“And you pushed me away,” Mike continued, and Jett knew he was talking about the argument in the hall. “A faggot like you should have been on your knees drooling at the thought of my cock fucking your whore mouth. Especially you, Jetty. You’ve been my little bitch since we were kids—you were supposed to wait for me to join you in Toronto, but you let that cocksuckertouch you.”
Harrison.
Oh god, hehurtHarrison.
He couldn’t hide his anguish, and Mike grinned at the sight. “Don’t be sad, Jetty. We still have time—I’m going to show you what it could have been like between us if you hadn’t been such aslut. I’m a good guy. I can give you that at least.”
Another step, and this time Jett did back away.
“A gun would have made what comes after less messy, but as you can see, I’ve improvised.” Mike held the axe up like he was showing it off, and the words triggered something in Jett’s memory that had been lost in the waves of the adrenaline rush.
“They took all mine away after you sent your lawyer after me, so that’s another thing you’ll be sorry for in the end. But I’ll make you apologize for it later.”
Another step.
Jett shifted his posture and prepared to run.
“Now be agood boyand come here. I’m going to fuck you stupid on that cripple’s bed, and then paint the walls with your fucking blood.”
Jett had always been fast, even as a kid. And even as a kid, Mike had been strong and cruel.
This might have always been their fate, but Jett never imagined that while Mike had been picking wings off butterflies, he was picturing Jett as the butterfly.
Legs pumping, Jett sprinted to the spare bedroom, his socks slipping on the hardwood floor. A solid mass of muscle and fury slammed into him, crushing his newly-healed shoulder into the wall.
A burst of pain and colour exploded in his vision, but he was a goddamn hockey player, and he knew how to take a fucking hit.
Jett threw his elbow back, making contact with something soft and crunchy—a nose. Mike’s scream was loud enough to make his ears ring, but he was already on his feet and staggering to the room.
“Fuckingbitch!”
A hand grabbed his foot and yanked him back down. Jett landed hard—but good—and he kicked his feet, trying to make contact anywhere he could. It was too dark to see what he was doing, but he knew where to aim so long as Mike was touching him.
He was dragged backward, his bare arms squeaking against the wooden floor as the skin was rubbed off. Jett hissed and shook off the pain, still kicking his feet wildly until the clatter of the axe dropping to the floor rang through the hall, and then two hands were on him.
“Knew you’d be a good fuck,” Mike said, talking through ragged gasps of breath. He pinned Jett’s legs and started pulling himself up his body, laughing like he was havingfun. “Blonds always get me hard, Jetty. You know that.”
Jett fought madly, crying out in anger. He was pinned on his stomach, and Mike had control of his legs, but he wasn’t going to give up. His body, mind and soul wouldn’t let him.
A sudden pain raked through his body, so startling he couldn’t rally the oxygen to scream. Mike was biting him on the ass hard enough to either break skin or left him with a horrid bruise. It didn’t last long because Mike needed his mouth to threaten him more than he needed it to inflict physical pain.
“Can’t fucking wait.”
Hot breath burned Jett’s lower back.
“You’re mine, Jett.”
Nails dug into his shoulder, clawing for his throat.
“Mine.”
It wasn’t fear or despair that filled him—it was rage. He belonged to no one but himself.No one. He gave his heart to people willingly, or not at all. And no matter what happened tonight, Mike would never take that away from him.
“You fucking pussy,” Jett snarled over his shoulder. “You think a little man like you can take me? I can’t feel your dick poking me, Mike, but I’ve seen you naked so I’m not surprised.”
It was a stupid thing to say to a man intent on killing him, but he knew Mike well enough to know what words would cut him deepest—what words would have him reaching for the axe instead of his throat.
He would have only one chance and not enough time, but he knew what he had to do now, and there was no turning back.
