Chapter 10: Bay - Pisces

Bay hoped that his plans were well underway with Finn, and while the man was busy getting the dirt he needed, he had to check on a call that had come in during his family dinner. Lila had been livid that he was leaving, but he told her he’d deal with her later and made her retreat to her bedroom until he returned home. Her pregnancy had her testing her boundaries, and while he hadn’t been the one to start their little collared-fantasy game, he was going to give her everything she wanted from it.

As he pulled up to the gate outside the white brick house, his mind switched from the bitch at home to a more pressing matter. He called his hired man, Lou, so he’d open the gate, and a moment later, he pulled into the circle drive of the old home which had once been a mansion in the seventies.

He parked the car in the garage, and when he got out, Lou came out to join him. The man looked tired, but he was stuffing his face with a piece of bread, so Bay knew he was good. All it took to keep Lou happy was plenty of pasta, a fully-stocked kitchen, and enough beer to drown an elephant.

“How’s she doing, Lou?”

The man shrugged. “She’s been screaming her fucking head off for hours. I can’t tell you how bad I’d like to shove something in that mouth of hers.”

“You go near her mouth with your cock or anything else, and I’ll break your fucking neck.”

“Don’t worry. I like my paycheck too much. But can’t we gag her or something?”

“We’ll see. I hoped she would’ve calmed down by now.” Bay walked through the kitchen from the garage and then past the great room down the hall to a door that led to the basement.

Bay stopped in his tracks. “Why is it fucking dark down here?”

“I shut out the lights and told her she couldn’t have them back on until she shut the fuck up.” Lou shoved the last bite of bread in his mouth.

“And I don’t hear screaming, so why haven’t you remedied this?” Bay was losing his patience with Lou, but he couldn’t find anyone else willing to do the job for the chump change he was paying.

“Sorry, Boss. I got busy cooking dinner.”

“Have you fed her, or just that fat fucking face of yours?” He met the man’s eyes with his evil stare. “Go and get her a goddamned plate.” Lou walked away, and Bay hit the light switch on his way down.

He turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and found Hannah running full speed at him. He backed up just in time, and her leg chain tripped her as she ran out of slack.

“Fuck!” She held her ankle, and he walked over and knelt down beside her. Her hair was stringy, and she hadn’t made use of the shower. He considered telling her that the cuff around her ankle wouldn’t rust, but he had a feeling she wanted to be filthy, that it made her feel safe.

“Play nice, Hannah. I’m trying to help you, believe it or not. I could have already put you out of your misery and sent you home to Tad and Jesus, but I’m hoping you’ll calm down and see things my way.”

“Let me go!” She bared her teeth, and her eyes were so red, she looked like a demon.

“I’ve tried to make you comfortable here,” Bay said. “You have a shower, a toilet, a bed; more than most prisoners.” He wanted to add that Logan didn’t even have his own shower, but he wanted her to ask about him herself. “Lou is going to bring you some food. I thought I’d come down and see how my favorite captive is doing. Did you eat your breakfast today?”

She pointed to the wall, and he growled when he saw the oatmeal stuck to the sheetrock. “Fuck your breakfast, asshole. Let me out of here.”

“That’s not nice, Hannah.” He shook his head and gave a little tsk with his tongue.

“Fine.” She met his eyes. “Fuck your breakfast, Bay.”

“That’s more like it.” He stood up and then paced the room.

“Let me go or kill me already. Do you really think I’m afraid to die? Do you think you’re doing anything but pissing me off?”

“Easy now. I came to try and talk sense to you. I know you heard all about Camp V, but that was so long ago, Hannah. Life’s different, and it would benefit you well to just listen to reason. I know you liked me once, and I’m still that same man.”

“It was a long time ago, Bay. You make me sick. I saw what you did to my brother. You dragged him down, and I’m pretty sure you’re the one who pushed him out of that window.”

“Don’t be silly. I simply suggested it would be best for everyone, and then I left him alone to make his own decisions.”

Hannah broke down in tears, her face puffy and swollen from all the crying she’d done since he’d taken her that night. She’d been easy to take, and after bugging Logan’s studio, it was easy to see her comings and goings.

“Stop it, love. I hate to see a woman in tears unless my dick is buried in her throat.”

“You like this, don’t you? I heard all about how you get off to torturing people.”

“I was hoping you’d play my way, Hannah. I need someone like you on my side. Someone who is willing to get things done, no matter what it takes. I can pay you handsomely for that kind of boldness. You’ll never want for anything again. Besides, I told your brother that I’d take good care of you. I didn’t even tell him about how easy you spread. Just like butter.” He licked his lips and grinned.

