Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 72: The Double-Cross

Caleb

As usual, Masterson was pissed at me so I got to ride in the trunk with the spare digging into my side. There was a thin carpet between me and the tire, so at least I wouldn’t get a burn from the rubber rolling along my naked skin. But it certainly wasn’t comfortable.

I was panicking about Jacey. I hoped she was alive. I wondered whose hands she had fallen into or if she was still with that asshole of a pervert the sheik. Ibrahim was just as bad, if not worse. Making her work naked. What a load of crap.

The car bumped along cobblestone at some point. Not sure if it was necessary or just Masterson’s plan to have me all bruised up by the time we reached our destination. Most of the trip was highway, as far as I could feel.

Eventually, the car stopped, and the trunk opened. Harsh halogen lighting pierced the darkness. “Caleb, you made it,” Masterson grinned.

“I’m not going anywhere without Jacey,” I reiterated. It would have sounded more threatening if I hadn’t been bound hand and foot at the time.

Masterson laughed, of course. “Ah, Caleb, you always are a stitch. Brandon, pick up our little friend here and get him on the jet. I’m missing a nice port and a good steak.”

Brandon, who I thought I recognized by his build as the man who had originally separated Jacey and me, hefted me out of the trunk and up over his shoulder.

I started to flop around like a fish.

“Do you want to be put out again?” Brandon growled.

I stopped flopping. “No.”

“Good. Then knock it off.” Brandon walked after Masterson up the steps of the jet and into the body of the plane. He dumped me in a leather chair and buckled my lap belt. “Stay,” he commanded.

Like I was a dog.

Masterson sat, and despite my highest hopes, no one stopped the jet from taking off. The brightly-lit tarmac disappeared further and further into darkness as the plane lifted into the air. I looked at the sparkle of lights below that was soon all that was left of Spain. Jacey was somewhere down there, and I had no idea what was happening to her.

I looked around desperately, my mind even considering parachuting out if I could find one. And get out of my bonds. Those were two really big ‘ifs,’ neither of which seemed very likely at the moment.

Leather stuck to my skin as I started to sweat. I tried shifting in my seat, but that just made the situation worse. The leather pulled at my flesh, making sticky sounds every time I moved and causing a sting in the process.

While in flight, Masterson had his steak and port. He didn’t offer me anything, of course. I probably would have spit it in his face anyway. I was still naked, and bound, and I didn’t have Jacey. That put me in a mood, to say the least.

“Ah,” he said, dabbing his mouth with a cloth napkin once he was finished. “As I was saying, Caleb. You are such a pain in the ass.”

“I’d hate to disappoint you,” I quipped back.

“Indeed.” He laid his napkin down. “So, what did you tell the sheik?”

“Everything.” I didn’t bother lying. I was actually still a bit proud of my little rebellion.

Masterson pressed his lips together in a thin line. “I must say, I am disappointed, Caleb. But, I suppose it’s a blessing in disguise. Now you can tell me everything you know about his operations.”

I laughed. “You nabbed the wrong one, then. Jacey was working for Ibrahim.”

“Oh, but I think you still learned a lot. You were with the sheik all evening. Unless he changed sexual preferences since I last saw him, I’m sure he was teaching you things about the business.” Masterson folded his arms over his chest. “Come now, Caleb. We know each other well enough not to bullshit each other.”

I grimaced. “I’m not telling you shit. The sheik still has Jacey. Or someone else has her. Or whatever. But she’s not here, is she? I could be putting her in danger by running my mouth to you.”

“Brandon?” he said in an offhand kind of way.

Brandon came over and smacked me across the face. My head snapped to the side and I briefly saw stars before my senses sharpened and I tasted blood in my mouth.

“Now then. You were saying?” Masterson encouraged.

I spat blood, hitting Brandon’s boot. That made me smile. “I was saying you can go fuck yourself.”

“Hmm. Sorry, not the response I’m looking for.” He nodded to Brandon.

Brandon hit me again, so hard my ears rang. It hurt now, but I was going to look and feel like hell in the morning.

I didn’t care.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Masterson said.

“You can try,” I replied, feeling my eye swell up. It throbbed painfully, sending an answering drumbeat through my head and causing one hell of a headache. “But you’re not going to get anywhere. You should have grabbed Jacey when you had the chance.”

