Page 7 of Merciless Obsession (The Bloodline #2)

EZRA

“ Y ou disabled the cameras?” I asked Emmet, grabbing my driver side door.

He stared at me with a blank expression on his face before opening the passenger door, making sure to grab his book bag before getting out. I chuckled, of course he did. If Emmet was nothing else, he was thorough. Climbing out the car behind him, we walked across the street to Ziora’s townhouse.

She was still tied up at my house. I’d had her for a week now.

My Bumblebee was just as I expected, feisty and full of heart.

Each time I went into the room, she stared at me like she was prepared for a fight.

I knew she took kickboxing and self-defense classes, and while I wasn’t worried about her kicking my ass, it might be fun to see what she was about.

After Nazai stopped by my house and learned I had taken Ziora, I knew it was time to stop playing around and get to business. It was fun to push my brother’s buttons but even he had limits.

I had court this morning, but before I left for the courthouse this morning I made sure to grab Ziora’s phone and house key. She was smart and it was clear she was just as good when it came to computers as Emmet, but I was sure my brother was smarter.

Thankfully the keypad had a key lock for if it malfunctioned, making it easy for us to get inside.

It wasn’t hard to get into her house the first time.

I had Emmet tap into her alarm to turn it off, then went through her back door.

It was a good thing her backyard was surrounded by a wooden privacy fence.

I was waiting inside her downstairs closet.

I originally planned to take her when she was sleeping but seeing her open the gift I left her and the fear and disgust on her face had me acting sooner than planned.

Once inside the house, I took a second to inhale. It smelled like Ziora. Fresh, citrusy, with a hint of some kind of floral, jasmine maybe?

“C’mon,” I told Emmet, heading for the steps.

I was taking him to Ziora’s office. I didn’t have much time to look at it the first time I was here, I just snatched her and her laptop and left.

Since her laptop was wiped clean when I took it out of here, I hoped Emmet would be able to get into her home computer.

Emmet wasted no time going to her desk where the double monitors were set up. He set his bag on top of the desk and got to work. I looked around the office while he did his thing.

It was decently sized, with not too much inside.

Near the door was a five tier, white bookshelf full of books.

I walked over and pulled a few out. There were a lot of nonfiction law books mixed with some forensic ones.

Knowing what I knew about her, I wasn’t shocked to see these.

On the lower shelves it looked to be fiction books, mainly mysteries and thrillers.

“Mhm,” I mumbled, smiling.

Leaving the bookshelf, I looked at my brother. His face was calm, eyes focused. It was a face I had seen plenty of times.

“You get in?” I wasn’t shocked when I got ignored. When Emmet was working, he zoned out. Everything around him became irrelevant. His hands moved swiftly on the keyboard, bouncing from Ziora’s keyboard to his laptop.

Leaving him alone I continued to scan the room.

Near her desk was a three-drawer file cabinet and a large whiteboard on wheels.

Walking across the room, I paused at the file cabinet and attempted to open the drawers, but they were all locked.

One thing I was learning about Ziora was that she was efficient and high on privacy.

I continued to the board and flipped it over.

What was on the other side surprised me.

On one side there was a map of Silver Stone with a bunch of red pins.

The majority of them all in the same area.

Shifting my eyes over, I saw it was an amateur evidence board.

There were a few pictures, one being her sister’s and next to it a man with the words “sister’s murderer”.

I studied both pictures. I knew her sister was taken and killed but I hadn’t investigated it enough to know all the details.

It was clear Ziora didn’t know who was behind everything.

At the top of the board was a picture with a question mark in the center.

Written next to it was “leader”. A few cops I was familiar with were on the board with the names “dirty” and “crooked”.

The words “child trafficking ring” were written with a question mark in the center of the board.

What caused me to halt was seeing my dad’s picture.

I narrowed my eyes and stepped back. He had “judge on sister’s case” and “crooked” under his name.

I brushed my hand down my mouth. Now it was starting to make sense why she had it out for my family. If I remembered correctly, the guy accused of killing her sister had a mistrial then ended up killing himself soon after.

“Hand me her phone,” Emmet called out, gaining my attention.

