Marcus made love to Luca a second time that night. He was slower; lazier the second time around, sliding into Luca while he lay beside him. He held a hand beneath his knee before tilting his lover slightly and hiking his leg up against the clean sheets, sliding his body over him while he kissed his neck and shoulders. He released inside of him while his hands stroked Luca in time with his less energetic thrusts. Whatever Luca said, he knew he was tired, at least a little bit. Once finished, Marcus was positively exhausted but the happiest he'd been in a long while. Too tired to clean up but he did tilt Luca's head back and kiss him deeply before collapsing beside him, a possessive hand thrown over his lover. No more room for conversation or anything else for that matter. He pulled Luca into him and slept soundly.<br/><br/>Morning came around and Marcus knew he was going to have to go into town. There was hardly anything for breakfast and nothing he wanted.<br/><br/>“How did you sleep, Luca?” Marcus asked, stretching and running a hand over his lover's hip. “Sure beats the floor, doesn't it?” He considering how best to approach what he knew was going to be a struggle. Out with it, he decided.<br/><br/>“I want to go early and get it over with. You're going to have to go downstairs. I won't be long and I promise I'll make it up to you. Just a few hours and I'll be home,” he said, wanting Luca to simply agree without a fight. He had a few days to spend at home where Luca wouldn't have to be locked away the rest of the time. He didn't say anything about how it had to be when he went back to work. It wouldn't be as bad this time. Marcus would make sure Luca had plenty of things to do and a nightlight or he could simply keep the lights on. A part of Marcus enjoyed isolating Luca. He liked when he was needy, eager for his company and to spend time together. He'd been sweet that night, mostly agreeable and the sex had been amazing.<br/><br/>Marcus encouraged Luca out of the warmth of his bed, stalling a little bit to touch and kiss the back of his boyfriend's neck. He was in a good mood, on one of his upward swings. It seemed to him Luca was not only learning but responding to his affection when part of it was just the man resigning to his fate; learning how to protect himself. Marcus was delusional enough he didn't understand the difference. He was trying to make the transition to the basement a smooth one, promising things when he returned home. He didn't want to physically force Luca but if pressed for options, he would.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Tomaso didn't remember every person who came into his club. He did generally remember those he spoke to personally. Two officers had shown up at Oh Luar early that evening. Tomaso greeted them with a drink and a controlled expression. He had no idea what they were doing here and so he waited for them to explain.<br/><br/>“We're looking for a young man that went missing. We thought maybe he was seen here,” the officer explained, then gave details of the young man and providing a photograph. “Have you seen him?”<br/><br/>Tomaso looked at the photo.<br/><br/>“I have not,” he said, “but it's possible someone has. Leave a photo and I will ask around for you.”<br/><br/>They weren't here on a real lead. They were here trying to find one, which meant they didn't have anything better to go on. Tomaso withheld his information and they got up without finishing their drinks. On the clock, of course. They'd be investigating Luca's other habits next, trying to get information from those people in the park where he ran regularly.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Tomaso picked up his phone, easily finding his contact for Warren Langely.<br/><br/>“<i>Eu tenho algo para você</i>,” he said and hung up the phone.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>Warren was never far when there was a matter of concern at hand; and a young man turning up missing from the club was a concern. Especially when Tomaso could imagine what had happened. He vaguely remembered the American man he'd been with. Predators could smell it on one another. When Warren showed up Tomaso gave him the information and the photograph and then they stepped into the security area in the back of the bar.<br/><br/>“I'm sorry, I don't think I understand what you want me to do here,” Warren said, pouring himself a drink before following Tomaso. He wasn't a huge man as far as usual muscle was concerned. More so he was deadly and efficient in a finely tuned package, 5'11 and toned. He was a few years younger than Tomaso though he appeared older. Life had been hard on him and he'd been harder on himself. His hair was an even mix of brown and gray.<br/><br/>“No different than what you usually do. Only less mess, or the same.. I don't think it'll really matter in this situation so long as you cover your tracks.”<br/><br/>“You want me to find this kid?” Warren clarified, holding the photo.<br/><br/>“Yes.” Tomaso pulled up the security footage from that evening. The best footage was from the parking lot where there was a glimpse of both of them and some footage of the man's car. Tomaso tapped his finger against the screen.<br/><br/>“<i>E se fosse meu filho? Os americanos pensam que podem fazer o que quiserem</i>.”<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>Warren nodded, not offended by the words. Tomaso was taking this personally. People didn't just walk into his club and wipe their dirty feet all over his floor. He'd track and investigate this person same as he was used to only this time one of the people involved were meant to be recovered alive. Not Warren's usual style but he would get the job done.