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He reluctantly took the pill, swallowing it dry. Gordon watched with amusement.

"Good boy," Gordon cooed, moving closer to Felix. "You won't regret it."

Was it already kicking in? Felix felt a wave of dizziness washing over him. He leaned back against the bed, his chest heaving. He felt the effects creep up on him, leaving him woozy and weak — a fact that the older man seemed to relish.

"Look at you," Gordon grinned, crawling onto the bed and straddling Felix's hips. "So needy already."

"Please," Felix gasped, his mind racing as he tried to cling to some semblance of control. He'd never wanted this — never thought he'd be in this position, trapped and helpless as someone took advantage of him.

"Shh," Gordon hushed him. "You're gonna love this, I promise."

Felix closed his eyes, drowning in the overwhelming sensations that pulsed through his body. The drug coursed through his veins, making him feel both oversensitive and strangely detached from his own body. He couldn't believe that he had spent years being so choosy with men, waiting for the right person to share his virginity with, only to have it taken away by a man like Gordon — a man who cared nothing for Felix's feelings, desires, or boundaries.

Pathetic, Felix thought bitterly, his chest constricting as shame washed over him.I'mpathetic.

Gordon, unable to resist the sight of Felix's helpless state, began removing his own clothes, leering at the young man beneath him. As Gordon leaned in closer, Felix could smell the stale scent of cigarettes on his breath.

"Let's get this party started, shall we?" Gordon sneered, pushing Felix down against the bed.

"Wait," Felix whispered, the word barely audible even to himself. He knew there was no point in begging, but the deep-seated desire to escape clawed its way to the surface.

He wished someone would come to his rescue, just as he had done countless times for Luna.

"Get ready for me, pretty boy," Gordon growled, positioning himself between Felix's legs, a sickening grin plastered across his face. His hands settled like flies on Felix's belt, slipping the leather through the buckle.

And then the hotel room door suddenly flew inward. Splintered wood cracked and shattered, flying in all directions.

A tall, muscular man with tattoos covering his arms and a steely glare strode into the room. "Get the fuck off of him," the man barked, his voice threatening and ice-cold.

Both Gordon and Felix froze, their eyes locked on the unexpected, imposing figure who had just burst into the room. Gordon's sneer faltered, replaced by a look of sudden terror.

"Who the fuck are you?" Gordon stammered, attempting to regain control of the situation.

The man grinned. "Me? I'm bad karma."

And then he raised his gun.

Felix's life was going from bad to worse.

Chapter two

DanteNavonestormedintothe dingy motel room, his boots echoing off the cheap tiled floor. God, he hated places like this.

He kicked the door open, and then his eyes narrowed. In a swift movement, he settled his gun on his target: Gordon Vetch, a middle-aged scumbag. He was sitting on the bed, nearly on top of a much younger man. The kid looked no older than twenty. His eyes were wide with fear, sweat trickling down the side of his face.

"Gordon Vetch," Dante growled, his voice like gravel. "You're a hard man to find."

"Who the fuck are you?" Gordon demanded again, attempting to sound tough but failing miserably. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route that didn't exist.

"You know me," Dante replied coldly, forcing himself to focus on Gordon and not the terrified kid at his side. "And you know what you did. Or did you just happen to forget about all that money you 'borrowed' from the Thornes? And not to mention your little extracurricular activities…"

At that, Gordon's face fell. He twitched, clearly wanting to flee, but getting to the door meant going through Dante. "I don't know what you mean."

Of all the possible ways to defend yourself, playing dumb wasn't a winning one. Dante just laughed. "Are you going to name names? Last chance, Vetch. Who do you report to?"

Gordon froze. "I… I don't know what you mean…"

So it was going to be like that, huh? In the corners of his vision, Dante could see Gordon's boy trembling, his chest heaving with each rapid breath. Clearly, this wasn't what the kid had been expecting. But Dante had a job to do, and he couldn't afford to be distracted by some frightened rentboy.

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