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He flipped the USB drive in his hands a few times and wondered what he would find.
Was he really going to do this? Join this guy's Justice League and dish out his own form of vigilante justice? Wasn’t that what he had just done here tonight? Sheppard was probably at home… or in a hospital, nursing his wounds, wondering who the masked man was that attacked him.
Holding the thumb drive in hand, he downed the last of his beer and then exited the booth. He needed to get home and see what was on the USB drive.
For the first time in a long time, he felt excited, like he was about to do something that actually meant something. Like he had a purpose once again.
When Chase got home, he spent the next four hours poring over case files—each one more horrifying than the last. In each of the cases, monsters who were guilty as sin slipped through the cracks of the justice system either because of technicalities or because of who they were. It was amazing the number of powerful people who committed crimes and became untouchable either because everyone was afraid of them or didn’t want to negatively impact a working relationship with the person.
Take Mr. Pontis as an example. Because the Canadian government had a multi-billion dollar deal underway with the man’s father, the Canadian government was not willing to take any action to stop the monster. Thankfully, Marc had the guts and the courage to handle the issue on his own. Justice was served.
Sitting on the floor next to his queen-sized bed, Chase scrolled through his phone until he came to the number that he wanted. He hit call, then waited.
“Hello?” a groggy voice mumbled into the phone.
“I’m in.”
There was a moment’s pause on the phone.
“Excellent. I’ll stop by your condo tomorrow,” the man said before hanging up.
If the man had dug up this much information on people, there was no doubt that Marc also knew where he lived. Then, a creepy thought entered his mind. Were they watching him?
Chase’s deep blue eyes scanned the surfaces of his bedroom, looking for any signs of disturbance.
Everything appeared to be in order… so far.
4
CHASE
Standing in front of the changing room mirror, Chase looked at himself and grimaced. European men were apparently way more comfortable in their bodies than Canadian and American men.
“It’s just all out there,” he said to himself, staring at his junk as it pressed firmly against the way-too-tight Speedo that he was forced to wear.
He pulled on the corners between his thighs, hoping it would give way to more material.
How about?
He straightened up and shifted around, shoving his bum in front of the mirror.
Nope, still got a huge man ass.
Thank God Alex had recommended that he trim and shave his nether region; otherwise, there would have been a ghastly forest also trying to make its escape from the way too-tight material currently holding his cock and balls firmly in place.
Goddamn Euro fashion.
What was it with Europeans and their Speedos? Do men always have to show off what they’re packing when they go for a swim? This was one of those rare instances when hung men wished that they weren’t so blessed after all.
“Well, guess there’s no hiding it,” Chase mumbled to himself while staring at the bulge in his swimsuit. You could see the thick outline and everything. Fuck it.
From behind him, a locker door slammed shut, causing Chase to jump where he stood.
“Seriously, Mr. Stewart. If you don’t stop, I’m going to have you removed from the club,” an angry voice warned in hushed tones.
“Oh, come on. I just want to have a little fun with you. Give me a kiss, and let’s get to know each other a bit better,” a male voice responded, followed by what sounded like something bumping up against one of the lockers.
Chase’s fists tightened as he headed in the direction of the commotion. Three rows over, he spotted an older man wearing dress pants and no shirt, standing over a young man in a Speedo huddled on the floor.
