Nick Bateman as the last secondary character, Nikolai Culkin. (I was crying to myself when I was surfing through Nick's instagram because where do they make men like this and where can I get one?)

"No." -Nikolai Alexandre Culkin

Poisonous: Ch. 9

"I fucking hate that bastard. I hope he steps on legos in the dark."

I tiptoed down the hall, muttering to myself what an asshole Alejandro was. I mean, the kiss was adequate but how dare he interpret it as something more? How dare he do such a thing to me twice? The first time, I could understand because he needed the women off of our asses, but why the second time? Huh, did he feel the need to make a point to me?

When we got out of here, I was killing him and there was not a thing Reed could do about it. He should've known that with me pretending to be Alejandro's husband, came consequences. I should've known Alejandro would use that chance to take advantage of the entire situation. He did every time.

Right now was not the time to be thinking about such inferior topics. I needed to find out what Giorgio Manasi was up to. I was currently tiptoeing down the hall that I saw him go down with the girls that he drugged. I hadn't known what he was doing and so to be safe, I turned on the wire hidden deep down in my shirt.

When I turned it on, a signal would be sent to the FBI headquarters and they would start listening to what was being said. Alejandro said that he had something to take care of so I went ahead and started looking for Giorgio's office. I was halfway down the dark hall when I saw a light on in a room to my left with the door cracked open a bit.

"Here boss," A man in black stood opposite of Giorgio and handed him money. I aimed the wire towards them so it could pick up the conversation. "I'll take these women down and get them started." I walked a little bit closer to see the girls on the bed, unconscious. "Yeah, good. Send me some more pictures of the females that you need me to find. Otherwise, just send them to Jay and he'll look for them when I can't." Giorgio licked his lips. "I found a guy that I think I'll make my personal whore." He grinned and the man snorted.

"Whose he?"

Giorgio clicked his tongue. "His name is Keros D'Angelo and he's married to some guy named Mitchell. When I first saw him, I knew I had to make him mine." He sighed and the man twitched. "Did you try the pill on him?" Giorgio shook his head. "No," He replied. "His bitch of a husband doesn't allow him to drink."

"But I'm sure Keros will on his own." He chuckled and I walked away from the room quietly, thoughts and conspiracies coming to my mind.

Giorgio Manasi must be a part of some drug ring where he tests products out on girls to see if it works and the boss of the ring comes to collect his money and his test subjects. Ah, but if I heard correctly, he is the boss. So he might be the creator of this whole organization. He might be the person that has been warned to not come in contact with.

Having come to that conclusion, I continued down the hall silently and went to the last room on the right. When I got inside of the room and looked around, I recognized it as a office of some sort. I took a good look around again and saw large portrait of Giorgio Manasi on the wall behind the desk. I infered that this was his office based off of that and I turned around, proceeding to lock the door.

I walked over to the desk to see piles upon piles of papers on the desk as well as in the chair. Damn, this man hasn't heard of a file cabinet.

I looked through all the papers on his desk and they were just information about the buildings he owned. I looked through the stack that sat in the chair and those were only information about his health problems. There was not a paper in sight that could potentially help this case, so I sat back and folded my arms. If he's apart of this ring, he wouldn't have information in plain sight. He'd be setting himself up for suicide.

"If I were Giorgio Manasi, where would I hide illegal files?" I said out loud and bit my lip in thought.

'Of course.' I thought to myself as I turned around and stared at the big picture of him on the wall. It was so obnoxiously large, why would someone want a picture of themselves that bad? Are they really that conceited?

Unless they're hiding something.

I lifted up the portrait from the corner carefully so I didn't break it and when I did, file folders fell out as well as some pictures. I looked at it in confusion before setting the picture frame back into place. I bent down to pick up the files and held them in my hand.

I opened the file and my eyes widened. There were two big files on this drug ring known as The Underground. It turns out that Giorgio wasn't a lackey of the ring, but he was the boss. He ran everything that happened in the ring. There were pictures of girls and information about them as their name, where they lived, where they worked, etc. There were pictures of the girls that I saw today that were drugged.

But what appalled me was the fact that he was using an illegal drug that rendered you unconscious and you weren't able to remember anything from the time before you took the drug. This drug was known as a severe case of Rophynol. Apparently, he tested it on females to see if it worked in their system and if it did, they were to become prostitutes of his ring.

So not only was this a drug system that sent drugs around and about to people, but it was also a prostitution ring.

He also had files of his men that carried out jobs for him. Man, he was just making this easier for me to turn him in. We could send out a APB on these people and lock them up. Giorgio Manasi, for a man who claims to have everything at his fingertips, you weren't very smart about this.

"Bingo." I whispered myself and jumped when the doorknob started rattling. "Fuck." I cursed to myself as I shoved the files into a zipper inside of my suit and fixed the papers on the desk to make it look untouched.

"What the fuck? I could've sworn I didn't lock it." It was Giorgio Manasi by the tone of that voice. I grinned and walked over to the rug in front of the floor and fell, acting like I fainted. My eyes were rolled to the back of my head and my mouth was wide open.

He finally got the door opened with a few nudges of the knob. When he entered the room, he chuckled. "I see you took a sip of the drink I gave you." He didn't seem alarmed that I was in his office at all. "You probably were looking for a place to sleep and you stumbled into my office." I could tell he was grinning at me. "I normally don't give men the pills, but you are one exception," He ran a hand through my hair and I fought a shudder. "When I first saw you, you were so beautiful and I had to have you."

His hands traveled down my body and he started panting heavily. "Mitchell couldn't have known what to do with this."

Oh, but you do?

When his hands traveled down to my thighs, he began to rub sensually at them. He leaned his head down in the crease of my neck and starting licking and lapping at the skin.

Ew, ew! Why is this happening?

"Hopefully the men will let me keep you." He muttered to himself, sighing heavily into my neck. I wanted to leave so bad, but I had to play the part of the helpless victim.

Then the door busted in, and bunches of FBI men were surrounding us. "Put your hands up!" I peeked open one eye to see Giorgio standing up, hands in the air with a panicked look on his face. "What? No! He wanted it!" He cried helplessly, motioning to my body.

"Giorgio Manasi, you are under arrest for illegal drug distribution and assault. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can & will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you can not afford an attorney one will be appointed to you by a court of law. Do you understand your rights as I have read them to you?" The man asked he walked the handcuffed Giorgio to the door and he nodded in reply.

The man walked him out of the room and Alejandro rushed over to me. "Are you okay, Zanos?!" He asked with a panicked look on his face. "Yes, but my dignity isn't." I motioned to my neck which was still wet from his mouth.

"He sucked on my neck like it was a fucking bottle." I groaned, wiping my neck off but not missing it when a flash of anger ran through Alejandro's eyes. "How dare he?!" He growled out and my eyes widened. "Oh no, it was a part of my plan." I smiled a bit, trying to calm him down but he wasn't having any of that.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. "Alejandro what are you--"

His hot mouth landed on my neck, the opposite side of where Giorgio's was and began sucking on it and licking at it. I was trying to paw him off of me but his tongue was relentless and I couldn't help but moan.

It felt so good, very different than what I had experienced a few minutes ago. While that experience was disgusting and I never wanted to feel that again, I couldn't help but want more of his tongue all over me.

Damn you, Alejandro. Taking advantage of the situation again. Although I disliked him, I really liked what he was doing to me. Tasting my neck like it was the last thing he would ever have.

Then he stopped and whispered in my ear, words that I'll never forget. Words that shamelessly went down to my dick and hardened. Words that had me panting.

"I don't know what he was thinking, but you're mine and only mine."