26. Chad
CHAD
What’s with these fucking mobsters?
Why does everything need to be so old-school mafia movie?
Hart was in a fucking mansion, and now the Hellhounds are in a rundown warehouse on the docks.
My feet stop when I see the place I’m supposed to be meeting with Travis in. There’s a single door, and a huge meathead stands in front with a yellow light flickering above his head.
Jesus, change a fucking lightbulb.
I’m starting to think this is a bad idea, but since my dad won’t handle this for me, I need to take care of things myself.
Fucking Rory, getting revenge through Hart. Why couldn’t he pick the scumbag Hellhounds? Now I’m stuck with the lesser of the two.
“Not another step,” the meathead orders, and I stop, holding my hands up.
“I’m here to meet with someone,” I say calmly.
“What’s your name?”
“Carl.” Why would I give these fuckers my real name?
“I gotta search you first.”
I hold out my arms, and he gives me a quick pat down.
“Alright, go ahead, Chad.”
I step past him into the dark space.
Wait, did he just call me Chad?
I’m just about to turn and ask him when he shuts the door behind me and everything goes dark.
Oh shit.
Stay calm, I tell myself and look around.
It only takes a minute for my eyes to adjust, and I notice a dim light down the hall. I follow it to the next one and the next, and then there are two meatheads standing at a door.
“We gotta search you.”
“Your man at the door—” I stop talking when one of them glares at me. “Right.”
After that’s done, I’m let into the large open space. There are crates everywhere and better lighting, but it looks like no one is here.
“This way.”
Meathead leads me to an office where yet another meathead guards a door. They speak for a moment and then meathead one walks away. Leaving me standing. So I wait, and wait, and wait.
I’ve been standing here for twenty minutes, and I’m starting to get impatient. Who do these fuckers think they are?
I’m the son of one of the richest men in the city.
Hell, my father probably owns this dock space. One call, and I could have them evicted.
“The boss will see you now.” He opens the door and steps aside.
“Chad Hudson,” the overweight, greasy man behind the desk says smugly. “My, how the mighty have fallen. You must be truly desperate to come and see me.”
“You weren’t my first choice.”
“What? Your daddy couldn’t make the problem go away by throwing money at it?” he says in baby talk, and I want to punch him.
I did this to myself, and now I need to accept responsibility. Dad’s exact words.
“This problem won’t go away with money.”
“So why come to me?”
Here’s where I might lose him. I hear that they are enemies. “Alexander Hart.”
Instead of killing me or telling me to get the fuck out, he grins, and I try not to show my disgust. His teeth are yellow and black, or just missing altogether.
“Seems like we have the same problem.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, but this job won’t come cheap.”
“I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars.”
He laughs. “Five hundred.”
My mouth opens, but I remember what Dad said. Never let them see you sweat. “And what would I get for such an outrageous sum of money?”
“Protection,” he says simply.
“Yeah, but for how long? I can’t run forever.”
“Smart man.” I wait for him to continue. “Word on the street is that Hart has a new boyfriend he’s very fond of.”
“Who fucking cares about him?” Although, I didn’t figure Hart for a fag.
“Rory also has a new boyfriend.”
My eyes widen. Hart’s getting revenge for his boyfriend, so Rory must be important to him.
“You catch my drift?”
I nod. “So we have a talk with Hart and use Rory as a bargaining chip.”
“Bingo.”
I wouldn’t mind getting my hands back on Rory. He cried so desperately, and his cock-sucking lips looked amazing all bruised and broken.
Damn, my dick’s getting hard at the thought.
“I want Rory,” I demand.
“Of course, but I want a go at him too.”
“I don’t give a fuck who has him after I do.” Hell, I might just kill him for all the shit he’s put me through.
He’d look so pretty gasping for air as his face turns blue, the bright light in his eyes flickering into nothingness.
Yeah, that’s going to happen.