She shuddered. “It was one time, and that was before I knew what a monster asshole you are.” She got to her knees and crawled back to her corner.

Bay shook his finger at her. “It wasn’t just one time. It was three times. That morning head was the best. You sucked my dick better than anyone.”

The growl that left her throat made him smile. “Yet you didn’t like it enough to call me back. Save your breath. I’ll never be with you. You want me, you’ll have to kill me first. You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?”

He didn’t appreciate the vulgar insinuation. Even he had his standards. “If I wanted to violate you, Hannah, I could have already. And if I were a monster, I’d have already let Lou and the others I have watching this house have you any way they pleased. Instead, I keep you safe.”

“You should be so fucking proud of yourself. You’ve got good deeds and kidnapping confused again.”

“You seem hellbent. I guess I’ll just leave you alone until I can figure out what to do with you.” He walked to the stairs and stopped. “Until then, you’re safe.”

“I have work. People will be looking for me! The police will come. They’ll find me.”

“They aren’t in too big a hurry. You see, they think you’re dead. They found your car out by the tracks with blood in it. Add that to the fact that your brother turned up dead, and your uncle, and you’ll be pushed to the back of the line. A dead body doesn’t get resources. They’ll assume someone will find you once you start to decompose, but they’ve got too many other criminals in this city to keep them busy. Why do you think they were so quick to assume Tad killed your uncle and that Logan killed his other girlfriend? Speaking of Logan, aren’t you even concerned about him? Don’t you even want to know what happened? He asked me about you, you know?”

“Fuck you. You’re both killers.”

“He’s being transferred to the penitentiary,” Bay said. “He’s scared you’re dead, but I told him you probably ran off to be away from him. Staged your own death, so to speak.” He liked toying with her about Logan, mostly because he was a little bitter that she gave herself to him.

“I don’t care about him anymore. I had just let myself love him when he told me, so it didn’t take much to come to my senses.”

“And yet, he pines for you from his prison cell.” He chuckled. “How pathetic. I would be willing to overlook that moment of weakness, especially since I found out that you used sex to make him spill a decade old secret. I have to say, that was pretty fucking impressive, and a total turn on. Further proof we’d be a good team.”

“I’m not like you,” she snapped. “I’m not ever going to hurt people like you do. I’m a nurse. It’s not in my nature.”

With that confession, he wondered why he’d even bothered. Surely, she was more of a nurturer than a deviant like he was, but he’d really hoped that he would be able to keep her around as long as possible. “I do wish this had turned out better. Enjoy your dinner.” He turned around and took a few steps.

“Wait, no wait!” She got to her feet as Bay turned, and she limped across the room, closing the distance between them. “Please, Bay. Please. I’ll do anything, just let me go. I’ll play nice; I’ll give you what you want.” She lifted her shirt and Bay smiled as she cupped her heavy breasts. “We can fuck, Bay. I’ll fuck you right now.”

He shook his head. She didn’t get it at all, and her offer was more insulting than a fucking turn on. “What I want is your sworn fealty.”

He turned and left her alone to think it over, not as convinced that he would win her over as he’d been when he first entered the room.

On his way out, he passed Lou who was carrying a big tray of food. “How’s this, boss?” The pasta dish smelled amazing, and there was even a slice of French bread that the man hadn’t scarfed down for himself.

Bay took the fork from the plate and left the spoon. “That’s better, and no more lights out. Let her scream at the top of her lungs if she wants to. No one will hear her.” He reached into the bowl and grabbed a saucy noodle and gave it a taste. “Not bad, Lou.”

On his way out, he got a call from Finn. “Tell me you’re not backing out? You’re not going to choke, are you?” Bay had jokes for days, but they went right over Finn’s head. He’d always been a bit dim, but he was loyal, and that was all that mattered to Bay.

“I did it,” Finn said, still breathless from his tryst.

“Very good. I’ll meet you at the penthouse in half an hour.” He shut off the phone and wondered what kind of footage Finn got and if it would be enough to ruin a campaign and worth enough to pay for a movie. He might just have to rethink the latter and shortchange him. The deed was done, and he highly doubted that Finn would put up a fight. The movie was going to be shit anyway, and he knew anything he put into it, he’d never get back. He really wished he’d never made the deal, but if he had Seth on film getting blown in a deviant sex act, it might be worth it.