his work and the relaxation that was blanketing him.

Zavier could hear the mix moans of pleasure and pain and it made him feel good, knowing that Micah was enjoying this. His release has bigger than Zavier thought it would be and was surprised as he felt his brothers lips and tongue lapping his cum off his fingers. He smiled as he saw the look on Micah's face as he tasted both of there cum and was about to speak when Micah moved on top of him. Micah's lips felt good against his body and let out a soft moan as he felt him moving down his chest and stomach. "Micah.....that feels so good." His eyes closing as he enjoys his brothers touch.

Zavier was expecting Micah to stop there and was surprised when he felt his lips between his groin and thigh, enjoying the nip and the lick that followed. I was still a strange feeling for Zavier for this kind of contact not to be forced on someone and he liked it, even more than forced. He gripped the bed sheets as Micah took the head of his cock into his mouth, the sounds of his brothers moans arousing him.

"Micah.....oh that feels amazing."

He could feel that Micah was enjoying him from the way he continued to take him, surprised he was able to go so far. After hearing Micah gag he looked down concerned but realised Micah was ok and still enjoying the taste of his cum. Zavier let out a louder moan as he felt his brothers fingers massaging his thigh and started to become hard again. Feeling himself almost about to cum again Zavier placed his hands on Micah's shoulders and started rubbing gently.

Zavier let himself get lost in his brother touch and moaned out again as Micah continued. "Micah.....shit......I'm going to cum again.....you don't have to take it all." Zavier knew the amount he released when he cums and wasn't sure if his brother could take it all without gagging or choking. Zaviers head tilts back on the pillow as his grip on the bed sheets tighten, letting out another moan of enjoyment. It was long until Zaviers cock started throbbing and he could feel his orgasm about to hit hard, looking to Micah. "I'm going to cum." A few moments after his cock shoots out two large thick jets of cum as he moans even louder. "OH FUCK......MICAH." His breathing fast and hard as he tries to calm himself down. "I love you Micah"

Micah watched his brother's reaction, fascinated, feeling him grow under his ministrations and in his mouth. Zavier's low, breathy groans sent shivers of delight down his own back. When hands settled on his shoulders, squeezing gently, Micah took that as a cue to suck and lick faster, tickling with his tongue, teasing… before sucking down over the flared head, testing to see how deep he could get his brother's hard meat.

Micah was paying complete attention as his brother's thighs tensed under his hands, and he moaned out loudly. His wide eyes flicked rapidly from Zavier's face down to his cock he was worshiping, and then as his brother said he was coming, Micah quickly slipped his lips back over the head of Zavier's slick cock and used both hands to stroke his brother to completion, twisting gently. He jumped slightly as Zavier's reaction was intense- the burning stare down at him melting Micah and prompting him to flick his tongue underside with more relish.

Micah's muffled moan came from above Zavier's thighs as his eyes widened and his mouth filled. The creamy, hot liquid hit the back of his throat, Micah swallowing in surprise and reflex, feeling it coat his mouth as Zavier shot into him. Eyes dark with pleasure, Micah quivers as he hears his name, staying there and nursing the last dribbles out. He couldn't describe how incredible it felt to finally have his brother. To touch him, taste him...

Whatever the reason.
However short the time was.
Matthew was his.
For this brief moment, Matthew was his.

He held it all in his mouth, panting slightly as he pulled slowly off his brother's spent cock, some cum dripping down the side of his chin. Tongue sliding out over his lip, he played with his brother's cum in his mouth, a sly, completely satisfied smile on his face, before he swallowed with a shiver. Micah licked again at Zavier to make sure he hadn't left any cum behind, and then slowly crawled back up him.

"I love you too, Matt…" He whispered softly in Zavier's ear, pressing a kiss to the side of Zavier's neck as he slid sideways to lie curled into his side, in the crook of his arm. Putting one arm on his brother's chest, Micah nuzzled in, closing his eyes and murmuring in bliss, "I love the way you taste, and smell… God, and when you cum... and hold me, and when you're inside.. and how you feel.. I love it.. it all…" his soft, slow murmurs tapered off until his breathing was even and untroubled. A tongue every so often slipping out to lick across his bottom lip.

Looking down at his brother he was surprised and impressed that he took his whole load and smiled as he saw how much Micah enjoyed taking it. Wrapping his arm around Micah he listened as Micah spoke and felt good at the way his brother felt, rubbing his shoulder softly. Zavier enjoyed the feeling of Micah's arm on his chest and let out a soft moan of satisfaction as his brother was nuzzled up to him. They laid this way for a while, Zavier not wanting to move from this position but he knew he had to prepare what he was going to say or do when Alicia turned up. After a few hours together Zavier gently moved Micah so he could sit on the edge of the bed and sighed.

"Micah......I need you to stay in here while I talk to Kent and Alicia, I don't know what's going to be said or what's going to happen and I don't want you to get upset. I promise I will let you know what happens and If things are going well you can come out but it's just a precaution."

Zavier hated to keep Micah out of the way and out of sight but it was for his own good. Before getting up Zavier leaned down and kissed Micah firmly, his tongue sliding a little into his brothers mouth before getting up. Zavier's muscular naked frame looking even bigger as he stretches, his arms fully up in the air and then turning to Micah and smiling before walking into the bathroom to take a shower. Zavier got dried and dressed and then set about preparing the house. Zavier attached a pistol under the coffee table and under the cushion he would be sitting on. There was also a pistol set up by the front door in easy reach and another in the hall hidden in a coat hanging up.

