Embracing His Syn, page 31
“He’ll be home late. Got held up at work so I’ll meet him at his place.”
“You should be there in bed, naked, waiting for him.” She peeked over her shoulder.
Furi pulled the key Syn had given him out of his pocket before he left so he could let himself in to his apartment. He twirled the small handcuffs keychain around his finger, the thought of handcuffs making Furi’s cock throb. Damn he was horny as fuck now. “He probably won’t be in before it’s time for me to go to the shop tomorrow,” Furi grumbled. Ahhh. The life of loving a police Sergeant.
“You guys sure got serious fast. I can tell you really like him,” Cindy crooned.
Furi smiled, suddenly feeling real light-headed. “I love him,” he slurred. ‘Love’ ended up sounding like ‘wuuub’ and Cindy laughed.
“You better get on over there sweetheart and take you a couple Tylenol before he gets in.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Furi held his forehead as he fumbled off the stool almost knocking it over. “Man dat last dink tweally racked a punch, Cindy.”
“What?” she giggled. “You’re not making any sense, Furi. I couldn't even make out what that was. Go home and sleep it off. Your dick isn’t going to work with all that alcohol in you.”
All that alcohol. But I only had, one, two– “Jeeez Louise.” Furi’s tongue felt thick and heavy. He stumbled towards the door and barreled through it almost face planting into the concrete before he heard Cindy yell "Good night."
“Uh, yeah. Nite.” Furi wasn’t sure if he only said that in his mind or out loud. He looked around him. Everything looked distorted and disfigured. He could see Syn’s building across the street. He knew it was Syn’s building but it looked miles away. The streetlights blinded him and he went to take a step forward and his knees buckled. Fuck. I’ve never been this drunk. Furi stood there with his hands on his knees trying not to drop and lie down right there on the sidewalk. It felt like he was high as kite, like he’d just finished snorting a line. Drugs. My drink. The thought had just registered in his hazy mind when he heard the scariest voice imaginable behind him.
“Looks like you could use a little help, darlin.”
No. No. No. Please. Furi tried to reach for his cell but his hands felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each.
A strong hand wrapped around his bicep, squeezing him in a punishing grip. Another hand was digging in his back pocket.
“You won’t be needing this.” Furi heard his phone shatter on the concrete.
It felt like everything was moving in slow motion. He was aware of what was happening, but was too weak to do anything about it.
“Get him across the street Bren,” his ex-husband ordered. “Imagine how your little bastard Sergeant will feel when he comes home and finds your brutally beaten and mutilated body in his bed,” Patrick snarled in his ear.
Furi felt like he was going to throw up. The beaten and mutilated did sound horrific, but the thought of Syn finding him like that was unimaginable.
Next thing he knew he was practically being dragged across the street. The few people on the street at that time of morning likely didn’t pay much attention to what they must have thought was just another drunk, because no one called out to them.
“Pat please don’t do this,” Furi mumbled as he was pulled through the hall to the elevator. He wasn’t even sure if he was speaking his thoughts or if they were only tumbling around in his mind. He tried to speak again but his body was thrown viciously into the elevator. He crumbled to the dirty floor like a sack of potatoes. He struggled to sit up but it felt like there was a huge weight on him. He slowly brought his hand to his chest realizing there was a huge boot keeping him pinned to the floor. Furi tried to open his heavy eyelids wider. He could just make out the angry frown on his brother-in-law's face and it scared it him to death. He really was going to die tonight.
“Which apartment number did she say it was?” Patrick asked and then a woman answered right back.
“It’s apartment 805.” The woman said. Furi dragged his head up and saw Patrick with his cell to his lips talking through the speaker. Who is that he’s talking to?
“Where are they now?” Patrick asked.
“They’re just pulling into the precinct. I’ll keep you posted.”
Please don’t be talking about Syn.”
Brenden was digging through Furi’s pockets and pulled out the small keychain there. As soon as the door was opened he was shoved so hard that he flew across the coffee table, landing with a hard thud in front of the couch. Furi groaned and struggled to gain some leverage to pull himself up on the furniture.
