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He blinked, clearly confused. “But?—”
“Trust me, Pretty Boy. Do it.”
He inhaled sharply, and it took me a moment to realize I’d called him something other than slut, whore, and shoelicker, but I didn’t think too much on it. I wasn’t in love with him or some crazy bullshit, but hewasmine, and I didn’t like it when others mistreated my toys.
He gave me his address, and I pulled over to enter it in my GPS while he texted Xadrian the way I’d told him to, and then I guided the truck back onto the road and settled into a comfortable silence. He shoved his hands between his thighs, and his knees jiggled with nerves. I watched him carefully from the corner of my eye, noting the outward distress. While he appeared uncomfortable, he didn’t look ready to cry. Good. I wanted to make him cry when I took him apart with my mouth and dick, or if I had to punish him—not any other time.
It took a good twenty minutes to drive to his apartment because he lived in one of the suburbs outside the city. He stared out the window at his building lit up by the setting sun as we arrived, and when he finally glanced at me, his cheeks flushed a bright red.
“Uh.. . this is it, Sir. I’m in apartment nine.”
I nodded. “Good.” I pointed at his phone. “I want you to block Xadrian’s number. Right now. You will never be contacting him again.”
He didn’t hesitate. Once he’d unlocked his phone, he tapped on it a few times before he faced the screen toward me, proving he’d done what I’d ordered. He was such a good boy. Fuck, what was he doing to me? I wanted to devour him, shove him somewhere that no one could find him or touch him. He was a toy that belonged to only me.
I gripped my hands tightly around the wheel to save myself from doing anything inappropriate. We didn’t have time. “How far away does your brother live? Driving distance.”
He swallowed visibly. “About twenty minutes.”
“Can you drive stick?” I gestured at the shifter between us.
He stayed silent for too long, and when I gave him a measured stare, he answered almost immediately, eyes wide in alarm. “Yes, Sir, I can.”
“Good. This is what we’re going to do. You’re going to take my truck and get food and deliver it to your brother. When you’re done, you can come back to pick me up.” I unbuckled my seat belt and turned toward him. With a small smile, I held out my hand. “I’m going to handle Xadrian. Give me your keys.”
“Sir—”
“I don’t want arguments, Pretty. I want you to sayyes, Sirlike you usually do.”
He hesitated and chewed on his bottom lip before he inclined his head. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I slid out of the truck, leaving the keys in the ignition, then went to his side to open the door. “Go. Call me when you get back here to make sure it’s safe. Understood?”
He got out of his seat and stared up at me carefully. A range of emotions flickered over his face and his eyes seemed to hold all the fear in the world. “What if he hurts you, Sir?”
I snorted out a laugh. “I can handle Xadrian.” Cupping his face, I did something new. I kissed him gently for reassurance. “I’ll be fine. Go.”
He squinted, mouth pursed in concern, but he didn’t argue any further. He went around to the driver’s side of the truck and hopped up into the seat, then closed the door. Slowly, he drove off, but I could see him checking in the rearview and side mirrors as though making sure that I wouldn’t change my mind.
I left the sidewalk and stormed up the path that led to the front door. There wasn’t anything amazing about this building. It was simple white cinderblock stained by years of wear and tear. The front entrance had two doors with thick glass arches on the top halves, but one of them was cracked, the spiderweb of fractures spreading across the length. When I tried to open that door, it didn’t budge, but the second did, and I entered through that one.
Inside was grubby, to say the least, with polished cement stairs scuffed from heavy use. The walls were white and grimy, and there wasn’t anything warm about it. The entrance looked more like a prison than a home.
I jogged up three flights of steps before I found his apartment and unlocked the door. As soon as I entered, there was a clatter from a different room.
“Where the hell have you been, fucker?” Xadrian stalked out of what I thought was the kitchen and froze when his attention landed on me. “What the fuck?”
There wasn’t anything amazing about Xadrian, and while I could see how someone might find him attractive with his narrow face and bright blue eyes, the permanent sneer ruined everything about his appearance. His short dark hair was perfectly styled, and while he came across as professional, he was anything but. From what I’d heard, he and his bestie in this mess, Hartlee, hadn’t been able to get a job since they’d flounced out of the company. No one wanted to work with troublemakers and news traveled fast in St. Loren.
I smirked and crossed my arms. “Hello, Xadrian.”
“Guthrie.” He glared, shiny black shoes bringing him to me as he took a few steps. He was dressed to impress, with a navy button-down shirt and black pants, but while he usually had a jacket on, too, it was currently thrown over the back of Wade’s threadbare couch. Xadrian had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he crossed his arms, making them look bigger. “What are you doing here?”
I took a moment to study my surroundings. Wade’s home was lived in, but it was sparse without much furniture. A two-seater crimson couch, a small TV, and a half-filled build-it-yourself bookshelf adorned the room. A couple of photos hung on the wall that I wasn’t close enough to see properly. In the dining area was a round white table with one light brown wooden chair, and I winced at the clashing colors.
Focusing back on Xadrian, I squared my shoulders. “I would think that Wade not answering you would send you a message about how he feels.”
Xadrian clenched his jaw. “And I can see why. Do you like the way he sucks your cock, Guthrie?” He rolled his eyes. “Wade’s good at getting what he wants that way. He makes you feel like you’ve got a puppy on your hands, and then when push comes to shove, instead of following you, he goes back to the boss and begs for his job. Did he get on his knees for Wick Guidry?”