After everything was set up Zavier sits down in the front room and let Micah rest, knowing that must off taken a lot out of him. A part of him wanted to make Alicia suffer for what she kept from him but there was a small part of him that understood why she did it. There could be no violence as Zavier knew what it could do to Micah and he didn't want to scare his brother. Time passed and the sounds of a car pulling up could be heard and Zavier walked up to the front door and stood in a way he can grab the pistol if needed. The chances of Alicia doing anything stupid was very small but he wasn't going to take the risk.

Kent got out of the car first and Zavier opened the door as Alicia was getting out and looked at her, holding back his anger. Alicia looked over to him and it was obvious she was scared, a look of fear in her eyes that Zavier knew so well in his victims. Alicia stayed by the car until Kent looked at her and spoke. "He's not going to do anything, don't worry about it." She takes a deep breath and walks towards Zavier, looking up to him and going to speak but nothing comes out. Kent walks behind her and Alicia steps into the house and Kent walks her into the front room.

Zavier sits down and stares at Alicia for a while before speaking. "I trust Kent has explained why I had you come here?" Looking to Kent and getting a nod from him. "I know you have information about Zimmerman, his movements and protection. Your going to tell me everything you know, this time you will tell me everything." Hinting to her knowledge of Micah but keeping his voice down so as not to scare her.

"Really? Fucking Bastard. What the fuck are the handcuffs for?" The redhead scoffed from the front seat as they drove through the woods.

"your own protection," came the gruff reply. Kent was bleeding from a hastily patched bullet wound in his left shoulder, and he had the angry red imprint of a bite-mark on his right forearm as he drove.

There was a "zip" and then a clink, and Alicia threw the opened handcuffs into Kent's lap. He sighed,

"Why can't you ever play nice?"

"You stupid shit. I'm going to kill you. I can't believe you-" She hissed, quick green eyes taking in the house that emerged out of the fading dusk. They came to a quick stop.

"Get out." was all Kent said, shutting off the car and slamming his door.

Alicia slammed her side of the door, and then froze like she had caught a glimpse of the shadow of death. Zavier stood in the front door.

She was poised like a deer ready to run, her lithe body full of tension, and didn't move until Kent came around from the other side of the car,

"He's not going to do anything, don't worry about it."

She turned, and with a poisonous look that would bring most men to their knees, she whispered silky-soft, "I will kill you for this."

"I know."

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After having seated her, Kent gave a nod to Zavier and left to tend the wounds that her hired bodyguards had inflicted on him.

The slender thief sat rigid and upright on the couch like she weighed nothing. Alicia's eyes constantly flicked nervously around the room, her heels bouncing and the knuckles of her hands white on her pants, until Zavier sat in front of her… then all her movement ceased and her attention was on him. It was obvious she wasn't feeling all too comfortable about her current situation. She probably looked like she was going to be ill.

When Zavier finally spoke, she tried to hide her flinching reaction, but he surprised her at keeping his deadly tone low. Fiddling in her seat as she could feel dark eyes pierce into her, Alicia tried to find her voice,

"I'm… Sorry, Z… Zavier." She glanced up at him from beneath her bangs, but quickly returned her eyes to her lap. The apology sounded strange from Alicia's lips. She usually never needed to use such words.

"I knew it was your brother you were… assigned. I had uh.. angered Liam when he found out I knew too much, and he didn't trust me with his information after that. He was going to bag me. I…" she gripped her hands together, "I used your brother as leverage to keep myself out of the fire. I found out about Liam's plan when I tapped him… I honestly didn't think either of you would survive. Micah is his name right? Tell him I'm sorry." Alicia's voice got softer as she said those words, fully expecting to die when they were done speaking. Zavier wasn't known for his mercy. Alicia also didn't want to end up on his cutting board. She would give him the information willingly.

"Zimmerman's looking for you," she sighed tiredly, hiking up her pant leg to show him a bandaged calf. "He sent his men after me, thinking I would know where you were. They didn't survive of course… I'm not stupid. But Kent killed off my bodyguards this evening, so I suppose my planning is irrelevant. He's working on securing Liam's home as his own residence, and then he'll send out a search party. And more will follow."

Sighing again, Alicia reached into the pocket of her hoodie, jumping in her seat when Zavier tensed. Slowly, she brought out a cell phone, her hands trembling slightly. Tapping onto the screen, she passed it quickly to Zavier. "These are the kill lists: you, Kent, and I are the last of our employer's loose ends, and those names parallel to ours are those who now work for him. He's been hiring and trucking in help like crazy. I think he plans to take on the rival cities' holdings as well. He's also got connections all over this city," She swiped her finger over the screen and a map with red pinpoints was revealed. "We… have nowhere to go. He owns half the city's loyalties, and he owns the other half. With Liam's holdings, he's even more powerful."

She paused, seeming to think her words over carefully, "You won't be able to escape him. He's going to raze through everyone until he find us… you."