“We got eyes on your man Furious,” Patrick sneered. “So I’ll make sure I’m done with you and long gone before he gets here.”
“Pat don’t.”
Brenden grabbed a fist full of Furi’s hair and yanked him off floor. Furi thought he screamed out at the pain. He was backhanded across the face, sending him flying back onto the couch.
In his mind he was scurrying to get away. But in actuality he was barely moving. Furi drug his hand over his already sore face wincing at the pain. He was still trying to stop the ringing in his ears from the backhand when Brenden grabbed him by the throat and hauled him to his feet again. The solid punch to Furi’s stomach brought tears to his eyes but when he fell back to the floor that pain was multiplied by the kick to his ribs.
“Pat. Don’t let him hurt me,” Furi said softly, completely out of breath.
“Why not? You hurt me,” Patrick said from somewhere in the room.
“I just want to live my li–” Brenden slapped Furi again.
“Shut the fuck up,” he yelled in his face.
“Take him to the bedroom,” Patrick ordered.
“Please, don’t. Don’t do it Patrick. I’ll come back with you. I promise. I’ll be a good husband, I swear,” Furi slurred. He was grasping at Brenden’s hands while he lugged him down the hall throwing him through the bedroom door.
“I don’t want you,” Patrick said in his collected voice. “Not after you’ve let him have you. Tell me Furious. Does he let you fuck him? Are you the top, baby? Do you handle him like you tried to handle me? Or is he the one fucking your sweet ass, huh? Because I know you love it any way you can get it.”
Brenden grabbed Furi and threw him on the bed like he was weightless. He tried to work his way off the bed but Brenden grabbed his hair and pulled him back. “Try that again and I’ll break your fuckin’ legs.”
Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through him counteracting the drugs they'd put in his drink but Furi was able to see a little more clearly. His limbs were still too heavy to fight back though. “What’d you give me?” Furi panted. It felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
“Ecstasy, dipshit. You’re the porn slut. You don’t know what ecstasy feels like?” Brenden said, slapping Furi’s face again. This time Furi could taste the blood from his split lip. “Oh and there’s a little something extra in it too.”
“Brenden check in,” Patrick said.
Brenden caught the two-way radio Patrick tossed to him. “Girls come back.”
Furi looked around nervously for anything he could use as a weapon. He knew Syn had guns in the house, in this room. But he doubted he could get to one and use it properly in his drugged state. He was fucked.
“Yeah?” The woman’s voice crackled through the speaker.
“What’s the twenty?”
“It looks like they’re all stopping for something to eat,” the woman responded. “I think you guys should hurry up.”
“Just tell us when they’ve left,” Brenden barked before tucking the radio in his back pocket.
Furi’s drugged eyes left Brenden and focused on Patrick and couldn't figure out why the fuck he was taking his clothes off.
“Looks like my time is almost up. I’m going to fuck you real good one last time darlin, before I kill you. Bren, you want to get a little taste too?” Patrick’s laugh was so sinister, Furi had no doubt he was about to make good on his threat. “Brenden, turn the radio up all the way so the neighbors can’t hear him scream.”
No. Not like this. Syn!!!!
‘Please Say It's Over’
“We got a tail,” Day said from the front seat.
“You sure?” God cut his eyes to the rearview mirror.
Syn didn’t dare turnaround. “Who the hell would be following us?”
“That same dark Chrysler was behind us when we pulled into the station an hour ago. Now it's back there again on the right.”
“There’s a lot of Chryslers around here, sweetheart. You’re just tired,” God grumbled.
“Don’t patronize me God. Make a right up here,” Day ordered.
Syn didn’t turn around but obviously the car had followed because Day turned to look at God with an ‘I told you so’ expression. “Make a left.”
This time the car had to swerve over two lanes in order to turn behind them.
“I’ll lose them,” God stepped on the gas.
“No. Don’t. I want to know what the fuck is going on. Pull into an all-night diner and park.”
