Ishmael jerked his head around. “You left him?” he hissed.
Ezra grinned. “Clouted him on the head and then used the binders we brought on him. Stuffed a doily from under the bedside lamp into his mouth.
Josh returned, the screwdriver in his hand now bloody. “Victor woke up as I was jabbing him. Too late to do him any good, though. “
“Let me take care of this guy and then you can help me carry Crichton out,” Ezra said before opening the half glass office door. It swung open with a squeak, startling the man into sudden, alert wakefulness. He jumped up, giving a shout heard only by the men now filling the room and the captive in the cage. Ezra swung the bolt cutters, connecting with the man’s temple. A sickening crunch sounded and the man dropped like a stone. Ezra swung his weapon a few more times, reducing the man’s head to a ruin. “There, he won’t be bothering us no more.”
Ishmael didn’t doubt it but was too busy unlocking the dog crate where his boy was whimpering in fear.
“Shhh, my sweetling,” he murmured, unbuckling and removing the bit festooned with whiskers from between Kris’ teeth.
“Ishmael?” his boy asked, his tone hopeful.
Ishmael chuckled. “You didn’t think I’d just let someone take what’s mine, do you?”
“You came for me!” Kris crawled through the open cage door and into his arms. “I kept telling myself you would.” Tears began to soak the leather of the mask, some leaking out from beneath it to track down his cheeks. “Please, take me home.”
“Can you stand?”
“Yeah.”
“Hold my hand and don’t let go.” Ishmael glanced back at Ezra as he spoke.
“Jamal sent one of his guys to stand in the gate. Ollie’s waiting just outside.” Ezra turned to go fetch Crichton, Josh hot on his heels.
As he led his boy down the stairs, his men sharing the deadweight burden of their traitor between them, Ishmael could only think one thing. This had been far too easy.
“I see you got him okay.” Jonesy stood by the cell.
“Jonesy?” Kris asked. Ishmael could feel his body stiffen in fear.
“Hey, kid, it’s all good. I left the door open for your guys. Now, you all get outta here and I’ll just be on my way.”
“Don’t let us so much as get a whiff of anywhere in our vicinity in the future,” Ishmael growled.
“Oh, I’m all the way outta here,” Jonesy whispered.
Ishmael went out the loading bay door. He ushered Kris into the back seat before clambering in after him. “Drive,” he told Ollie as Ezra and Josh carried their burden to the lorry.
Ollie drove at a sedate 20 miles per hour, pausing only at the gate to allow the man barring it to roll it wider so he could get through. He turned onto the main street and began driving them to the small, private airfield as arranged. The lory wasn’t far behind.
“Boss?” Jamal’s voice sounded in his ear. “A car followed us out of the complex but turned to go the other way. Ezra said you knew there’d be somebody?”
“Yes. Did you catch the reg?”
“Yeah.”
“Run it. I want to know where it goes.”
“I’ll get Siobhan right on it. She’s been grumbling ever since she found out she was staying behind at Ops.”
Ishmael chuckled. “Tell her I needed someone I could trust running things back there.”
“Oh, she knows,” Jamal said.
Ishmael pulled his boy against him. Kris whimpered. “Can you take this off? I can’t see.”
“Just a little longer,” Ishmael murmured, thumbing his nipples. Kris shivered as the touch made his buds peak.
Feeling the need to finish reclaiming his boy, he pushed him down on the seat before climbing over him, placing them in a sixty-nine position. He leaned his head down and licked a stripe up Kris’ flaccid cock.
Mine. My treasure. No one else gets to touch him ever again.
