"Well?" the man snaps as he sees another man hesitantly approach him. "Where is he?"
"He's still living with that fiancé of his, sir."
"Good. The b*tch wasn't smart enough to move."
"Just a quick question, sir . . . When are we going to get him?"
"You'll get him in about a month. I'll get him in probably about two days."
"What? But sir—"
"No buts. He's mine first. It'll all make sense in the end, Travis. Just trust me. You'll get your way with Mitchell eventually."
"Yessir."
"Now, how badly was he affected?"
"You did well, sir. He stutters whenever he speaks, he doesn't even trust his male friends that aren't his idiotic fiancé. He still has all of the scars you gave him. Plus, when I kissed him, he hardly struggled at all."
"Perfect."
The sound of footsteps reach the two men's ears, and they turn to see a police officer. "What are you two talking about this late at night?" he asks gruffly, his eyes flickering suspiciously between the two. They share a glance, their eyes sparkling evilly.
"Oh, it's nothing, sir."
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Nothing (Second Sequel to Disgrace)
FanfictionWhat do you do when you come home to an empty house? More importantly, what do you do when your house isn't supposed to be empty? Mitch had said he would be there waiting for Scott when he returned, but he wasn't. No, the brunette was nowhere to be...