One last tap to the screen pulled up a long list of credit cards, expenses and notes with dates and times. "Most of what I've gathered is that he gets other people to do the work for him. He doesn't get his own hands dirty. Except…" here she looked up, "in matters of personal business or pride. He doesn't turn down a challenge. Right now he's holed up in Liam's residence and he's turned it into a fortress. Don't think you're getting in there… unless you somehow survive being captured, but they're not going to want you alive."

Zavier was shocked by the state of Kent but not surprised, he knew Alicia wouldn't come here without a fight but hadn't expected her to hire bodyguards considering her lack of trust towards people. He sat down and listened to Alicia and grinned as she sat there scared, keeping his cold stare on her to make sure she tells him the truth. He wasn't going to kill her but for the time being it was best to make her think that way until he gets what he wants. Zavier looked at the phone and took in what she said and showed him, shaking his head and shocked at how quickly he had gained so much control. Alicia mentioning his brother didn't go to well as he started getting angry.

"Sorry.....sorry for not stopping me from taking out my own brother knowing full well what I would do to him. That's not good enough Alicia, your going to have to work hard to atone for that betrayal."

Zavier sat silent for a while with his eyes locked on hers before looking back to the phone and flicking through the account information.

"Looking for me? I guess it was only a matter of time till someone tried to finish Liam's work off. Zimmerman isn't going to be an easy kill and I can't be sure if he does want me alive or I would just get myself captured, although he knows me well enough to know it would be an attempt to get close. As for a challenge, he would never face me in a fight as he knows I would pull that fuckers spine out of his body."

Zaviers words were spoken with the emotionless tone she expected and his hands balled into fists as the thought of getting to Zimmerman proved to be a difficult and almost impossible task. Kent came back out and looked at Alicia and wasn't surprised to see the look of fear in her face. He sat down and looked at her.

"Told you he wasn't going to kill you, all that shit for nothing." He looked at Zavier who was now staring at him and he wiped the smile off his face. "Ok Z, sorry.....just trying to lighten the mood, we need to work together to take this fucker down." Zavier shook his head and looked back to the phone and continued to think. Letting out a sigh of irritation Zavier looked up to Kent. "Can you ask Micah to cook something to eat for us? We are going to need something to keep us going, we have a lot to go over. I don't want him alone in there any more and I'm sure Alicia isn't going to make him feel uncomfortable." Giving her a cold stare she just shakes her head and looks down.

Kent nodded, standing up and taking one last glance down at Alicia. Her face was stony, but her eyes betrayed her fear. He could almost see her twitching to get out of proximity with Zavier. His presence alone had her usually snarky mouth shut tight and respectful.

Leaving for Micah's room, he knocked before entering.


"Micah? Mate, you hungry? The rest of us are starving, and we could use someone with some skill in the kitchen…" He approached the bed where Micah was curled up under the covers. The boy's face was relaxed into a slight smile in sleep. Kent felt guilty for waking him.

"Mate," Kent said again, touching gently on Micah's shoulder to try to rouse him, and then brushed some of the soft brown hair out of the bleary blue eyes that were beginning to open. Kent smiled, and Micah sleepily returned the smile, reaching up to throw and arm around Kent's neck.

"Matt--" Micah mumbled, half-away, trying to pull who he thought was his brother down for a kiss.

Kent's eyes widened, and he panicked slightly about what to do. Zavier would kill him if he touched Micah, but he'd kill him if he freaked Micah out. Fuck...

As gentle as he could, Kent peeled off Micah's arms from his neck and shoulders, the boy's strength not a match for his. "Micah… I'm not Z- Matt. I'm here to wake y-"

With a yelp, Micah had pulled back, his eyes wide with terror, but his mind still foggy with sleep. He threw a pillow in Kent's direction and scrambled off the bed, running for the door,

"Matt-!" He yelled, running into the light of the living room, then skidded to a halt when he saw his brother sitting calmly there, and another on the couch that also turned their head to respond to his call.



Micah's face lit up with embarrassment, crouching in, his hands immediately trying to cover himself. In his state, he was buck naked in front of everyone… and that pretty stranger. Unsure which way to run for retreat next, Micah finally decided on the bathroom, locking himself inside. A few minutes later the shower could be heard.

Kent had emerged after Micah ran out of the bedroom, holding the pillow that had been whipped at him, a bemused look on his face. He opened his mouth, looked at Zavier, and then shut it. Going back into the room he retrieved some clothes for Micah and placed them in front of the bathroom door, and then returned to the couch with a wary sigh, "Don't kill me Z… he doesn't like anyone but you."

Alicia's clever eyes took this all in, speculating at what it could mean, but shrugged. She showed Zavier the soundbites she had on Zimmerman,

"So far, my old taps are still in place in Liam's mansion. Zimmerman has only spoken on those lines twice, and only to one person. Someone he calls "Ace." A right-hand maybe?" She played the soundbite, but the quality was poor. It sounded like Zimmerman reciting the details of a hit he wanted executed and the affirmative replies of someone.

Then Micah walked out, dressed and showered, and still embarrassed, refusing to look at Kent as he maneuvered towards his brother just to get close and reach out a hand and touch him. That strange quirk for the need of physical contact with Zavier remained. He looked over to Kent when Kent apologized and explained. Alicia looked even more guilty from her place on the couch, staring at her hands. She could obviously see the toll the emotional scars of the trauma had left on the boy.

