11. Fun

Xander

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I let out a low growl as I stared down at the pictures in front of me. It had taken a week to find out everything I needed to know about this guy. This Moy.

J was seated right in front of me and he even looked pissed off. There were several pictures of Moy walking, phone to his ear, staring down at his phone, talking to staff. There were also photos of Moy at a club, photos of Moy cornering a woman in a bathroom, hand up her skirt.

"She also works at MS Holdings." J said, gesturing to the papers that came along with the pictures. The more I read, the more upset I became. This son of a bitch, this motherfucking asswipe had the audacity, the fucking effrontery, the gall, the balls, to touch Bram.

"I am going to kill him." My voice came off deeper, anger bleeding through my words.

Bram was not the only one being harassed by Moy but he was the only one who had spoken up about it. He had even submitted evidence to HR and then said evidence would go missing the next day. I already knew what I had to do.

A glance at the clock hanging on the wall across me, and behind J, tells me the time was three thirty. I got up from my chair and J follows.

"Let's go."

I grabbed my jacket, wallet and phone before walking out of my study. J could tell I was angry, he knew I was and kept at least a handful of paces behind me. The car ride to MS Holdings was tense and the closer we got to the building, the angrier I get.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I slid it out. For the first time in hours, I smiled when I saw it was a text from Bram. I tapped open the message and smiled even wider when I see he had sent me a selfie. His curly hair was loose, framing his face, he had on a black shirt with the button done all the way to his neck and the was smiling so wide at the camera.

My gorgeous boy.

He had been through a lot with this harassing maggot. He pushed through it and went to work everyday. My brave, brave boy.

I had gotten so lost staring at the picture that I didn't notice we had gotten to MS Holdings until J called out my name. Stan gets out of the car and pulls the door open for me and I got out. I didn't tell Bram I was going to visit his workplace, I didn't tell Bram about investigating Moy, I wanted to give him enough space and information that if something goes wrong he could deny, deny, deny.

Immediately we stepped into the building, all eyes zeroed in on J and I. I smirked. I didn't need to be close enough to hear the whispers. My jacket spoke for itself. The intricately designed wolf sewn across the black jacket.

I had enough information on Moy to know what floor his office was. We stepped into the elevator. See, the thing about assholes, especially rich ones, is that they tend to be overconfident. They want attention, seek pleasure, want people below them to suck their dicks and the thing about rich assholes who were higher up in a company is...

They tend to want an entire floor to be theirs.

The elevator doors pulled open and the anger is snarling inside me, clawing, trying to get out. Moy's secretary stands up when I walked out.

"H-how may I help you?" She asked.

"Is he in?"

"Do you have a meeting scheduled, sir?" She asked.

Any other day and I'd be amused. However, today wasn't any other day. I walked past her desk and pushed open the door to the office. It was the only door on the floor and it had Moy's name on it. J doesn't follow me in, he leaves me to do my business.

Moy was talking on the phone and I just watched. He was talking on the phone, laughing as he talked.

"Who needs consent? I say, if they're drunk, go for it."

Real piece of work.

I walked over to his chair and had just taken a seat when Moy looked over. He looked like he was ready to snap at me when his gaze caught my jacket. I held out my hand.

"Phone."

He doesn't hesitate to put it in my hand. I pressed the power button, making sure the phone was switched off before I spoke again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Moy." I said, smiling at the man.

"The insignia I recognize but not you." Moy said and I simply just stared at him. Big words for something who had just handed me his phone with a shaky hand.

"I came to talk. Have a seat." I said, nodding towards the seat that was across me.

The other thing about rich assholes, was that, they were scared possums when it comes down to it. The money gives them confidence and I... take the confidence away. Leave them scared little messes that kept looking over their shoulders and thinking twice before they act.

"I am here because you touched something of mine." I said and Moy frowned before shaking his head.

"I haven't."

"So... you haven't touched Bram?" I asked, keeping my tone levelled. I keep my gaze trained on hs face, watching his reaction, the way his nose scrunched up when he put two and two together.

"Bram is your boyfriend? He never said anything." Moy said, placing both hands on the table as he looked at me. I grabbed the Swiss knife from the inner pocket of my jacket playing with it underneath the table.

"You're here because of Bram? You can take him. I thought he was fair game, he is not special and definitely not worth a-" I didn't hold back. In the blink of an eye, I slammed the knife right into Moy's open palm.

Moy howled in pain, screaming.

