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It’s been months since we punished John, and I have seen Kitten. After flipping a coin to decide the boys' fate, we released him. The boy picked heads and won. Jacob wasn't thrilled with the results, but got over it.
Could Jacob have taken him with no issues? Sure, but I wanted to be fair to the kid. I told him to keep his fucking mouth shut, or we would hunt him down and kill him. I am sure he will behave.
I got busy setting up a few assignments overseas. A couple of weeks after letting my pet go, I headed to St. Thomas. She was too close for comfort, and I worried I wouldn’t uphold my part of the bargain.
It was best to put some distance between us. Of course, she isn'talone.I have Zach and Jacob monitoring her. Zach stayed back for a while longer. He met some chick and was banging her every which way to Sunday.
Everyone was getting laid except me. I know it's nothing serious with my brother; it never is, but I gave him the okay to stay behind. I don't need his physical body here to track our targets. Everything is done through cyberspace.
I still have Kit's cameras up on my computer. I don't watch them as obsessively as I have in the past, and to my relief, she hasn't gone clubbing since returning home. I know the activity in some clubs in Rhode Island has picked up as far as trafficking is concerned. She hasn’t brought any fucktards home either, which brought a smile to my face.
I purposely didn't accept any contracts in the area to keep clear of the woman who still haunted my mind daily. As long as she stayed clear of the breeding grounds for the trafficking, I had nothing to worry about. She would not be in the danger zone of getting snatched to be sold into the sex slave industry.
It's been a few months since I freed her, and it hasn't gotten any easier for me. I know she will have to go on with her life eventually, and once she ends up with some random dude, I will lose my mind.
That's why I moved to the other side of the ocean. I need to keep my shit together. The only people who accompanied me on this trip were Yara, my medical team, and my brother Joey.
I didn't need an army to hang with me out here on the island. Yara was still trying to get me to fuckher brains out without success. I was not interested. I haven't played since my time with Kitlyn. I toyed with the idea of paying one of the whores I interacted with a while back before I left, to allow me to use and abuse her as I wanted, but I didn't go through with it.
It wasn't just the sexual part I needed. It was the calmness I felt after a session with my pet. She was theonlywoman who could bring me some peace, and that's what I fucking missed the most.
She was also theonlywoman I wanted to care for and coddle after a session, or at all, for that matter. I never bothered with aftercare with any women who came and went. I whipped them, fucked them, and left them.
Yara has a bedroom on my estate, but she seems to show up wherever I happen to be. The place is very vast, but she still manages to practically stick her head up my ass every opportunity she gets.
It doesn't help that she wears skimpy fucking bikinis around me all the time, either. Although she isn't my type, I am still a man, for fuck’s sake, and not having gotten my rocks off with a woman in quite some time was making it more difficult for me to resist her little antics.
She was beautiful, but I never thought of her sexually. I went to my office and opened the camera icon to my pet's house. I hadn’t checked on her for a few days, allowing myself some space from my goddamn obsession.
She removed the tracker from her arm, but the one in her neck remained. I stared at the tracking app, clenching my fists, not liking what I saw.
She wasn't home tonight. She was at one of the sleazy clubs she promised she would never set foot in again!
Goddammit! It's only 4:30, for Christ’s sake, and she's already there. I rubbed my head, feeling a dull pain between my eyes and temples settling in.
I was in a relatively good mental state for the last few months, thinking she would keep up her end of the bargain, but she broke that promise tonight.
This is a whole game-changer now. I could feel the anger eating my insides like battery acid. My blood pressure shot up at the thought of her disobeying me. It made my skin crawl.
I honestly don't know what the fuck I was thinking. Sometimes, I wish I had never let her go. She would have gotten used to her lot in life eventually, but I grew a fucking conscience. It didn't help that I was incredibly fucked in the head because of what my father did to my mom, and Idid. not. want.my pet to feel like my mother did.
The memory of my mother and the way she died by my father's hand still bother me to this day. I usually shove it in the back of my mind, but the flashbacks pop up occasionally, like an unwanted illness.
I never showed my emotions to the outside world or anyone. I kept everything bottled up inside, and this is why I needed violence to release the pain and anger gripping my insides like a vice, squeezing my organs every single day. I dialed Jacob's cell. He picked up on the first ring.
"Hey, boss, what can I do for you?"
My voice was low and angry.
"I need you to keep an eye on Kit. Go to Barney's club in Providence. She is in there doing stuff sheisn’t supposed to engage in. I just need a report on who she leaves with, plus I need you to make sure none of the traffickers are around the establishment tonight."
Jacob laughed, making me clench my fists in anger.
“I knew you wouldn't be able to stop watching her. You are a sick man with a sick obsession, my friend. I will take her tonight if you want me to. I can have her delivered to your door by midnight. It's as easy as that."
I pinched the bridge of my nose; my head started pounding. "As fucking wonderful as that sounds, I gave her my word. I won't kidnap her again. I worry about her safety in that seedy part of town."