Syn just barely restrained his annoyance. All he wanted to do was get to his place since he was sure Furi was there waiting on him, keeping the bed warm.
They all got out of God’s truck and walked into the dinner like they were just there to have a bite to eat. Instead, they walked straight to the back, flashing their badges. “We need to go out your back door,” Syn told the tired-looking waitress. She looked like she couldn't care less, pointing over her shoulder without bothering to stop texting.
They opened the back door of the restaurant and jogged up the alley. Day peeked out. “They’re two cars down.” The men walked fast, approaching the vehicle from behind. Syn could see that there were two girls in the car, the backseat empty. God went around to the passenger side and Day walked up to the driver. The window was already down so Day squatted and peered inside. As soon as she noticed them the girl scrambled to grab something in her lap, but Day grabbed it first. It appeared to be a walkie-talkie.
“Why are you following us?” he asked calmly. God was watching the passenger closely while Syn opened the back door to make sure no one was in the back.
“Hey! Close my door. You don’t have a warrant to search my car!” the driver yelled.
“Don’t need one. Tell me why you’re following us and maybe I won’t take you to jail if it’s a good enough reason,” Day said staring intently at the women for any readable tells.
“Like I said. We're not.” She looked back at Syn and gave him an angry glare before turning her attention back to Day.
“Give me my phone back, I’m leaving.” She held her hand out the window.
“This isn’t a phone, it’s a radio. Who’s on the other end?” Day asked.
“None of your–”
The radio interrupted her answer. “Girls what are they doing now?”
Syn immediately recognized that voice. Syn knew that voice as sure as he knew his own. That voice almost bought Syn to his knees.
Syn barely registered Day pulling his weapon – always the fastest to act. He grabbed the woman by the back of her neck and her passenger started screaming bloody murder. God slammed his hand over her mouth. “Scream again and I’ll slap a fuckin’ muzzle on you.” Her eyes were wide as saucers, but when God pulled his hand away she didn’t make a peep.
Day pointed his 9mm at the driver. “Tell him were still inside, nothing new.” Day pressed his gun to her temple. “No fuckin’ code words.” Day’s face was a mask of anger.
Syn was barely registering what was going on. All he knew is that Furious was in trouble and that bastard had him and had been keeping tabs on Syn. God was already on his phone with 911, running back to his truck, but Syn was stuck. He couldn’t move, all he could think about was how long had that monster and his brother had his love and what they might have done to him.
Syn vaguely heard the radio crackle and the women saying exactly what Day told her too. After Furi’s ex acknowledged the check-in Day yanked the door open and jerked the woman out of the car. The passenger still mute as a statue. She stumbled back into the utility pole, looking terrified and angry. Syn finally snapped. Pulling his own weapon, he grabbed the woman by the hair. “Where the fuck are they?” he yelled, pointing his weapon at her forehead. What he was doing was illegal but he didn’t care. This bitch had helped set Furi up, so he’d pistol-whip the hell out of her if she didn’t start talking. He didn’t give a fuck if he never worked as a cop again, all he needed right now was to get to Furi.
Day was there, yelling at him to stay calm, but he ignored everything and everyone except the woman at the other end of his gun.
“Where is he?” Syn screamed in the girl's face, causing her to cringe away from his rage.
“Your house, your house,” she cried cowering down on the street.
The sound of tires squealing around the corner had Day and Syn running to jump in God’s truck.
“They’re at Syn’s,” Day said jumping inside, barely getting the door closed before God was burning rubber down the deserted street. They were less than five minutes away. He was glad Day was smart enough to tell the girl to answer, otherwise Patrick would’ve have time to either kill Furi or get him away from the apartment.
Syn was shaking in the back seat. He held his gun tightly in his lap, his finger hovering over the trigger. He rocked back and forth, wanting to get out of the confines of the truck and run to Furi. He felt so helpless right then. Day’s hand on his leg made Syn jump. “We’re gonna get to him,” Day assured him.
