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Bingo. Dante's instincts had been right on the money. "A virgin?" Dante raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "Interesting. And yet you're selling your ass in a place like this? You're as stupid as you are brave, kid."
Felix bristled at the insult, his chin lifting defiantly. "I'd do anything for that money," he snapped. "And I told you, don't call me kid. I'm not some helpless child."
"Clearly not," Dante murmured. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the stubborn tilt of Felix's jaw, the way his chest puffed out in an attempt to assert his own dominance. His attempt at bravery only served to heighten Dante's attraction to him.
Yeah, this kid may not have been cut out for sex work — but he did have the looks for it. Big brown eyes, warm and innocent; curved, soft lips; a slender, lithe body, with a waist that Dante could imagine wrapping his hands around…
Blame it on the adrenaline from a successful kill. Blame it on the way that Felix was still holding onto him, close enough for Dante to feel his body heat and catch the scent of his skin. Either way, Dante's blood fired up, his cock hardening in his jeans.
Gordon had been a braindead moron, thinking that he could steal from the Thornes and get away with it. But when it came to ways to blow all that money, he'd had good taste. If you had to burn through money in a hurry… Well, there were worse ways than wrapping Felix's long legs around your hips and making those big brown eyes flutter shut.
Dante's introspection was shattered when Felix trembled. His hand tightened on Dante's arm, but this time it wasn't to stop Dante from leaving -- it was for balance.
When he'd first stopped Dante, Felix's eyes had been full of fire, but now there was something glassy creeping into them. The subtle shift in his demeanor sent alarm bells ringing in Dante's head.
"Hey." Dante's voice softened with concern as he reached out to steady the younger man. "What's going on with you?"
Felix glared at him. "I'm fine."
"Like hell." Dante caught Felix's chin in his hand, forcing the kid's face up. He stared into his eyes, checking for signs.
Signs that were becoming more and more frequent in this city these days. It seemed that Dante saw this in every nightclub and street corner these days. He grit his teeth. "You took Hype."
"I don't know what that is…"
Dante cursed internally. This is why selling your ass should be left to the experts. This kid had no idea what kind of monster he'd served himself up to. "Little pink pill. Shape of a heart, usually."
Felix's brave expression crumbled, shame etched on his face. "He gave that to me. He said I had to, that it'd help..."
Dante's mind raced as he studied the flushed, sweat-slicked skin of Felix's exposed neck, the way his breath hitched with every shallow exhale. At first, Dante had thought that his flushed skin and his rapid breathing were just a natural reaction to seeing someone get shot right next to you.
Now that he was up-close with Felix, though, he could see that that was only half the equation.
Hype. Right now, it was the bane of Dante's life.
The Thorne family's rivals — the Mirskys — had been disbanded, their leader locked up in jail. Now, every two-bit organization with ambition and an attitude were trying to hone in on the vacant turf, trying to set themselves up before the Thornes could lock it down as theirs.
Guns, drugs, girls, and, now, Hype… The party drug that Felix had been slipped was infamous: a potent aphrodisiac that left its victims desperate for release and ripe for exploitation. Why roofie someone, when you could make them beg you for it instead -- over, and over, and over, until it was finally out of their system?
Felix had taken it, and now that it was kicking in, he was finding out exactly why that little pink heart wasn't so innocent. The hand on Dante's arm was hot and sweaty, Felix burning up inside. And when Dante's gaze roamed down along Felix's body…
Dante forced himself to look away. In the tight pants that Felix was wearing, it wasn't hard to see the effect the drug was having on him.
"Damn," Dante muttered to himself, trying to suppress the heat that stirred in himself at the sight of Felix's obvious arousal. His own desire seemed like a betrayal, both of his mission and of the young man who stood trembling beside him.
He should just leave, he knew. This wasn't part of his mission. Felix's problems had nothing to do with him.
Felix must have been feeling terrible, burning up from the inside, ashamed of his body's betrayal. But he was clear on one thing. He held Dante's gaze, even as flushed and desperate as he was. "Just give me my money, and I'll go. I won't say anything to anyone." He sucked in a shallow breath, those curved lips parted as he panted. "Please… Y-you can do… what Gordon was going to do…"
The option was tempting. Dante fought the urge to growl. This was exactly the sort of complication that he didn't need right now.
He knew he should just walk out the door, and leave Felix to deal with the mess he'd gotten himself into. After all, he'd insisted that he wasn't some helpless kid, right?
But Hype was nasty. Felix was already shaky and trembling, aroused and desperate. If Dante left Felix by himself…
In this part of the city, it wasn't hard to imagine what would happen to a kid like this, drugged up to the gills on a weaponized aphrodisiac. Would Felix even make it out of the motel before someone had him bent over and taking it?
The image played out behind his eyes. Dante's cock ached, already stiff.