I stared at the board a little longer before giving him my attention.

I dug into my pocket and pulled out her phone, using my face to unlock it.

While she was sleeping, I unlocked it one night and added my face to it.

Handing over the phone, I stepped closer to the desk and looked over his shoulder.

When it came to computers I only knew the basics.

I could check my email, write a letter, simple things.

What my brother had going on was another language to me.

“Do you mind?” Emmet paused, his voice was tight.

I grinned. “What is all this?” I knew he didn’t like to be bothered when doing his thing. It was why he always worked alone. Even though I didn’t know what the hell was happening on these screens I was curious.

Emmet sighed. He was stubborn, but not more than me. His fingers started moving again. “Her system is good. Something I would come up with. If I’m correct, she has it set up so that one wrong move will wipe the hard drive completely to prevent anyone from accessing what was on it.”

“But won’t she lose everything then?”

“She has a backup somewhere. That I can guarantee. This is gonna take a while. Leave me.”

Just like that I was dismissed.

Knowing how temperamental he could get, I did as he said and turned to face the large whiteboard on the wall next to the desk. On it were a bunch of names, ages, and dates next to them. I tilted my head, taking it all in, then shifted my eyes back to the wooden board.

My Bumblebee was a busy girl.

I turned on my heels and left the office. My next stop was Ziora’s bedroom. It was time to learn the intimate parts of my Bumblebee. I wanted no stone unturned when it came to her. She might like her privacy but she was going to learn there was no hiding from a lion locked on his prey.

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I stepped into the bedroom where my toy was currently confined to the bed with a toothless grin on my face. Another week had passed since I’d had her.

Staying near the door, I leaned against the frame and ran my eyes over her.

Her light brown curls that were normally tamed were frizzy and sprawled all on her pillow.

Her high yellow skin looked paler and had lost some of the glow it once had.

My favorite thing about her was the brown freckles scattered on each of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

My smile heightened as I stepped further into the room and headed for the bed, causing her chestnut brown almond eyes to snap open and shift in my direction. She attempted to break out of the cuffs currently around her wrists connecting her to the bed frame.

“You can’t leave me cuffed here forever. Eventually someone will notice I’m missing and start looking for me,” she snapped, yanking forward.

I snorted and dragged my tongue over my bottom lip.

“The only person who would notice is your friend, what’s her name, Inaya, right? She thinks you’ve been in communication with her the whole time you’ve been here.” I had been texting her friend back on her phone to make sure she wouldn’t be suspicious about her friend’s sudden silence.

Her medium-sized nostrils flared and her jaw clenched as she glared in my direction.

“I knew you and your family were fucked up! When I get out of here I’ma make sure everyone knows how fake the image you all put out is!”

“That indicates I’m going to let you go.” My head tilted slightly.

“What do you plan on doing? Keeping me locked up here for the rest of my life?”

I chuckled lowly, stepped closer to the bed, and loosened my tie. Reaching inside my suit jacket, I grabbed Wilma from the inside pocket and pulled her out. Ziora’s eyes locked on the custom hammer and widened with fright. So far I’d just been taking it easy on her.

Ziora’s body began to shake and her tugs became more urgent.

Lifting Wilma, I ran it from her ankle up to her thigh while keeping eye contact. “No need to be scared. I don’t plan on harming my toy, right now at least.” I smirked.

Licking my lips I moved up and brushed hers with the steel, heavy head of the hammer. Her head yanked back as much as it could with the pillows behind it.

“Now, now Bumblebee. I told you I have no plans of harming my toy.” Her plush pink lips tucked inside her mouth and her eyes cut into slits.

“You know one thing I noticed about you while I watched you?” I didn’t expect her to answer, but her light cheeks did tint red. “That you, my Bumblebee, have a slight oral fixation.”

My dick twitched just thinking about the number of times I watched as she sucked on a sucker when she was running errands.

Even when I watched her in the house she would be sitting at her desk in the living room or upstairs of her townhouse with a sucker, in deep thought as her hands moved across the keyboard fluidly.

“It caused me to wonder if you just liked the flavor of the suckers or did you actually like your mouth occupied all the time.”