A pained groan tells us Sebastian is still at work.From past experience, he tends to work in a pattern of hitting the guy a couple of times and then asking a question.The pastor, little that he’s willing to speak, seems to be giving the same information I got from the bartender.
I hesitate before saying, “All roads seem to lead to Tony.”
I study the man, waiting for his reaction.Tony was Sebastian’s husband, after all.
“Fuck.”Sebastian straightens up, cracking his back.“Now I kind of wish I hadn’t killed him.”
Jesus.Even I’m not that cold.Tony caused a fucking shipping freighter’s worth of trouble though, to be fair.Betrayal runs deep.
I think of the way Ravi looked at me right before I locked him in his room and try to rub the icy spot in my chest away.Betrayal.
“This is the third person who’s said their only interactions were with Tony,” I agree.
Some alert on Simon’s phone brings his head up.“Hey, Sebastian, we need to get going.”
Sebastian nods, wiping the blood from his brass knuckles and sliding them into his pocket.“Whatever you want, baby.”
Simon stomps up to the limp, barely alive body, stopping close enough to put his middle finger in the pastor’s face.“I hope you rot in hell,” he whispers before storming out.
Sebastian gestures to me.“You mind finishing him off?”
I glance at Ravi’s phone when it pings again.There’s a text from Brennan asking for two guys who are willing to do a “joint performance.”
I can guess what that means.Fucking piece of shit.
Fucking Brennan Doyle.Fucking Ravi.
Brennan’s smug face in my head makes my hands curl into fists.
I’ve seen what you do when your ‘poker buddies’ come over and you think I’m not here.I’ve never seen someone so unsteady and so cocky at the same time as the moment when Ravi called me out.Especially not post-orgasm.The thought makes my breath come faster.
I look to Sebastian and then back at the pastor, who’s hanging there like a bloody punching bag.
“Yeah, I can finish this up.”
My knuckles crack when I flex my fingers.It’s been a long fucking night.Ravi’s face flashes behind my eyes again.His tearstained face and puffy lips.
Before I know what I’m doing, my booted foot plants on the leg of the steel table, sending the whole thing to the floor.Bev’s eyes go wide.Even the pastor almost looks startled.
Fuck it.Sebastian Pierce had the right idea.I could use a punching bag right now.
Maybe if I hit this guy hard enough, I can get Ravi’s flushed face and dilated pupils out of my mind.The memory of him shuddering in my grasp when he came.
“Let’s fucking finish this,” I say as my fist sinks into the man’s stomach.
Chapter Nine
Ravi
Against the odds,I managed to fall asleep.
When I wake again I jerk off, because I always wake up horny, so of course I do.And after Liam’s rage-fueled early morning spanking session?
I don’t know if rage-jerking is a thing, but that’s pretty much the shape of things this morning.
The first time I knew about Liam and the things he was into, it was senior year of high school, and I’d gone out to see a Batman movie.
Except I needed gas, and I’d forgotten my wallet on the top of my dresser.The place I’d stopped at didn’t have a way to pay with my phone.I turned around, only to see a light on in Liam’s garage.The garage was the one place I’d been told to stay the hell out of.