"I can make food," Micah said quickly, still blushing and refusing to look at anyone. He gratefully left for the kitchen, and soon the smell of meat sizzling on the pan wafted into the living room.

Alicia looked up at Kent and Zavier, the guilt never leaving her face as she then flipped through her phone's pictures to show a man in a trench coat, seemingly shaking hands with another. "This was taken two days ago, when it was still safe for me to be in the city. I believe that is Zimmerman meeting with either a family member, or… more likely a friend. Possibly another underground crime connection." She mused. She knew nothing about the box or the file, and therefore didn't have a clue about the possibility of who Zimmerman's family was.

Zavier's head turned sudden;y as he heard Micah and was about to get up when Micah ran out naked, he knew Kent wasn't stupid enough to try anything and remembered Micah was naked when he left him in bed. Seeing the look of embarrassment on his face he was about to speak when Micah ran off into the bathroom. As Kent sat down and spoke Zavier grinned. "It's ok, he's still jumpy. I should of gone in myself, don't worry about it." The look of relief on Kent's face obvious. Zavier looks to Alicia and can see the look of guilt on her face and was going to speak but remained silent.

"The taps would be more helpful if we could figure out who this other guy is but it's a good start. I would imagine if he is hiring people specially then it will be for me."

He pauses as Micah comes back in and moves so Micah can sit down. After a moment as Micah spoke, Zavier looked to him and gave a small smile. He hide it from Alicia, not wanting her to see any form of care or emotion. "Thank you Micah" Watching him leave for the kitchen and turning back to speak to Alicia. Zavier recognised the man he was shaking hands with and his eyes went almost black as he balled his fists tight. Kent looked worried and a look of fear came back over Alicia.

"I know that man, you two knew his sons. The twins" Shaking his head and taking a deep breath. "He has a third son that Liam didn't know about who is more dangerous than both the twins combined. Last I heard he was still in jail but seeing the control Zimmerman has I wouldn't be surprised if he got him out to hunt us down. I don't know his real name but I heard Liam call him 'The surgeon' due to his medical background and what he did to his victims."

Zavier takes a deep breath and looks to Kent and Alicia. "Trust me, if it looks like he's about to get hold of you, put a bullet in your own head." Zavier decided that since Alicia was going to help them she had to know about Zimmerman. "Alicia, you need to know something about Zimmerman." He takes a deep breath. "He's my father" Pulling out the file and sliding it to her across the table. "I only found out recently, it doesn't change anything though, he still needs to die."

Kent ran a hand through his hair, breathing out an stifled sigh. They were up against more than they had first calculated. Zimmerman held a lot of strings and powerful players. He worried about the implications as Alicia was more interested in what Zavier had said last. He wasn't running from this situation, getting out of dodge. At first it was because he had a grudge and unfinished business with Zimmerman… now, she wondered if it was something more.

"Your father?" She said, surprised. Taking the file, Alicia quickly thumbed through it, her high brows lowered in concentration.

"Apparently, he knew of the hit on Micah as well, but we're not too sure," Kent chimed in, "I hate not knowing for sure, but I don't see how we could."

"That's because you're a Dumba-" Alicia quickly coughed and glanced up at Zavier, "I suppose you need my help finding out how to get ahold of your… past, Zavier? Why so curious suddenly?"

Kent cleared his throat as if to warn Alicia to back off, but the woman crossed her legs, her clever eyes sparkling with curiosity as she examined the notorious killer in front of her.

"How much do you want the answers?"

Zavier kept his usual rough cold tone as he spoke, not letting any sign of emotion slip as he talked. He knew Alicia needed to know and as much as this was for Micah as well he was determined to find out why Zimmerman would allow one son to go after the other. After a short pause Zavier took a deep breath and looked to Alicia and spoke.

"I have no memory of my life before working for Liam, if he really is my father then he know what happened to me and knows that Liam sent me after my brother. I want to know what happened and why before I rip his throat out."

That last comment was more like Kent and Alicia was used to and Kent could see the look of anger in Zavier's eyes as he spoke. Zavier looked to Kent and after thinking for a moment had an idea.

"Kent, there is an old safe house Liam kept while he was fucking that maid on the side. I don't think anyone knows about it. Liam had alsort stashed there in case anything happened. There are guns and explosives there as he rigged the house to blow in case someone came looking for evidence he was cheating or keeping things on the side." Kent started thinking and Zavier turned to Alicia.

"I need someone to stay here and keep my brother safe and since I guess you wouldn't like the idea of being alone with me It will need to be you. Me and Kent will grab what he has left there and you can stay here. I trust I don't have to tell you what will happen if anything happens to him of you leave him here alone. You saw what Kent did to get to you, it will be nothing compared to what I will do. The basement here is plenty big enough for a kill room."

Alicia's eyes grew stony as she was threatened, and she nodded slowly. Taking her phone back she began to ignore both men and type into it.

Kent nodded and got up, going into the kitchen to apologize to Micah and ask for their food to go. Micah happily obliged, packing up some spaghetti and meatballs, and some garlic bread for Zaiver and Kent. He asked where they were going off to, but Kent just shook his head and said not to worry about it, they'd be back soon.

Micah gave Zavier a hug as he packed up, and then watched them leave, taking Zavier's car. It was another risk, going out again when there were so many of Zimmerman's contacts around.



