He was the only one of them willing to ever question the Godfather, which was why the old man always kept him around. That, and he really was his biological son and damn good at what he did for a living. Only a couple of people knew of the former information though, since he had changed his identity and made him work his way up through the organization.

“Well, she was pregnant at the time, very moody and temperamental. She was home alone one weekend when I was working and some enemies decided they wanted to kidnap her as leverage. So, she was kidnapped and spent the whole weekend stuck inside a storage container.

“When I finally got her out of there, I brought her home and cooked her a meal, made a bath for her, checked her over to make sure she was okay, and then she asked me if I left the door open to the house.” The silence was anticipation as they waited for him to think about his words before he continued.

“I told her I must have forgot and I would go shut it, and she simply responded that the dog had gotten out. In that moment I didn’t understand why she had mentioned it. She asked to have her dog found, so I did. Turns out, the attackers had killed the dog to avoid detection in order to kidnap her.

“She turned around and asked one of the guards for his gun and then proceeded to shoot me in the calf. When I asked why she shot me, she says that it was for her dog. If I hadn’t left the door open, the dog would have alerted the guards in the residence and she would never have been kidnapped. She loved that dog, it protected her when I wasn’t there by her side in many ways.”

“Are you saying that she shot you over a dog?” Trey asked.

“Yes and no, I’m saying she shot me for my stupidity and the loss of her dog. The situation you’re in reminds me of it. I met Blaine only once as himself, and I knew instantly that his mind was full of cunning and split second decisions made from years of experience. He wouldn’t shoot you without a very good reason.”

“You said you only met him once as himself? What does that mean?” Norman, one of the other brothers, asked.

“Oh, perhaps you don’t know Blaine as well as you think then?” Godfather chuckled at Trey.

“Then enlighten me,” Trey bit back, trying not to be snarky.

“Blaine has another name other than Taranis boys. In our world, we refer to him as the Wendigo of the dark side of business.” Trey scrunched his brows, confused.

“The Wendigo? Like the monster?”

“Yes, that very one. Wendigo’s like to haunt humans but don’t kill them right away. They hoard victims and keep them alive to save for rainy days in the event that they get hungry. Your boyfriend is the Wendigo of your generation. He took over the mantle from his predecessor.”

“You’re talking about his father, the one he overthrew, right?” His Godfather laughed.

“No, Treyton, I’m referring to his real father. That stupid cunt that took over was the black sheep of his family.”

His real father? What the fuck did that mean? Trey knew Blaine’s whole family was messed up, but he was starting to get confused from the relationships between them all.

“Mr. Taranis’s adopted father took him in after his real father died. The man who took Wendigo in, was his half-brother who married his real father’s sister. Mr. Taranis’s grandfather forced it upon him, who also happens to be the previous Wendigo before him. My guess is, his grandfather groomed him to take over the family business. Though, young Mr. Taranis retired after he took over as Head of his immediate family.”

“Does that mean he found someone to take his place?” Trevor asked.

“No, it means he doesn’t get involved unless someone pisses him off. Image my surprise when the Wendigo started putting out contracts?” he chuckled. Trey suddenly understood the whole reason why his Godfather found it so hilarious. He was never going to let him live it down.

“So what did he do, just torment his targets?” Trey asked. Godfather scoffed, shaking his head as he recalled a memory.

“Fuck no. If he did that, I’d have less clean up jobs in this line of work. Everyone who knew of his title was scared shitless that he was going to put a mark on their heads after his rampage trying to find you.” Trey couldn’t believe it was really as bad as he was saying it was, but Godfather never minced his words nor lied about anything he swore as if true.

“I once was called to a facility that was made up of 16 different buildings to take him out. This wasn’t a contract, but a message of sorts from his grandfather, as a warning. When I arrived, I thought I only had to deliver the message and return.” His Godfather fell back against his seat and shook his head as he sipped on his wine. Trey had never seen a more amused look on his face as he recalled the memory.

“That little shit had killed all the guards, shoved all the personnel into a single building and lit it up on fire. Then he took the head of the company, which was a valuable asset to his grandfather, and placed him on his knees in front of the gates before burning his eyes out with acid. Around his neck was a white board saying fuck you.” Trey couldn’t help but crack up laughing, noting that it was a very Trey like thing to do.

“Sure, laugh it up, but I had a realization after almost 2 years of chasing him why his grandfather asked me to deliver the message. Wherever he went, bodies were left in his wake with blood trails. It was never the targets themselves, but everything and everyone around them. You know I spent almost 25 trillion dollars cleaning up a mess he left in the middle of the Pacific?”

“Damn, what happened in the Pacific?” Monti asked.

“He destroyed a chemical lab worth billions and large enough to contaminate the ocean for generations. I was only happy he didn’t blow the damn thing up and sink it. Fucker left a note for me saying it was a token of his appreciation for cleaning up after him.” Trey had an uncontrollable laughter he couldn’t contain. His Godfather just shook his head.

“You can laugh now, but I’ve been assigned to clean up after him during his reign of power by his grandfather himself. That job falls on you now, since you’re the boyfriend.” Trey lost his smile.

“I don’t know, from my end it looked a lot like he was cleaning up after Treyton Godfather,” Trevor smiled.

“I think he was to a degree, but remember this Treyton…” His Godfather leaned towards him. “When he loses his shit, no one will be able to control him. If you can somehow manage that man, I think the world could sleep again.”

