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Chapter: 21
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Blade (Zac)
Summary: The death of their parents broke Taylor and Zac apart. Each of them went his own way of life, Taylor became a famous superstar and never thought that his profession would bring his life in danger someday. Blade (Zac) buried the past and lived his life contentedly in his dark and dirty world as a pimp. Because of some unexpected circumstances Blade got hired as Taylor's bodyguard and the brothers saw each other for the first time after almost a decade. How will they find a way to each other again after the past had put thick walls between

Excerpt: My erection died in the moment I saw my blood dropping down on her. What the fuck was happening to me?

Authors Notes:
Like promised here's Chapter 21. Chapter 22 will be updated as soon as possible.

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"I know what that is. It's a sex toy!" Lisa suddenly giggled and brought everyone out of their tenseness with her stupidity.

"Wise words. For Mary Poppins here at least." I answered sarcastically which made her smile as if she just received her first A+ grade in school.

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I turned my attention away from her and towards the rest of my half-way thinking audience.

"I'm gonna leave this handgun here for your safety. It is only for emergency cases, understood?! From now on, you will keep it under the counter in the reception room and IF something serious with any clients happens, you girls will not hesitate to use it, give me a call and if it's possible I'll come asap. My new cell phone number is here in the record."

I made a short pause before I ended "Alright. That's all for now."

None of them was delighted about my sparse speech but it comprised all informations they needed to know. I knew that the imagination to use a gun scared the hell out of them, but there was no other way for now.

I didn't fucking chose this fucked up situation!

My brothel without my daily attendance could only go to hell in a handbasket. They probably sensed it already, just like I did.

But since when was fucking life fair?

Two of the girls had began to cry and were hugging each other. The others sat there with signs of uncertainity marked in their worried expressions. Only Lisa didn't seem to be aware of the news and was more interested in twisting her locks, instead of realizing what the change meant for all of them.

However. That emotional bullshit was something I just didn't know how to deal with.

"All right. Then. Go'n git!" My last sentence to them was calm and maybe even filled with a some sadness in my tone.

I went back behind my desk, sat down again and put my shades on. The girls knew that any discussion would be futile, so they quietly left the room like a congregation of mourners, with the only difference that they were grieving about their upcoming loss of money.

Chantal was the last one. She stayed in the room, closed the door after the others were gone and turned around to me.

"Sir?" She asked carefully. "Did anything serious happen? You seem so stressed since yesterday."

Her pretty brown doe eyes gave me a questioning look as she came over to me.

"I have another job which I can't refuse. That's all you need to know." I declared shortly and looked down at the record again to scribble a retarted looking stick man.

They wouldn't stop asking questions anyway, so actually it made no difference to inform them about my new job earlier or later. Slowly, she moved toward me like a cat as she bent down a bit as she reached me and stroked a strand of my long hair behind my ear. Her risqué neckline was within one's reach.

"I hope it's not better than this job, Sir?" Her warm breath tickled in my ear.

Fuck! That bitch got me again.

I let the pen dropping down on the table as she drew closer to me, her movements so smooth like a gazelle. Even though all of her overtures wouldn't work to grill me about getting more information, I couldn't resist to pull her on my lap, Chantal managed once again to arouse the animal in me...

Eagerly, I began to stroke her tits through her deeply plunging blouse.

Maybe, a short Quickie before I had to leave would help me to cheer me up a bit...

She moaned and tilted her pretty head backwards, her dark brown hair was stroking over my bladebone. Impatiently, I pushed her down from my lap and hurriedly opened the zipper of my jeans.

"Get going bitch, I don't have all night." I looked down at her and grabbed a bunch of her dark hair.

At least she apparently had learned from yesterday; this time she immediately kneeled down between my legs, eagerly watching my crotch.

How could any other fucking job be better than this? Fuck
! I must catch that Twinky Winky as soon as possible...

Sadly, I wasn't supposed to get some fun this time though; the quick foreplay suddenly got interrupted as she jumped back a bit when a few drops of blood had covered her hands.

What the fuck?

It was my own blood. Where the fuck did it come from?

"Sir, is everything alright?" She looked up to me, with a worried frown. "Your nose is bleeding."

"No shit..." was all I could utter.

She quickly stood up, hurried towards the adjacent bathroom and came back with a few tissues in her hands. At the same moment I noticed that even my shirt was already soaked with my blood. She was about to wipe away the blood from my face, but I quickly whipped the tissues out of her hands and did it by myself before she had a chance to do it.

"Can I do anything else for you?" She asked shyly, just stood there, looking down on me and gave me some pitiful glances. That pissed me off again, I didn't fucking need anyone's sympathy no matter how fucking shitty I looked right now!

"Yes. Leave me alone!" I commanded in annoyance and motioned her to walk away. She sighed offended and buttoned up her blouse on the way out of my office.

"Don't forget the fucking gun and the record!" I reminded her, sniffing the blood up my nose. She turned around, took the stuff and then hurried out of the room.

I sighed and closed the zipper of my jeans. My erection died at the moment I saw my blood dropping down on her.

What the fuck was happening to me? Was I getting insane already?