Micah picked up the last two plates and brought them into the living room where Alicia was sitting cross-legged, bouncing her heel.


"Hello, pretty. No, no closer," She sneered and held up a delicate hand that stopped Micah in his tracks as he held a plate out to her, "Your brother said not to touch you. Shame really, when you're so adorable."

Flushing at her sarcasm, Micah set her food down in front of her on the coffee table, sitting awkwardly in the armchair across from the woman on the couch.


"So you survived. No thanks to me. But I can see why he wanted to keep you. Is that why you weren't in your nighties?" Her dark green eyes lifted and raked over him, reminding him that she's seen him stark naked. Micah coughed on the bite he'd taken.

"Wow. What an apology," he muttered into his food.

"A assassin for a brother, and a Mafioso for a father. That's really fucked up." She chuckled.

Micah finally had enough of it.

"Why are you such a bitch? And how do you know about my father?"


Striking green eyes flicked up to him, her coarse laughter stopping, "He said I couldn't let you get hurt. He didn't say I couldn't talk," Alicia flipped red strands of hair over her shoulder, twirling the fork around in her fingers, "and I frankly playing prisoner isn't my forte."

"Prisoner? For what?" Micah looked concerned, wondering where Zavier had gone and what he was up to this time.

"Information." Alicia smiled. The word to her synonymous to leverage. A cold, calculating smile. "And you're going to help me get it."


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"What do you mean?" Micah asked, looking down nervously at the phone in her hands.

"I mean exactly what I said. I've got contact with Zimmerman, that's why your brother has me here. As an intermediary," She lied as smoothly as the cream in Micah's sauce.

Alicia leaned in, "but you know Zavier, your brother is missing something, isn't he? Unlike him, you want some real answers, don't you? I can help with that."

She tapped in a number, showing it to Micah.

"You can talk to your father Micah, if you want to. It's your choice. Don't worry, my phone is, of course, untraceable."

Micah thought about it, looking into the woman's unreadable eyes and trying to find out if it was something that was ok. Alicia nudged the phone closer to him, smiling when she saw curiosity win out. Micah picked up the phone.


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"Zimmerman line 1, connected. Speak now," came an automated voice.

"Zimmerman?" Micah said into the phone too softly, holding his breath and building up the courage, "You are… Are you my father?"

There was a long pause. And then a "beep" on the other end.

"Micah?" A low, steady voice questioned.

"Y-yeah." Micah's breath puffed out, his throat constricting, "Are you Robert? Are you reall-"

"Is Zavier there?" The same curt voice cut him off.

"Why?"

"I need to speak with him." Cold, efficient, controlled.

Micah ground his teeth, "Why?"

"We have… Unfinished Business," the low voice finally said.

"Unfinished business? What about?" Micah said quickly,

"Yes. Hand the phone over, I want to speak to him. Tell him we must meet." The voice clipped.



The phone was suddenly snatched from his ear, and Micah looked up angrily at the smiling face of Alicica as she hung up.

"Hey! Why did you do that! I thought you wanted answers!"

She nodded, grabbing a bag, a pen and paper, and packing up, gesturing for Micah to follow, "And now I have them. Hurry up and put some shoes on."


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And hour later, Kent's truck pulled back into the driveway, Alicia whistling as she swung the car keys she had pickpockted from Kent on her finger and slipped back inside. Throwing her feet up on the back of the couch and flipping on the T.V, she hung upside down as she crossed her ankles and waited for Kent and Zavier to get back.

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The wet asphalt was digging into his knees as he struggled and yelled through a hastily-constructed gag. The hand cuffs chaining his wrists behind him to a light post chaffed. There was some sort of bag over his head. Micah struggled harder as he heard boots approaching.

"What the fuck is this?" One voice growled out, kicking him in the thigh and earning a muffled cry from the boy. He felt something small and circular poke the top of his head.

"Wait, don't shoot… There's a note or something tied to his neck." Another voice said, and Micah felt something like string snap off.

There was silence for a moment and then someone was wrestling with the cuffs on his hands, uncuffing him and hauling him up.

"Let's get him to Zimmerman."

It was almost an hour's drive but Zavier and Kent got to the safe house Liam had. They both looked around and very caredully entered the house, coverend in dust and it was obvious no one had been here in a long time. Zavier was nervous and on edge but only because he had left Micah alone with Alicia. He was alreaady going through what he would do to her in his mind if she tried anything but hoped she wouldn't be that stupid. Zavier pointed to the kitchen and led Kent through.

"Ok, under the rug is a door to the cellar and the explosive are there. Grab as much as you can, I'm going to rig the apartment to go when we leave so it just looks like a faulty wire set it off."

Kent went into the cellar and started bagging up the explosives and charges and some guns he found and then called up to Zavier. "Come grab the bags so I can get the fuck out of this cellar." Zavier had finished rigging the place and come over and grabbed the two bags Kent pushed up. After double checking the area Zavier looked around to see if there were any files or tapes Liam may have left here. Zavier found a safe in the bedroom and luckily it was moveable, so Zavier placed it with the bags and told Kent to load up the car.

