"Xander...."

I threw my weight behind the punch.

"Xander..." J said and this time, when I hit the punching bag, there was a loud ripping sound and sand poured out of it. I looked at my hand. I didn't tape up, nor did I use gloves. My knuckles were bruised and bloody.

I flexed my fingers and curled them into a fist. My anger hasn't faded. it's been two days and it hasn't gone anywhere. Two days! Two days since Bram passed out in my arms. The three doctors I had called, told me he was shocked and something about elevated stress levels.

it's been a day since Bram woke up and he had been so scared of something that he just slipped into little space. He was taking a nap right now but I...

"Xander..." J called again and this time I turned towards him. He looks at my hands sand cussed, immediately moving towards me. I had gone through the motions for these two days, showered, styled my hair and put on clothes but once I was done with those I was always at Bram's side. I had to keep up appearances because I had a business to run, a family to take care of and they didn't need to see me out of it. It would cause a ripple effect.

But J knew.

Sweat rolled down my face and my shirt felt wet. I didn't even change, I couldn't hold back and Bram... Bram wouldn't tell me anything.

J walks up and stands in front of me.

"Your boyfriend is awake." J said, his gaze on my knuckles. When he looks up at me, I could see it. The worry in his eyes. It was clear as day. I gave him a nod and walked out of the room, climbing up the stairs. I stopped by the kitchen and pulled out the first aid kit and made a quick work of cleaning my hands up, wrapping bandage around them.

Bram was seated on the bed, yawing, one hand rubbing at his eye, his giant teddy, Chocolate, pressed against him. He looks at me and smiles widely.

"Hi daddy."

"Hey, little one." I said as I moved towards the bed. The duvet was pulled around him and he was wearing a white shirt that said daddy says unicorns are real and baby blue ruffle shorts. "How's my perfect prince doing?" I said as I got onto the bed, pulling towards me.

"Hungry. I wanna eat yum yums."

Yum Yums are what my adorable little liked to call fruits.

"Do you wanna go with me to get them or wait here for daddy?" I asked, running my hands through his curly hair.

"I wait here." he said, snuggling closer, pressing his nose to my neck.

"Alright, baby boy." I said. I let him stay snuggled up with me for bit before I pulled away, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leaving the room. I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I had stepped in when J ends a call.

He looked angry.

"Stuart just called. He looked through the cctv recordings at MS Holdings. Bram had walked the new vice president back to his office and you have to see this." J said, holding out his phone towards me.

I took the phone from him and hit play. There was a man standing there and he says something to Bram and Bram gives a one word reply. The man reached out and Bram was pulled and pushed into the office, the door closing behind them. The videos after it showed Bram rushing out of the office and out of the building.

I hadn't even known how hard I was clenching jaw. I placed the phone on the table and looked at J. Fuck, I was so angry I was seeing red. I could feel it, it was like my blood was boiling. J took a step back from me when I looked at him.

"I want the stupid son of a bitch found and I need it done in three hours! I want him here and in the basement." I said, my voice coming off growly. J takes another step backwards and nods. He stalked out of the kitchen and there it was again, the urge to punch something.

I pushed the thought aside and tried to calm down. Bram needed me upstairs and I didn't want to make him worried. I took a deep breath and let it out, doing it over and over again until I was calm enough. I pulled out the pack of diced fruit I had made earlier today, a bottle water. I poured it into Bram's dinosaur water bottle with the silicone spout. This was turning out to be his favourite cup.

When I got back to the room, I found Bram giggling and laughing. I narrowed my eyes at my little prince, wondering what he was up to.

"Little one..."

Bram looked at me, his eyes sparkly and he was smiling wide. "Daddy... Chocolate said he wants some yum yums too but I told him not be silly." Bram said, turning to shake his head at his stuffie. I chuckled at him.

"Can we watch twirlywoos?"

"Anything, baby bunny."

"Moo..." Bram said and I laughed. He liked doing this, no matter how much I corrected him. He loved it when I called him baby bunny. The diced fruit was eaten quickly and Bram had picked up some strawberries and pushing them into my mouth.

"Little bunny take care of daddy too." he said giggling and looking so proud of himself.

We stayed cuddled on the bed as we watched twirlywoos, some episodes of octonauts. After that came disney movies and Bram loved those, wiggle dancing when Ariel and Sebastian were singing under the sea.

He was so happy. So different from the Bram who had cried himself to exhaustion two days. Three hours later, there was a knock on the door, Bram continued playing with the legos while I told whoever to come in.

J walked in holding what had to be the biggest cotton candy I had ever seen and it was even rainbow coloured. Bram stared at it, his eyes were so wide I thought they were going to pop right out of his head.