He had insulted Bram right to my face. This fucking useless pervert. I pushed out of the seat, the swivel chair hitting the window with a loud thud as I walked over to Moy. He was on the floor now and he was crying. I haven't even begun.

"If you want to live, you're going to do exactly as I say."

it seemed Moy wasn't listening so I had to drive a point home. I pressed my leg against the knife and it dug deeper into his palm and onto the rug.

"I will! Please, please stop."

I squat down to his level. "A friend of mine is going to walk you out of this office. You are going to laugh with him on your way out of this office and out of this building. You are going to act like you aren't bleeding, like you aren't in pain. Am I clear?" I snapped, tugging on the pervert's hair hard.

"Y-y-yes."

I grabbed the knife sticking out of Moy's palm and tugged it out. I ignored the loud wail he let out and wiped the knife against his clothes before sticking it back into my inner pocket. I had promised Bram, his pervert boss wasn't going to die. So I'll just have to instil fear into him.

I walked out of the office and J goes in to do his part. I felt a bit calmer now that I had let out some of my anger. Moy's secretary was no longer there and I was partially tempted to visit Bram. I wanted to see him in his element.

J walked out a couple minutes later with Moy. Moy had on black sunglasses, his tear tracks were gone and he was clutching his jacket in his hand. I take a step towards him and he flinched so hard, I couldn't help but laugh, J joining in.

I gave the two of them a five minute head start before taking the elevator down.

To Curly Bram: you look adorable

I wanted to type out, my adorable baby boy but thought better of it. He said he wasn't a little. I had doubts because his words shook when he had spoken them but I wasn't going to push. My phone buzzed in my hand and hey, it was a reply from Bram.

From Curly Bram: I know I am

Another message comes in.

From Curly Bram: you're here. Ryan said he just saw J walk out of the building with Moy.

And another message,

From Curly Bram: and they were laughing? What the fuck? Do you guys know moy? Are you not going to help me anymore?

I scowled at the cuss word. I didn't like it when Bram, it didn't sound right when it was coming out of his mouth. Sexually, ow that would be alright, might fine even but for everyday use. No. I immediately tapped the call icon and Bram picks after three rings.

The elevator stops and pulls open, I stepped out, my phone pressed to my ear.

"We aren't buds. Moy is just doing as he was told, Bram." I said once he picks my call.

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you later. I just came here to pick up trash and I'm on my way back." I said and Bram sighed. Was it in relief? I couldn't tell.

"Come and say hi."

"I would but I don't want to pull you into this right now. How about I send a car to pick you up later?" I asked.

"That okay. I'll see you at dinner."

"Of course, kitten. Have a lovely day."

It irked me to know that there was a reason behind Bram telling me he wasn't a little. It annoyed me to know someone might have intentionally hurt him. I wondered how long he had been this way? Sometimes he would say something or act in a way, then all of a sudden he'd go tense like he remembered something.

It made me want to hit something.

And thankfully, I had a new punching bag.

I walked out of the building and Stan holds open the car door so I could step in. j and Moy weren't in this car with me, they had taken another. I took out my phone and pulled up the selfie that Bram had sent to me.

Never in my life have I met something as gorgeous, as beautiful, as kind, as smart, as caring, as wonderful as Bram. The way he laughed, his walk, his hair, fuck, I loved his hair. The twinkle he gets in his eyes when he says something sharp and witty.

Everything.

I haven't felt this way about anyone ever.

Bram deserved everything good. Sunshine, rainbows, everything and I am going to give them to him. Never going to make him want for anything. Going to keep him safe and make him happy. And with the way we were going, it's going to happen.

If anyone so much as looks at, breaths, come close to, or touch him a bad way, they will my wrath. I normally don't act like this. Everyone, both in, and outside the family, knows I am level headed. Scary but calm.

However, knowing that someone had hurt Bram.

Knowing that this Moy had made Bram uncomfortable, unsafe and scared, made me want to punch him in the face until he was unrecognizable. And maybe I will.

Once I got home, I took off my jacket, tossing it towards one of the boys who hurriedly grabbed it. I brought my hands up, cracking my knuckles and stretching out my fingers. I took the stairs all the way down. It was just an empty room with tan walls, I pushed through the single black door and smiled when I say Moy

Moy was on his knees, his head bent. When I stepped into the room, he looked up and immediately started to beg. I rolled the sleeve of my shirt up to my elbow and J leaves the room, making sure the door was shut behing him.

Moy's hands and legs weren't bound. I liked it when my prey struggles.

Oh, this was going to be fun.