Kent was looking worried and was paranoid about someone turning up but kept his cool knowing if he risked Zavier not getting back to Micah he was a dead man. After the car was loaded up Zavier rigged a timer and left the building, getting into the car and driving off with Kent. After a few miles the apartment blew up in a massive explosion, causing a huge fireball. There must of been some explosives they didn't find as they heard the explosion from a couple miles away. Kent looked to Zavier, "Fuck Z, how much did you rig up?" Zavier just smiled, "Must of missed some." Continuing to drive back.

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As Zavier got out of the car he could sense something wrong and called out for Micah, worrying when he didn't come as he knew he would of come running. Turning to Kent he had a look in his eyes, a mix of worry and rage and Kent nodded. He knew what to do and he started to look around the cabin for signs of a struggle or anyone lurking around.

Zavier walked into the house and called out again and then saw Alicia and he knew instantly she had done something. "Your a dead woman Alicia" His look lost it's worry and turned to pure rage as he rushed her and took hold of her by the throat and launched her across the room, smacking against the wall before hitting the ground. Walking over her picked her up by the throat and lifted her up against the wall.

"Your going to tell me what you have done with Micah or I am going to show you the true meaning of violation. I will send you to Zimmerman in pieces." His eyes were almost black and his other hand was balled tight into a fist, slamming it against the wall near her head. "WERE IS MICAH?" His voice booming and almost a roar, causing Kent to run in and pause suddenly as he saw Alicia in Zaviers grip cut from the first attack.

Kent looked at her and walked forward, pulling out the gun he hand and cocking it then pointing it to her. "What the fuck have you done you stupid bitch, you know what's going to happen to you if anything happens to Micah?"

"What is this? Some sort of joke?" A deep, hoarse voice demanded.

The bag was ripped from his head, and Micah blinked in the light. His vision seemed fuzzy, the beautiful, opulent carpet he was kneeling on came into focus first. The gloved hand the had been resting on his shoulder as warning lifted. Fingers from behind him made short work of the shabby gag on his mouth, untying it and taking it away. Micah gratefully wet his tongue. Boots then retreated, the sound of a door closing behind them.

"Well? Are you in a condition to speak?" A paper was waved in front of him. Micah's eyes swam, and he reached out to take it.

"W-what?" He stumbled, his head feeling thick.



Zimmerman

You have something I want. I have something you want.

I trust you understand the significance of my token of good-will. I expect no harm will come to him in your care. It would be a shame for his brother's throat to have to be slit before meeting Daddy. The younger is cute, and something I want back, in trade of course, with something more from you.

In return for my ends being met in full,

I will hand you your most precious son.

Dead or alive.

Spade



Micah choked, holding his pounding head, "Wh-what? What happened to Matthew?! He- he-" the paper in the boy's hands shook as tears began to fall.

The guff voice above him grunted, and large fingers tilted his chin up.

Micah's glassy eyes met dark ones of steel. There was a face beyond them, one with silver-graying hair and sharp, grizzled features, but Micah was captivated.

"Who was your captor?" The same deep emotionless voice bore down on him.

"I- I don't know. I don't… I don't remember!" Micah sobbed. How could this happen? How could his brother have been caught? What if he was begin tortured right now...

There was a rustle of footsteps, and he was yanked to his feet by two pairs of hands.

"Take him to a cell."


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Alicia readied her body like a gymnast. She knew Zavier was back as soon as she heard him call out. She didn't hear him enter, nor his soft footsteps… but she knew he was coming for her.

The slam into the wall disoriented her. Unable to run, Alicia was caught by her throat and hoisted so her toes dangled above the ground. A fist slammed into the wall near her face, as unsteady eyes rose to meet Zavier's all-black ones. Eyes of a killer.

Smiling bloodily, Alicia raised a shaking hand instead of clawing for air at Zavier's, and pressed the "stop" button on the "record" setting of her phone. She had recorded Zavier's tirade for a reason.

Gurgling past the hold on her throat she managed, "O.K. Leggo-Ex-kplain."

Zaviers grip on her throat tightened as his breathing became slower, unlike what most people would be doing. He was in complete control of his reactions and emotions and although his rage wanted to snap her neck he stopped himself knowing it could mean Micah's death. Kent kept the gun and his eyes on Alicia as he spoke.

"Z, if she dies we have no way of finding Micah." Wanting to pull the trigger himself but knowing there was more at steak.

Zavier moved her down so she could put her feet on the ground but as soon as he did his fist slammed hard into Alicia's shoulder, breaking it. Her scream brought a grin to Zavier's face and he decided to make sure she knew the price of lieing to him. His other hand came up and grabbed her shirt, ripping it off and exposing her bare chest and then gripped her left breast hard.

"If you lie to me or try to escape I'm going to rip your tit off your chest." Kent's eyes widened as he saw the sadist come out in Zavier, knowing he would do it if he got an answer he didn't like. He knew there was no point in trying to get Zavier to tone it down, just watching and listening as Alicia looked to the hand over her breast and into Zaviers dead eyes.

"If anything happens to Micah I am going to cut you into as many pieces as I can and keep you alive through the whole thing. Your body will be used in ways you couldn't even imagine in your darkest nightmares."

Zavier loosens his grip a little but not enough so she can escape, just talk.

"Were is Micah and who has him, who are you working for?"

His words rough and emotionless, despite being worried for his brother he had to call on the killer and not the brother to make sure Micah was returned to him safe and unharmed.