When J hands it to him, he lets out the loudest scream and shoved it at me.

"I see it, baby boy. What do good boys say?"

"Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

For the first the time in a long time, J blushed. His cheeks and ears turning red. He looked over at me and handed me his iPad. I shook my head at him. I'd look at it later.

"It's downstairs."

"I'll see to it after dinner." I said. "Thank you, J."

Dinner was a fun event just like it always. For dinner, I made white rice and some beef sauce with diced vegetable and some mango juice. We ate in the living room downstairs while an episode of Sophia the first was playing.

Bram was already sleepy when it was bath time and by the time I slipped him into his polka dot onesie, he was out cold, cuddling next to his stuffie. I stared at my darling boy, my fingers brushing back his hair. Hopefully I would be able to coax him tomorrow, to slip him out of little space.

But... right now, I had something to do.

I stayed there for a bit, making sure he slept okay. A couple minutes later, I walked out of the room, turning off the lights as I went. I walked down the stairs, unbuttoning my shirt as I did and taking off the bandage. J was waiting in front of the basement, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up his elbow.

He hands me the iPad and this time I looked at the files.

William Maden, Thirty one. There were several pictures attached and I scrolled through them. One picture made me pause though. It was of William and Bram. Bram's hair was a shorter here so it must have been years ago. I pinched the screen, zooming in on the picture of Bram. He was smiling, but it wasn't real. I know what Bram's smile look like and it's so bright, like I'm looking directly at the sun or something just so beautiful.

Here it looked forced. Bram's hand was on top of William, their head tilted towards each other as they smiled. It looked like they were at a party. I was about to scroll through when something caught my eye. I zoomed in on the picture and stared. There were dark marks around Bram's wrist. I could see it clear as day.

I pressed my lips together and swiped, reading through testimonials of abuse from two more victims and that's all I had to see. I tossed the iPad aside and pushed open the door.

William was tied onto a chair, both his hands and legs bound. He raised his head when I walked in and glared at me. Oh, he thinks he's a fighter.

"William Maden..." I said.

"This is a crime. I will have you reported!" William said and I raised my brow at him.

"What did you say to Bram?" I asked, going straight to the point. I hated beating around the bush when I needed answers. And unfortunately, William had the answers I needed.

"Bram?"

"Bramwell Micheals." I said, grabbing William by the hair. The door opens behind me and I didn't need to look to know J had walked in with things I needed. There was a sharp metal sound but I don't look up. Not yet.

"You know Bram? Did he pay you to do this shit? That motherfucking weakass bumbling idi-" I raised my hand and punched him right in the eye. I did it again and again, making sure to hit him in the same spot.

His screams were loud but not as loud as I wanted them to be.

I let go of his hair and turned towards J. He was leaning against the wall, his arms covered and the angry expression on his face. On the table in front of him were my tools. It was a bag filled with my favourite things to use.

I grabbed a slim knife and stalked back to William. I promised Bram I wasn't going to kill him but I said nothing about injuring him, marking him and pushing him close to death's door.

"You shouldn't say such things about Bram, to him of all people." J said, voice clearly laced with anger. William looked up at me and I stared at him.

"What did you say to Bram?"

"You can't... you can't be serious. You're doing this because of him? That weepy sh-"

Without hesitation, I plunged the knife into his side, staring William right in the eye as I turned the blade. He wasn't going to tell me what I needed to know so I didn't waste anymore time. He needed to be taught a lesson.

I pulled out the knife, ignoring his groaning. I tore off his shirt and got to work.

"When I'm done with you, you're going to shit yourself." I said, smiling sinisterly.

I dragged my knives through his skin, using up every blade I kept in the bag. The bigger the knife, the bigger and deeper the cuts. His screams were getting closer to where I wanted it to be. I dragged the knife through his skin.

I tossed the knife to the ground and stalked over to the bag, pulling out two bottles of vodka. I tore off the cap and poured it on William and his scream went sonic. He fell to the ground, trying to get away from it. He was a bleeding bloody mess but I still wasn't through.

I wanted him scared enough that he wouldn't be able to talk about Bram or to even think about him. And guys like this think they're strong, they could verbally abuse and bring someone down. As a dom, he was the perfect definition of trash. Doms make sure the subs and littles are willing and safe, they make sure they're not in distress and are actually enjoying a scene and the fact that this man ruined something, this man ruined Bram's life style, made him question and doubt himself, just because he, William Maden, was a piece of shit.

This was just a man looking to harm someone else.

I stalked closer to him, squatting down so I look at him properly.

"I promised not to kill you." I paused. "But I won't let you go. You hurt someone very important to me and I don't forgive that so easily. So I'm going to take my time with you, William Maden."