Syn could hear the police radio on God’s dash dispatching all units to his address and rattling off information on the location they’d left the women that tailed them. What if we don't make it in time? He squeezed his eyes shut trying not to think of the worst possibilities.
Please be okay. Please be okay.
Furi watched Patrick walk around Syn’s room observing the space.
“It looks like we’re good on time, darlin. Can you believe your boyfriend decided to stop to get some food and hang out with his pals instead of coming home to be with you?” Patrick sucked his teeth. “Any time I went away, I couldn’t wait to get home to you.”
Patrick climbed on the bed straddling Furi's lower body. “This is what you left me for.” Patrick gestured around.
“I left you because you didn’t love me,” Furi whispered.
Patrick slapped Furi across his face, stinging his cheek and Furi yelled out at the sharp pain. “Shut the fuck up! I loved you every day I had you! I still love you!”
“If this is what loving you feels like, you can fuckin’ keep it,” Furi snapped back. His remark earned him another slap across the same cheek. Furi groaned but he turned back to look at Patrick. He was going to keep him talking. Because as long as Patrick was cursing and slapping him, he wasn’t raping and killing him.
“I gave you everything you asked for and even the things you didn’t. Then while I’m gone on business, you run away!” Patrick fumed. “I thought you’d been kidnapped! Do you know how long I searched for you? And here you are sleeping with some bum without two pennies to rub together. He can’t afford you!”
“I’m not a goddamn whore. I don’t need his money or yours,” Furi growled as well as slurred. He’d thought maybe he’d gone too far because Patrick gave him a look that chilled him to the bone.
Furi blinked and Patrick’s large hands were around his neck. The music was really loud but Patrick’s yelling and cursing could still be heard. Even though it was the early hours of the morning, no one came to ask Syn to turn the noise down. God, why? Furi could feel his world going dark. Patrick was literally choking him to death. Furi kicked and bucked, trying to throw Patrick’s heavy weight off him. All that did was cost him a lot of energy. Yelling was futile. His mouth was wide open but there was no sound coming out.
“Looks like the drugs are wearing off,” Brenden yelled over the music.
“I know,” Patrick yelled back. “Come hold him down! Then when I’m done, I’ll hold him for you.”
No. No. Furi yelled in his mind. Tears were streaming down his face, blurring his vision. The sound of a loud cracking noise followed by Brenden yelling out was just audible over the hard bass pounding in Furi’s head. Brenden went down on the bed, his face twisted in agony. In a split second Furi saw a bat coming down hard on the back of Brenden’s head. Furi struggled with Patrick. He was still trying to hold Furi down while yelling at whoever had barged in. Patrick’s eyes were focused on his unmoving brother.
Furi tried to make sense of what was going on. He hoped Syn had come, but it wasn’t him. It was ... it was ... it was the neighbor. The stoner that drove Syn crazy. His eyes were wide and alert as he held the bat up high in the air screaming at Patrick to back away.
“Get the fuck off of him right now! I’ll whack your ass too,” he hollered at Patrick, holding the bat in striking position.
Furi was so grateful at that moment. He’d really thought his life was over. Furi watched Patrick move off of him, his steel gray eyes honed in on the neighbor. Furi had to move. With every ounce of strength he had, he tried to work his way off the bed, but it was very difficult. He was having a hard time taking in air while he coughed and spat from being choked. He lifted himself some but fell back down again, his limbs still like dead weight. The neighbor came over and tried to offer Furi a hand and as soon as he took his eyes off of Patrick, his ex jumped on the neighbor. The bat flew across the room when Patrick landed on the scrawny man with a hard thud. Furi clumsily swung his legs over the edge of the bed and struggled to stand.
From the side of the bed he could see Patrick cock his fist back and land a devastating blow to the neighbor. Oh God. Furi couldn’t let this innocent man get killed because of him.
He’d just managed to half yell half cough. “I’m calling the police.” The statement making Patrick abandon the neighbor and come back to him. He couldn’t have called the police if he wanted to – no phone.