"AAAHHH--!!!" She had dropped the phone as the pain of her collar bone being cracked ripped through her. She hadn't been expecting Zaiver to hurt her, figuring that she was the only one with the information on where he was… or how to get him back.

Her shirt was suddenly ripped, earning Zavier another scream as it dug into her shoulder. Her creamy-smooth flesh was meshed into his palm, the sensitive nipple hardening as his fingers gripped into the soft skin. Her head arched back in agony and she twisted and shook, slender throat working under his hand as her blood from the shallow cut over her brow dripped and mingled in the red of her silken hair. He was coupling his sadistic method with humiliation, that much she knew. She didn't doubt his threats… but then, she believed she had no reason to fear them.


Breathing raggedly, Alicia's eyes dripped tears as they glanced up at Zavier, but although there was fear in them, there wasn't submission. They burned with anger.

"'m working for.. you," She spat, looking hiccuping in a few short breaths of pain, "he's fine. W'ith Zimmerman. He's not going to be hurt any more than if he was in your hands." Which wasn't much consolation, really.


"WH- How the fuck is he with Zimmerman?! How THE FUCK is he safe?!" Kent yelled.

"How else were you expecting to get Zimmerman to give you the answers you wanted, Bastard? Going to knock on his door and ask him politely? Or, maybe you were going to torture a man who has balls of steel into giving up something before he died? I did you a favor! I did what I'm best at--I got your foot in the door! I got you leverage!" Alicia almost screamed, her breasts heaving.

"What THE FUCK, Alicia?" Kent continued, his voice still at high volume, "How's he not just going to kill Micah? and torture him first!?"

"Just like you're not going to kill me if you ever want to see your brother again," She added a little more calmly, stretching her pretty neck under Zavier's grip and meeting his deadened eyes.

"Zimmerman knows Zavier would never give up his precious brother willingly. Therefore, anyone who had Micah would also have to have Zavier. I used Micah as collateral. I also left a message with Micah for their "pick up crew." The terms are for Daddy not to hurt Micah, or else Zimmerman will never get his hands on you alive. He's expecting this "Spade" person to give up Zaiver in exchange for what is ransomed and the return of Micah… unharmed. He wants you Zavier, not Micah." She paused, a smug little smile playing on the corners of her lips, "I thought spade was a nice touch… seeing as he's got himself an Ace."

"You… you crazy bitch," Kent half-whispered.

"Don't mistake what I'm saying here-- I did this for you, and I'm not usually such a selfless person." Alicia growled.

"Selfless my ass!" Kent roared.

"Shut up Bastard! I want you assholes out of my hair for good! Getting your information is what you're after from me, and I'm fulfilling our fucking contract!"

Calming herself, Alicia nodded her chin down at her phone, showing them a beeping dot. "That's Micah. They can scan him all they want for bugs, but they won't find anything, because I put it in his food. Along with some Flunitrazepam."

Zavier listened carefully but his grip remained as he thought over what she was saying. She was an expert liar but she was also the kind of person that could pull this off. Zavier knew if he let her go and she got the chance to leave she would but until he had Micah back he had no choice but to believe her. He released her breast from his grip and looked her dead in the eyes.

"If your lying and anything happens to Micah, I will hunt you down and cause you more pain than you could imagine."

Zavier wanted to make sure she understood what would happen to her if she tried anything as he released her neck and stood back. After grabbing one of the shirts he had bought he handed it to her and sat down on the armchair. Kent lowered his gun and looked to Zavier then back to Alicia and shook his head as he sighed. "You know you really are a fucking bitch, using Micah this way after everything he's been through. The poor guy will be scared shitless."

Zavier looks up to Kent and speaks loud, not wanting to hear this. "KENT......that's enough......we have to deal with the situation as it is now." Looking to Alicia and giving her the twisted stare his victims usually get before he finishes them off. "Grab the stuff from the car....Alicia, sit the fuck down." Kent leaves and sorts out the stuff they got from the safe house and after Zavier grabs two glasses and pours a large amount of scotch in each then he places one in front of himself and were Alicia is to sit.

She struggles in pain to put the t-shirt on and looks at him, pissed off that she had to be subjected to this for trying to help. Zavier watches as she sits down opposite him and starts to talk, calming himself down so he can think straight after taking a sip of his drink.

"Ok then, tell me what I need to do and what to expect, I want to make sure I am prepared for anything they can throw at me."

The hallway was stark white and burned his eyes. Micah stumbled as best he could while two guards supported him roughly by the elbows.

"What's this…?" The guards had stopped at the sound of the quiet, sick… smooth voice. It crawled up Micah's spine. He turned to look at a man in a large coat who was grinning broadly.

The man approached, and he could see a doctor's stethoscope around his neck. Cold, clammy hands descended on his face and he fought to pull away.

"Another one for me? Hm… It looks like he's been drugged. I thought I said I like them fully awake?"

"No, Sir. This one's Zimmerman's personal prisoner. We have orders to take him to his cell."

"Oh?" The man let his breath hang in the air, and Micah shuddered, suddenly wanting to be behind the rough guards and away from the piercing stare. "Important is he? Well… carry on."

Finally away from the man's clinical, calculated stare and touch, Micah followed the guards and as the cell door closed, he curled up on the small cot with his hands over his head, his mind too enrapt with what could be happening to his brother to focus on what was happening to him.

