Page 118 of Evil Boys


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Milo bursts into the front door. “You got him?”

“Help me tie this fucker up,” Nathan commands, and Milo immediately springs into action.

Nathan and Milo tie his hands together and then lift him.

“Put him on the chair in the living room,” I say.

“Let me go!” the fucker yells, crying. “What are you doing?”

Nathan and Milo place him on the chair, and I’m on his neck with my knife.

“Please, I haven’t done anything,” the man says.

“You really think so?” Nathan pulls out his phone and shows him the text exchange they had. “Or are you going to pretend this wasn’t you, Harvey?”

Harvey’s eyes widen. “That … but that’s …”

“Me.” Nathan grins maniacally. “You’ve been talking withme.”

“No, no, no,” the man stutters. “This is a mistake. I didn’t—”

I slam the knife into the chair’s armrest. “You tried to get it on with a little boy.”

“I didn’t have any plans, I swear,” Harvey says.

“Sure you didn’t.” Milo laughs. “And I’m not a fucked-up masochistic bastard.”

“Well, I …” the man stutters. “I don’t know what you want. I just want to leave.”

I clutch the armrests. “You won’t be leaving.”

Tears run down his cheeks. “Please. I don’t want to die.”

“Oh no, you won’t get to die …” Nathan says, licking his lips as he grips the man’s shoulders from behind the chair. “We’re just going to have some fun with you.”

“What? Why?” He desperately shifts his head among all three of us, looking for a sliver of humanity. But he won’t find it here. “I haven’t done anything.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Nathan snatches my knife from the armrest and slams it into the fucker’s thigh, and he yelps out in pain.

“Please, stop!” Harvey cries out.

“How many more boys have you been to, Harvey?” Nathan grits. “How many of them pleaded with you to stop?”

Nathan pulls the knife from his leg only to jam it into the other.

“How many of them did you ignore?”

“Please, don’t kill me!” he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks.

I snort. “You’re a menace to fucking society. Scum like you don’t deserve to live.”

“But we might let you …” Nathan twists the blade in his leg until he screams in agony. “If you tell us your fucking bank account details.”

Suddenly, something rustles in the bushes outside, making us all look away from Harvey.

“What the fuck was that?” Nathan growls.

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