I had to get out of here asap. Obviously, I was so turned off by my new life with my fucking brother already that my body didn't even grant myself some relaxation anymore.

Not even fucking sex worked. Since I worked for my brother was my life full of bullshit, bullshit and more bullshit...


I threw the tissues away and left my brothel shortly afterwards. A cloud of depression overtook my senses, wherever I went... and it never left me.

I was cruising through the streets of Los Angeles again, thinking about what I just had done to Chantal and the other girls and what the sudden change of my life would mean for me. Sure, my life had been a daily routine, but actually I had lived contented in it.


The return to my brother and my past did nothing more than reopen old sores, but no matter how much I suffered, I had to go through it and make up for the guilt I caused on Santiago...

Resigned, I turned the radio on to drown out the loud voice in my head.

In an unforgiving way
He took twenty years away
What was he thinking of that day?
Didn't live to see just how you were today

Surprise... He stole your pride
There's so much for you up here
Where the air is blue and clear
And the city down below is full of fear

Thought I knew you as a child
But you kept it all inside
And you hid it all so well
Didn't notice you were living in a hell...

It seemed that I could find a piece of Taylor and me in almost every song that I heard...

A while later I arrived at my shabby
apartment around 8 pm. I still had a few hours left before I had to drive back to hell. Even though Santiago wasn't in the mood to cheer me up this morning, somehow I needed the company of a friend. I didn't want to show him how much I was suffering in this fucking job already while I walked into his bar with a red, bloody soaked shirt on, so I drove home first to get changed. I fucking hated to show weakness.

Back in my quiet apartment, it felt comfortable, sadly it was only temporary. The fact that Bandito wasn't there to greet and jump around me as I opened the door only reminded me again that my life was going to change. I could only hope that my dog buddy could handle the strange area better than my messed up self. The life that I learned to live in the last few years had become my safe zone. I thought it would be like this for long. I was doing ok until that dumb white bubble bitch Skye changed everything. I would always have a bitter taste of the past because of him. It felt like torture. I was a devasted young man back then and now, it was all coming back to me. I felt caught, it felt suffocating. The loneliness, the past, what I did to Santiago and what I did to myself just to forget...

I gritted my teeth.

"Stop with that fucking pathetic bullshit Blade!" I spat to myself. It didn't change anything. I just had to catch that psycho, then I could leave immediately. I sighed and pulled the strands of my hair into a ponytail. I would do what I have to do and that's it.

As I opened my clothes cupboard and pulled another random shirt above my head, I thought about how many clothes I would have to take with me for my stay at the fucking faggot brothel house.
Frowning, I looked up to my duffle bag lying on the top shelf covered in dust, then to the wardrobe where my back pack was hanging.

Back pack, no question!

I didn't even want to think about a possible longer stay with my brother than only a few days. It didn't bear contemplating. Uninterested, I grabbed a handfull of clothes out of my clothes cupboard and a few other things which I would need for the stay and stowed them listless inside in my backpack. They just would have to last out!

When I was on my way to Santiago's bar shortly afterwards, I began to feel tired. I didn't get much sleep last night and the constant asskicks from my fate had tired me. If Santiago would be in a good mood this time, maybe he would have mercy and even let me sniff a line...

I shook my head about my unreal thoughts. Of course I fucking knew that Santiago wouldn't gave in, but the longing for some cocaine made me to tell myself things, even though I already knew that they wouldn't turn out that way.

Stay fucking realistic, Blade!

Sure I could look for another dealer to get some snow, it wouldn't be difficult to find someone else in this district, but it wasn't my style to betray my best friend. I had to pull myself together and shrug the unreal hopes off me.

Even though I couldn't expect understanding from Santiago, the sight of the neon sign from his bar above the window pane always caused a feeling of familiarity in me.

And I knew that I was home.

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Date: 2014-02-01 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I wonder what's happening with Blade now. His inner fight and the loss of cocaine effect him so much, that he is like a ticking time bomb. Hopefully Santiago will help him to calm down.

Please more soon!

Date: 2014-02-05 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
yes that's true. More about Santiago and Blade will be revealed in Chapter 22 which we just updated. :)

Thank you very much for your feedback! ♥♥♥

Date: 2014-02-03 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I feel bad for Blade. He seems to be under a lot of stress. Although his life is not the best one could have, not even close, He seems to be at peace with it. Now all the pain from the past is resurfacing and making him feel lost again. However, I think or at least I hope that the time he has to spend with Taylor will eventually do him and Taylor some their long lost relationship. Perhaps they can works things out time.


Date: 2014-02-05 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
yes Blade and Taylor are very far away from each other at this time and they both suffer in different ways. We'll see how their friends can help them to go through it until they'll realize how much they need each other.

Chapter 22 is updated now too. Thank you very much for your feedback! ♥♥♥

Date: 2014-02-05 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Blade is so rooted in his new life, he must have went through much pain that he strive so hard against looking back. I'm interested to see how he and Taylor will find a way to each other.

Date: 2014-02-05 08:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
thank you, you're right he went through a lot. We'll tell more about Blade's past experiences in future Flashback Chapters.

Chapter 22 is updated now too. Thank you very much for your feedback! ♥♥♥


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