I am torn between two brothers and don't want to choose between the two of them. They both give me something different, and they both love me. I love them too but differently as well. I know it is wrong, but I can't help myself. The passion the three of us generate together is unstoppable, and they know it as well as I do. I am so fucked up and feel that the world won't understand.
Nothing is as it seems. I keep remembering. I have been put through hell. It is all because of one man-or so I assume-and that is Victor Grant. Even he isn't as he seems. He isn't who he claims to be either. Everything is one big mess. I try to stay one foot ahead of him, but he is always a mile ahead of me. He causes me to break every rule I have in place for myself to keep me grounded when it comes to love, sex, money, life, or whatever, and now the only rules I am playing by is his, not mine.
I have to do things that I am not proud of, and I have to make sacrifices that no one my age should have to make. I have to do things that I don't want to, but I am slowly becoming accustomed too and, honestly, enjoying the more I did it.
This cat-and-mouse game with Mr. Grant is taking another turn, and I will not stop until I have made sure that my family is back together again. I have to do it for my dad this time, and regardless of what I am up against, I will succeed because I won't stop until he has Mother back in his arms. Failure is not an option. I have gotten Antonio and Dad back home, and now I'll do the same and get Mother back-no matter what.
I am determined. After all, my name is Philip Eugene Stevens, "Storm." And I always get what I want and eventually on my terms.
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Storm Book IV
By Steven Paul - Germané
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Surely after several weeks of no contact with us, mother must have known that she wasn't on vacation and that everything I had tried to tell her and what my brothers had tried to tell her was a reality. Victor Grant and Michael Stevens were identical twins and if she hadn't figured it out, my dad surely did, because although he never saw the man behind the mask, my brothers and I as well as Julio had interacted with our look a-like father for the last month or two and our bodyguards also.
We fired Chase and Stefano and the chip that had been in my arm had been completely removed with my arm healing quite well. My body was healing from the brutal beating that I had taken in the warehouse by those guys. I had no idea how they looked or who they were. No one talked about what happened and Julio didn't push the issue. He was just thankful I helped bring Antonio back home and because of that he was very grateful and figured in time, if I wanted to talk about it, I would. But for now, he didn't care about anything except for the fact that his brother was back home and I was somehow responsible for finding him.
Adam had tried to make a case against Chase, Carlos, Stefano and Jeff, but had no grounds for his case and couldn't get past the district attorney good enough to even hint a possible conspiracy or anything else. However, the four of them were still located at the Grant Stevens Corporate Offices running the company for Victor and not wreaking any havoc on me, because everything was still hot and being investigated by the police. They knew they were being watched. We were pretty sure that Victor got to the judge and the D.A. because of it being election year and they needed his money to keep funding their elections.
I focused most of my attention on Julio, and the fact that I didn't want to be used as a puppet anymore. I still had every intention of finding Johnnie Lee and Casey as well as my mother, but I knew that I had to get my strength back before I could get back to my sleuth ways.
A lot of people suffered and died over the last few months and I almost lost my life and I knew that whatever I did, that as long as I had Julio, Jake and Adam in my corner and my brothers of course, that we'd find mom. I, for one, wouldn't stop looking until we had her back home with us safe in our dad's arms.
Another shake up was coming at Three Points and although my brothers and I still held our positions, Debra had decided that she wanted to head the New York City Regional Offices of Three Points and moved there after father had approved her transfer and her position. She'd still have to deal with Patrick; just not work as closely as she had to with him. Patrick still ran the Domestic division of the company. Finding a replacement for Debra would be hard, but we were all sure that it was the best thing for everyone. Phu left the company for safety's sake and after working with Phil and Jake concerning security related technology, he ended up leaving and going to work for his grandfather in Chinatown in San Francisco because all the excitement that he had recently had had taken its toll and he needed something just a little less crazy. I said goodbye to my last remaining college friend as did Phil.
The search for qualified candidates led my brothers and me, along with the help of father to promote Jeremy's father Jordan to head of the accounting department and Marcello who was already CFO was promoted yet again. Father with the help of me and my brothers ended up hiring a lady by the name of Jessica Lynn Smith who was in her mid-thirties to be the new PR manager with the loss of Maria Gomez, but she looked like she was in her late twenties and Christopher Stiles to handle Debra's region who was also in his mid-thirties but looked really good for his age and could easily pass for his late twenties without any second guessing. They both had great references as well as job related backgrounds. We were all thrilled that we connected with them rather quickly and well when we interviewed them, that we knew they were perfect fits for the company.
Father was moping around the house and at work, worried about mother and although we never let information out about mom missing, we knew that it would be a matter of time before people caught whim of something going on with the Stevens family again. Antonio had returned back to his rightful place on father's right hand side again and Julio and me, although we weren't having sex yet because of me completely healing. We were still very much intimate, just not sexually. There wasn't a day that went by that I wasn't going over things with Jake and Adam about trying to see if there were any leads concerning my mom, Johnnie Lee and Casey; even Verna.