“He can’t be as bad as you’re making him out to be, I mean what’s the worst he’s ever done, torment someone endlessly?” Nelly remarked, rolling her eyes.

Godfather’s eyes went dark and he lost his smile. He rubbed his chin and glanced at Trey with consideration before suddenly answering her question. The table went quiet after he spoke his next words carefully.

“The worst I’ve ever seen him do, was something I couldn’t cover up at all. Tell me Nelly, have you ever seen a building drenched in blood, human bodies, and vile so badly you’d vomit before stepping inside?” Nelly lost her sarcasm.

“I have, on the day he took over as Head of Household. When I received the call from his grandfather, I thought I would be walking in on another clean up. That wasn’t the case this time. No, this time, he hadn’t run and was waiting patiently for me to show myself. I had never shown him my face before, yet he knew exactly who I was.

“He stood in front of the front door to his family home as I approached and handed me a check stained in blood. I asked him what the purpose of this was, and he replied he was paying me.”

“To keep quiet?” Trey asked.

“No, for cleaning up after him for so long. He said it was his way of showing me that he was sincere about cleaning up his own messes from then on. In a way, it was an act of showing he was the one in charge at that point.”

“What did you do?” Trevor inquired.

“I took the check, and asked if he needed the equipment.”

“That must have been one hell of a cleanup,” Monti stated.

“Not really, he burned the whole place to the ground and then took the island off the map,” Godfather explained.

“I’m sorry, what? He did what?” Trey asked, trying to confirm what he was hearing.

“He burned his whole house down, everything inside, didn’t even blink. The only ones outside were his siblings and one servant. Then, after he took his own private jet off the island, he had it destroyed by bombing for almost 2 weeks straight. If that wasn’t a show of resentment and a pointblank way of aiming his hatred of his adopted father at his grandfather, I don’t know what else it would be.”

Okay, so Leonard had defiantly downplayed his rise to Head of Household. He was thinking maybe a clean sweep of personnel and some minor changes in structure. Nope, this was like he had taken a lesson straight from the history books of how to end a personal vendetta. He was suddenly starting to realize that his little dove could peck hella good, making holes through his prey not indents or light injuries, and he had just gotten off of his shit list.

“Wow, so he’s like a legend?” Norman smirked.

“Treyton got roped into being the Wendigo’s play toy, that’s got to suck,” Fredrick chuckled. Trey rolled his eyes, not happy with the analogy, but realizing he may be right.

“My point being, he did you a solid favor by reminding you of how to behave. That, and I know I’d shoot you for interrupting my time off too.” Trey glared at the old man as he smirked in satisfaction at the jab.

***

Blaine was resting, his mind scattered to so many different places as he tried to focus on one thing at a time. In order to achieve, one had to focus and will towards one subject at a time. With his eyes closed, his breathing steadied, he gr gradually relaxed in his reading chair.

“Wendigo huh?”

His eyes opened and he looked towards Trey as he approached him, not bothering to keep a distance at all as he stepped in-between his legs. Trey looked down at him, a spark of lust and admiration lingering in them.

“Who told you about my nickname?” Blaine asked.

“You’re nickname? Isn’t it more like a job title?” Trey asked, leaning down and taking his lips against his own. He gently nipped at Blaine’s bottom lip, the lust now more than apparent on Trey’s face.

“You seem to be in a good mood after being shot for being an idiot not too long ago.”

“Consider this as me saying I’m sorry and I’m here to make it up to you in a more passionate and less desperate way.”

Blaine grabbed his tie and pulled him closer, their mouths coming together and their tongues colliding. He hadn’t had Trey to himself the last couple times, and he was getting restless.

“Does my dove need me?” he asked, whispering it into his neck.

“Yes, right now.”

Trey didn’t waste a moment, pulling him from the chair and letting his legs wrap around him as he paced to the bed. He pulled the shirt off his body and felt the heat of his bare skin, urging his blood to pump faster.

In a rush, they both got naked before Trey ran his tongue over his nipples and toyed with them. He sucked and played at him, leaving his marks all over Blaine’s body.

“How long are you going to play minx?” he grumbled, not happy at the bulging cock throbbing between his legs.

“As long as you want me too,” he murmured, his eyes glancing towards Blaine’s. There was lust there, a desire to do anything and everything Blaine wanted him to do. The look gave him a thrill that made him trickle out cum in excitement.

Suddenly, Blaine no longer had the desire to rush the moment. While it was true he was severely deprived of independent affection from Trey, and he desperately wanted him due to his teasing, he also wanted to savor it for as long as possible. This resulted in his fingers drifting through Trey’s hair and gently provoking his head lower until Trey sucked him off.

The sensation of Trey’s lips tightening around his shaft, and his tongue licking and stroking up and around until it playfully hit his sensitive areas, made Blaine’s cock twitch impulsively. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation with satisfaction until he was rock hard and curling his toes because Trey had started to rub his balls in unison. By then, his hips reached outwards towards him in eagerness as he took him fully down his throat.

Trey continued until Blaine couldn’t hold it in anymore, releasing his seed and letting out a groan of relief as he watched his boyfriend swallow. The act seemed more erratic than usual, something felt different tonight, but he wasn’t sure what exactly.

Trey kissed and then left marks on his thighs before aiming for his hole. He started to suck on him, settling his tongue inside and pushing around the edges to soften them loose. Blaine gasped at the sudden pleasure that was enveloping him with a new sense of longing. This sensation was new for him, it was an emotion tangled with physical need. What emotion was this?