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After struggling to cover herself and siting gingerly on the couch, she raised the glass of scotch in her trembling good hand, wincing as the burning liquid pained the cuts her teeth had made on the inside of her mouth when she had impacted the wall. Alicia set the glass of scotch down.

"How this goes down is up to you, Zaiver. It's what you want that's going to determine what we do. But there's two main ways I see Zimmerman trying to maneuver. First, I will call him and demand a trade of, of course. We'll have to use Kent's voice, because a female voice won't do," she sighed, "Stigma. Anyway, he'll either agree to meet in person and alone for the trade-off, which is unlikely, or he'll want the trade off to be somewhere closer to his power-- people he can call on if anything goes awry, and he won't be alone. Zimmerman isn't your usual criminal. He's smart. We need to outsmart him."

"There are two scenarios; the first, I believe is if we are lucky enough to get Zimmerman to agree to a solo meeting. From there we plant a dummy decoy as you, using this…" She played a part of the rage-filled yell for Micah that Zavier had bellowed at her. Rage like that couldn't be faked. "And we trade it for your brother, who we can authenticate because I can track him."

"Or, if he wants a trade off to include… backup… well, then we need to get creative." She tapped her phone on her lips, wincing when it caused her pain. "Is getting 'captured' an option for you? He obviously wants you alive… for some reason. How curious are you to find out?" She chuckled.

"More importantly, we need to get your information without endangering your brother. I can't ask for your history outright, that would be suspicious." Her eyes traveled slowly over Zavier. "You want to know why your memories are gone. Only Zimmerman would know that, but something tells me he won't tell you even if you do capture him in the mock trade for Micah. Sometimes…you have to stick your hand in the fire. A risk for further gain." A pink tongue slipped out of her mouth to lick her bloodied lip.

"Don't listen to her, Zaiver. She's fucking insane." Kent had emerged, walking towards them with a grimace set in his face. He didn't like the sound of the second 'plan.'

Zavier is about to speak when Kent comes in and speaks, after letting out a sigh he looks to Kent. "Sit down Kent, we have no choice now. Anyway....I have a plan, it's got suicide mission carved into it but it may be the best way if it works, wait here." Zavier gets up and walks out into the garage and leaves Kent and Alicia together. Kent looks over to Alicia and grins as he thinks about seeing her breasts and then speaks.

"You know if this goes to shit and Micah dies then you better hope you die as well. You know what Zavier will do to you, I've seen him keep people alive for days." Looking to her shoulder then back at her.

"Shut the fuck up Kent, I know what I'm doing. Micah will be fine and I can be rid of both of you and all this shit." Her voice straight despite the pain of her shoulder.

After a few minutes Zavier returns into the room with a load of straps attached to each other that look like a body suit. He lifts it up and in front of him and its clear it was designed to go around the arms, legs and chest and be flat enough so it's not visible under the clothes. After placing it on the table next to Kent he sits down and takes another sip of his scotch.

"This is something I started working on a few years back as a kind of fail safe device in case Liam got stupid and I got caught without a weapon. The little square pouches hold a small amount of C4 and the wire is thread through the straps and connects to a switch attached to a strap around my wrist. If Zimmerman wants me and it will make him release Micah then I will go to him and if he tries anything I'll blow every fucker there into the next life."

Zavier looks to Kent how if looking over the contraption and smiling. "Your a fucking genius Z, fucking crazy but genius. I'll get started rigging it up when we have sorted out the rest of the plan." Alicia sits and watches them, knowing she should just wait until they finish before chiming in. Zavier takes a deep breath and points to the cupboard in the kitchen. "Kent grab the bag from the top of that cupboard."

Kent does as Zavier ask and comes back with a larg gun bag and puts it on the table and opens it, his eyes widening with excitement like a kid at christmas. "Holy shit, where the fuck did you get this from?" He pulls out a Barrett M82 series 50 cal sniper rifle. "I've always wanted one of these ever since I used one on the drug deal five years ago."

Zavier watches as he picks up the rifle, looking down the scope, pointing the rifle to the kitchen. "Liam kept hold of it after the deal went to shit, I found it in the in the warehouse I raided after I killed him and thought it might come in handy. I don't want you near when this goes down and there's no one better to watch my back. It has night vision and a thermal scope. Hopefully we won't end up meeting in a place it will be useless." Zavier thinks for a moment and turns to Alicia to give her his decision.

"Ok, we will call Zimmerman and tell him I am going to be delivered to a location of his choice, not his place though. Try and think of somewhere Kent can see everything and find a good vantage point. Kent, pack enough explosives into this so it will take out as big an area as possible. If they fuck us over I want them all to go. I'd rather Micah die in the explosion than get given to the surgeon. Kent will make the call, Alicia write down what he needs to say and give him a few location choices so he doesn't have to think on the spot."

Zavier finishes his drink and stands up to face them both. "If this goes well then we will be able to take out Zimmerman, get the answer I need and get Micah out alive. The surgeon will be a bonus but not a priority at the moment unless he makes a move. Alicia, once this is all done you can be on your way, I have two million stashed in a secure location and as long as you stick with us and things go well then it's yours." Zavier hands her a disposable untraceable phone and slides it towards her. "Lets make this happen."