We still had positions within the company to fill, especially with our security team as well as for the security team at home. A part of me wanted Carlos and Stefano to continue being security for us, but knew that they never were security for the family, they only did what they were told and that was to keep an eye on me for Victor Grant. We still had Marcus, Douglas and Julio, besides Antonio, but that was for the house and for work and that wasn't enough personnel to protect everyone just in case something happened again. Between the four of us, we knew that finding good bodyguards would be hell and Antonio was all out of people he knew at the moment, that he felt could be mutual in their respect and their opinions concerning anything that happened in the Stevens' household, less more at the company.
It didn't seem like two weeks had already passed with mom being gone, but we knew that Victor wouldn't hurt her, especially if he was still playing up like he was dad. The thing is she had no clue and it bothered all of us knowing they were together and the fact that she hadn't made an attempt to call could only mean that he was showing her the world and they were enjoying it. However, my father was definitely trying to find them and there wasn't a day that went by that he wasn't on the phone calling his international connections looking for some sign or hope that she was there, but acting like he was Victor, instead of himself.
Patrick was standing in his receptionist area when he saw me passing by and called for me to come to him. I briefly spoke with Marcus. Patrick and I went into his office.
"What's up lil bro?" Patrick asked. "You've been keeping to yourself a lot lately," he observed.
"Yeah," I said. "I've just been trying to deal with mom being with Victor and she having no clue it was him instead of father."
"Yeah, I know," Patrick returned. "How can you not know your husband?" he questioned.
"I know right," I added. "How are you doing since Debra moved?"
"You know," Patrick started. "I'm honestly good because I realize that I wasn't over Bethany and had jumped into something with Debra without thinking about it and because I thought she was hot," he admitted. "I guess I never really loved Debra and it was about the sex," he continued.
"Yeah," I laughed. "Sex is a powerful thing if the one you're having it with ..." I stopped.
My mind suddenly drifted to Adam and then to Antonio. Damn I hadn't had sex in a couple of weeks. Julio had been right there waiting patiently for me to heal from being torn so badly by the horse hung white guy, who had no problems tearing my insides out with his massive dick.
"What's wrong?" Patrick asked looking at me smiling, curiously.
I nodded my head. "Nothing." I lied. Truth was I was becoming horny.
"Ahhh, the sex thing," Patrick picked up on. "You and Julio still a hot item?"
"You know," I said sitting on Patrick's desk in front of him while he moved around in his desk chair. "I constantly think about Julio and Antonio," I let out. "God. Antonio is thirty-five and the sex is great. He's ten years older than me and Julio is around my age and trust me." I stopped.
"So ... you don't know which brother you want?" Patrick asked, adding to my dilemma.
"Yeah," I paused. "I want Julio but the sex between Antonio and I was off the chain. I haven't had sex since being raped in the warehouse," I informed him.
"What about coke?" Patrick asked.
"I hit a little to help me through the day." I started, ".but not enough to make me horny and want to do anything," I paused briefly. "They almost killed me with those needles in the warehouse and it scared me. I'm just glad that Victor isn't trying anything stupid right now. I'm sure we'll be hearing from him soon, especially when mom gets tired and she's ready to come home," I acknowledged.
"Yeah," Patrick agreed. "I figured as soon as mom becomes bored and wants to come home, then the shit will hit the ceiling again." He paused also, stretching in his chair. I could see his dick was hard from us talking about sex.
My cellphone went off. I took it out of my pocket and saw who was calling. "I've got to take this," I remarked. "It's Adam."
Patrick saw me looking at his dick and smiled, not trying to hide it. He pushed it down so it wouldn't be so obvious as I watched him, smiling back. Patrick eyed me curiously. "Ahhh, speaking of drama." He laughed out loud. "Yeah, you go get that." I knew what he was implying and smiled back at him as I got up from the desk and walked away.
I left out of Patricks' office and went to meet with Adam, who had just made it downstairs and was in Jakes' office. He wanted to see me and let me know that he had just received a tip about Johnnie Lee and Casey that I should be made aware of. I wasn't going to like it. Adam had to let me know in person instead of over the phone so he was waiting with Jake to tell me.
As I walked through the doors of Jakes' office, I saw the two of them talking to one another. And then turning around smiling at me, I heard Adam start in on me. "Wow, there you are stranger. Haven't seen you, since the warehouse incident. Hopefully you're doing much better?" he began.
"I've recovered," I let out honestly.
"Don't let him lie to you Adam," Jake exposed. "He just came back to work yesterday and its two and a half weeks later," he informed him.
"Thanks for that reminder," I snapped at Jake.
"Awww, do I hear a little protesting," Adam imposed upon me. "I have something that will wake you up pretty quickly," he expressed.
"If it's not about you finding my mother ..." I expressed, "... then I honestly don't want to know."
"I think you'll want to hear this," Jake confirmed.
Adam walked up to me and then looked me over with his eyes. His smile caused a stirring in my asshole. He was so beautiful, I ached from wanting him so badly but played it off.
"I received a tip from Stefano today," Adam let out.
"How do you know it was Stefano?" I asked.