“But then, how would I punish you?” he replied reasonably.

“Dunno. You planning to put splinters under my fingernails next?” I asked.

I could just hear Jacey shouting in my head. Don’t give him ideas!

“Unfortunately, I don’t have any splinters with me, but we can try that when we get home,” Masterson grinned.

“Lucky me,” I responded.

“Oh no. Lucky me. I haven’t tried that one before, and I’ve been so looking forward to seeing how effective it is.” He smiled at the flight attendant who came to clear his dinner setting. “Thank you, Sheila.”

She blushed. “You’re welcome, Mr. Masterson.”

“Would you like to join me in the mile high club again?” he asked politely, as though ordering a second drink.

Sheila fluffed her hair. “I’d love to, Mr. Masterson.”

“See, Caleb?” he said, not taking his eyes off her as he crooked his finger at her and then patted his lap. “This is what a good, willing employee does.”

“Good for her,” I replied.

She pulled up her skirt and shimmied out of her panties, then opened Masterson’s fly before settling herself down on his cock.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust and turned away. Brandon watched the scene with interest as bodies slapped together and wet noises and moans filled the air.

“Not as into watching as I am, are you, Caleb?” Masterson chuckled.

“No,” I responded.

“Too bad. I might have asked you to join in. If you’d been good,” he said.

I could tell they were reaching the end because the sounds sped up and Sheila started making loud, clearly fake sounds of pleasure.

Masterson didn’t seem to care, though. He grunted, and I decided he was finished.

I turned back just in time to see him shove her off his lap.

“Go get cleaned up,” he muttered, waving a hand. “Then, I want a martini.”

“Yes, Mr. Masterson,” she replied obediently and went to the back of the jet where, I assumed, there was a bathroom.

“Now, where were we? Ah yes. The sheik,” he said, glancing at Brandon. “You know, if you prove to be more trouble than you’re worth, I can always do to you what I did to Hank.”

I froze.

“Then you wouldn’t be having any more fun with Jacey ever again. Even if you could get her back,” he pointed out.

Brandon cracked his knuckles as though ready to break my spine right then and there.

But still, I thought of Jacey and hesitated.

“I think this time at the neck. We only need him to be able to talk, after all,” Masterson mused.

With a grim smile, Brandon flipped open a switchblade.

“Fine!” I said. Jacey and I wouldn’t do much escaping together if I was a quadriplegic.

“That’s better,” Masterson beamed.

Brandon looked almost disappointed as he put his knife away.

“What do you want to know?” I asked, wiping my mouth against my shoulder. It was still bleeding.

“Everything, Caleb,” he said. “I want to know everything. But not now. We’ll get to the dirty details when we’re back home.”

Home. That place was never going to be my home.

Masterson settled back in his chair and closed his eyes. “It’s been a long night. I suggest you get some sleep, Caleb. You’ll be, how did you put it? ‘Running your mouth’? All day tomorrow. It’s going to be pretty tiring.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but he just drifted off into a blissful, untroubled sleep. The sleep of someone who did bad things and didn’t give a damn about it.

“I’d do as he says,” Brandon suggested. “It’s a long flight.”

I eyeballed him suspiciously, then closed my eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my face and my attacker at my side. After all, Masterson was the devil I knew. There was some comfort in that. Not as much comfort as there would have been if Jacey had been there with me, but some.

When I woke, the plane had landed, and Masterson was still asleep. Brandon heaved me up onto his shoulder again, and this time I didn’t struggle.

He walked me down the steps of the jet to another nondescript black town car. I imagined Masterson was right behind us.

Only I didn’t hear footfalls. Or voices.

“Back in the trunk you go,” Brandon grunted, opening the trunk and tossing me in like a sack of potatoes.

My elbow hit hard on something metal and I was certain I’d just gotten rug burn on my hip, but I bit back a yelp. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Still no footfalls. “Where’s everyone else?” I asked. “Where’s the envoy?”

“Just you and me for now, kid,” he replied. “I suggest you get used to it.”

I stared at him. “What? Just you and me? What the hell is going on now?!”

Brandon just grinned.

And slammed the trunk shut, leaving me in the dark.