"Rutherford speaking," I answered.
"Xazix?" the familiar voice asked.
"Mark!" I exclaimed, a huge grin spreading across my face. Mark was my best buddy when I was still a full-time hunter. He still hunted, and his skills were as sharp as ever.
"How have you been? I lost contact with you," I asked him, thrilled to reconnect.
"Changed sims. You know how it works. Where are you, buddy? I would have liked us to hang out together and catch up," Mark replied, his voice full of excitement.
I suddenly remembered that Mark lived in Texas, and the thought hit me like a bolt of lightning. "You still in Texas?"
"Of course. I'm not on duty. Too bad you're in New York-"
"I'm in Texas, buddy. Got in last night," I interrupted him, my happiness palpable.
Mark burst into laughter, still in shock at the coincidence. "So, what do you say we get together like old times?"
"Alright, just send me the address, and I'll be there." I agreed without hesitation.
We chatted for a few more minutes before I hung up. As I looked up, I saw Tann staring at me from the door. "A buddy?" he asked, a small hint of a smile.
I nodded, "Mark, who I've known for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together before I had to leave and go back home."
Tann looked remorseful, "I'm sorry, Xax. I didn't stop to think about how my decision would affect everyone I care about. I just lost control."
I could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke from the door. "I'm just grateful that I found you. Coming to Texas seems to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I found you here, and it doesn't get any better than that," I said firmly, and Tann smiled a little in response.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, and I turned to look at him directly. "I want you to promise me something. I want you to give me your word."
He looked uneasy, and a pained expression crossed his face. "I stopped making promises two years ago," he said reluctantly.
"Do it anyway. I know your word is more valuable than gold itself, and that's why I want you to promise me," I replied.
"What do you want me to promise?" he asked reluctantly.
"That you'll go back to the States with me. Mother is not herself anymore, and father seems to have aged ten years in two years. I want you to promise me that you'll go home with me."
Tann's face became troubled, and I could see him battling with himself. "Roaming the streets and drinking is not the answer, Tann. Please let us help you," I implored him.
I waited for a long time while he tried to sort himself out. Just as I was about to give up hope that he would make the promise, he finally spoke.
"I promise," he said quietly, and I felt a heavy weight lift off my shoulders. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you so much," I said, my voice choked with emotion. I was determined to get my brother back, no matter what it takes.
He sighed, "What happens now?"
Before I could answer, the girl's voice rang out from the living room, "The food is ready!"
I couldn't help but grin. "Every man's favorite words, right after 'let's have sex'!" I joked.
Tann rolled his eyes and turned away from me. "You never change, Xazix. Still the hunter and a manwhore."
I chuckled. "To answer your question, we'll have breakfast, I'll go see a friend, and you can spend more time with the girl and her baby. I might not be back today or tomorrow anyway, but when I am back, we'll leave."
Tann nodded and thought about it for a moment. "Fair enough. What happens when we get back home?" he asked.
A dark expression crossed my face, and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation. "Then, I'll be paying a visit to Billionaire Baron," I said matter-of-factly.
Tann's expression mirrored mine, and he said, "You won't be going alone."
LUDALE MCCULLY
No one is in a better mood than I am. I've never felt better in a long time. Ever since I got the message from the bounty hunter that he had found my wife, I've felt so better.
Oh, the plans I have for little Jasamina. I just can't wait to get my hands on her; so many lessons to teach her, so many things she need to learn. I can't wait to begin her training again.
An image of her lying on the ground while I beat the devil out of her popped into my head, and my fingers itched, already anticipating getting a hold of her again. Another image of her chained on the bed, helpless will my men take turns having their fun filled my mind, and my dick hardened in my shorts.