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“Leave him alone!” I shouted, frantic to get his attention on me. But all Drake did was glance my way, and then he put the end of his gun against Tristan’s lips and outlined them with it.
“Tristan,” he said softly, almost gently. “How would you like to make a video-”
“You’re the reason,” I called out, interrupting Drake. He looked at me with irritation, but drew the gun back from Tristan’s mouth. “You’re the reason he’s so possessive,” I said.
I’d piqued the man’s curiosity because he released Tristan’s hair and turned in my direction.
“The first time he fucked me, he said he wouldn’t share me with anyone. It was his number one rule,” I explained.
Drake’s eyes brightened and a smile of satisfaction passed over his features. “He always was a needy little slut,” he said with a chuckle. “Didn’t like the attention to be on anyone but him.” The man came to a stop in front of me and let the gun dangle.
He studied me for a moment and then lowered himself until he was eye level with me. He put his gun under my chin and it took everything in me not to close my eyes. “Your story might hold a little more water if you and pretty boy over there” – he motioned over his shoulder at Tristan – “weren’t eye-fucking each other in that alley.”
“It’s all he lets us do,” I bit out as the gun dug into my skin. “He only fucks me. He doesn’t let me fuck Tristan…he makes Tristan watch us. He gets off on it.” The lie made bile roll in my belly, but I kept my eyes on Drake. “He makes me tell him he’s enough for me and that I don’t want Tristan or anyone else.”
Drake’s eyes lit up at that and I knew my lie had finally rung true with the man. I had no doubt it was my comment about Memphis needing to know he was enough because it was so badly what he’d needed to hear from Drake when they’d been together.
The man studied me for a moment and then stood. His lips curled into a sneer as he turned to look at Tristan. “Did he leave you out, pretty boy?” Drake asked. Anxiety tore through me as he began rubbing his cock. “How about you and I show him what he was missing out on?” Drake murmured as he pulled his phone from his pocket and then began working the button on his pants free.
Tristan closed his eyes as Drake approached him.
“No!” I screamed as even the idea of this man touching Tristan made me want to gag. Drake cast me an ugly smile and then freed his cock from his pants before using his gun hand to snag Tristan’s hair again. A whimper erupted from Tristan’s throat.
“He’s HIV-positive!” I yelled desperately, hoping like hell the man’s self-preservation instincts kicked in since I wasn’t sure if his plan was to make it out of this thing alive or not.
Drake paused in the act of getting ready to rub his dick against Tristan’s mouth. “You’re lying!” he snarled.
“No,” I said in a rush. “That’s why Memphis wouldn’t fuck him.”
Drake hesitated and then looked down at Tristan.
“He picked up one of his prescriptions today,” I said quickly. “It’s in his pocket. You can google it!”
Drake still seemed uncertain and when he made no move to check Tristan’s pocket, I forced back a tremor of fear and said, “It would hurt him more if it was me.”
That got Drake’s attention and his eyes shifted back and forth between me and Tristan. He released Tristan’s hair and then reached into his pocket and dug out the prescription bottle. But he didn’t bother checking it on his phone. He just tossed the bottle to the floor and stepped away from Tristan. Relief went through me, but it was short-lived as the man turned his attention on me.
“Brennan,” Tristan said, his voice high.
“Tristan, make sure Tanner keeps his eyes shut,” was all I said as Drake shuffled towards me, his cock flushed with color. His gun was in one hand, his phone in the other. He stopped in front of me and studied me for a moment, his lips curling up into an ugly smile. His cock bobbed as he stepped even closer to me and I could smell his pungent body odor. Drake played with his phone for a moment and then held it so it was facing me. Humiliation went through me along with the fear of what was about to happen, but I forced myself to remain calm. If I didn’t give this man what he wanted, he might go after Tristan. Or worse. I dropped my eyes for the briefest of moments and connected with Tristan who was leaning down to say something to Tanner, whose face was still pressed against Tristan’s chest. I saw Tanner nod emphatically and I knew Tristan was doing what I’d told him. I tried to send Tristan a reassuring look, but I knew I probably hadn’t managed it because my insides were rejecting that any of this was real.