"Stefano and I've been talking some since this went down and he expressed concern that you were still in danger as was your brothers and father," Adam continued. "Johnnie Lee and Casey are in L.A." he finished.
I looked at Adam trying to see if he would blink or something that would say he was making this all up, but there was nothing. I looked at Jake too and he just shook his head from side to side.
"Damn," I began. "Here we go again."
Both Adam and Jake laughed. They had thought the same thing too and that's why they were sort of laughing a little as I came into the room.
"We know," Adam started all over again. "Our only problem is, do you think your father could recognize them if he saw them? From my understanding of the whole situation when they were growing up, they were pretty young when he became the black sheep."
"I have no clue," I confirmed. "So ... that means they could be anywhere and everywhere," I also acknowledged.
"Yeah," Adam and Jake both let out at the same time.
"So, fellas," I said trying to change the subject. "Since when did the two of you guys become so close?"
Jake answered that. "When we discovered we had the same interests," he exposed.
"And that would be?" I tried to get the information out of him.
"Let's just put it this way," Adam responded. "It's the hate Storm fans," he laughed. I rolled my eyes at both of them. "Just joking man," Adam played on.
"Ok," I said returning to my sleuth self again. "What are the three of us going to do about it?" I asked.
"You aren't doing anything," Adam announced publicly. "Jake and I will handle this and go from there," he said.
"Here's the problem with that," I protested. "First of all, if Victor is using Johnnie Lee and Casey to get to us this time, he's coming after me again. He doesn't know I betrayed him and figures that he can still trust me, so he'll be using me yet again, to keep everyone in check. It would be crazy for him to change a winning hand by using Patrick or Phil because he knows they aren't as open as I am about doing things. So with that in mind, you need me to work my angle."
Jake cut me off. "You'll be working something, but it won't be an angle," he threw out there.
"Wow," I let out. "So you're stooping to a whole new level now," I added trying to be serious and staring at Jake. I was standing and walked over to Jake, who was sitting in his chair and put my hand on his shoulder. Jake tried to move and I held him in place. He tried to say something and I put my finger to his lips and shushed him. "Now," I explained. "If I can control you, then I can control, my uncle... Victor."
Adam laughed out loud causing a negative response from Jake. "Fuck you Storm!" Jake vocalized.
"If I recall," I exposed. "You have fucked me before and it was a damn good fuck," I continued to play with his head. "And I've fucked you and it was good also."
Adam threw his hands up in defeat and told Jake, "I'm not touching that one!" he laughed. "Ok," he stated. "But you're damaged goods right now after that severe rape man," Adam reminded me. "And you know how your uncle plays."
"Yeah, but trust me," I countered. "I will do what I need to do in order to end this mess once and for all."
"Well," Adam said looking at me as I moved to the corner of Jake's desk and sat down on it crossing my legs. "You're going to have to get in touch with the crew at the GS offices," he released. "In fact, Stefano is looking forward to seeing you again."
I looked at both Adam and then Jake. "How did you manage to get to Stefano," I questioned him curiously.
"Stefano tried to help you," Adam started. "In fact, he made sure that he told you to do whatever they told you to do in the warehouse or you'll end up dead. He told me to tell you that everything you see isn't what you are looking at," he let out, not for sure if he had stated it correctly but I knew what he was saying.
"Damn," I said shaking my head. "Stefano has always had my back and I realize that he was doing his job and his life was on the line if he didn't, just as Carlos', Jeff's and Chases."
"He wants to see you," Adam let out.
"Look," I said getting up and moving away from the desk and away from both Adam and Jake. "I don't know if I want to get my brothers involved in this or my father, so for right now.. lets just keep this between the three of us."
"What about Julio or Antonio?" Adam asked.
"What about them?" I answered with a question.
"I was assuming that you and your playmates have no secrets?" Adam attacked.
"I only have one playmate." I responded. "... and that's Julio."
"Do I detest a little anxiety or frustration?" Adam let out.
"Are we going to the station for you to put those bugs on me again?" I asked Adam looking at him in a defiant way.
"Pushy, pushy," Adam smiled. "I brought them with me so we can go to your house and put them on there," he remarked. "Your house is empty," he exposed.
Adam was right, everyone was at work. Mimi and Carmen were the only ones there at the house except for Douglas because everyone else was at the office. In fact, the place was like a huge mausoleum since mother wasn't there and no one actually ate anything. Mimi and Carmen were like on a sabbatical because they didn't have to cook anything or clean much.
Adam and I left out of Jake's office, after I told Jake to make sure to tell Julio, if he asked that I was taken downtown to the police station by Adam, to give my statement. Jake smirked knowing that I wasn't trying to inform Julio about anything going on and I knew he'd cover me. Adam followed me out to his car and I got into it. I called Julio myself from Adam's car and told him that I was being taken to the police station for questioning, since I was much better and that Mr. Clark would bring me back. However, instead of us going to the police station, Adam took me to my family's home.
"So, why keep Julio in the dark?" Adam questioned me as we drove to the house.
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