Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Air caught in Clover’s lungs when Jerry picked up the call. He wasn’t sure what to say at first, but then it came out in a flood of emotions.
“You motherfucker. You think you can just sell me off? I’ve worked two years for you. Two years! No one brought in as many leads as I did. Joke’s on you, because Riggs is dead, and I’ll come for you too one day. You won’t even see me coming, it’s gonna be some ninja shit!”
“I’ll see you. You’re hard to miss in a crowd, Clover. Don’t threaten me. You’ll regret it, little boy. If you want to come back, stop being a big baby and tell me where you are.”
Clover’s head heated up with fury. “In your fucking dreams, asshole. No one can touch me now. I’m invincible. Try me if you can find me!”
“Someone else will. With that kind of money on the table, I’m guessing you’ll be off the streets soon enough. Don’t you worry.”
Clover’s heart beat so fast it got out of sync, and he turned the phone off so abruptly it slipped out of his hands and fell onto the bed.
Jerry was full of shit. No one would be coming for Clover. Why would they?
Clover took a deep breath to calm himself down. He’d said his piece. That was good enough for now. After a moment of hesitation, he snatched Tank’s black T-shirt and pulled it up to his face to smell the scent of safety. The cologne reminded him of the massive man who had his back from now on. All Clover needed to do was stick around for a while and be a ‘good boy’ until he could disappear in the vast crowds of New York City.
Would it be weird if he put on the used T-shirt instead of helping himself to one that was clean? He rubbed his cheeks against the fabric and hummed in pleasure when the fresh yet musky scent filled his nose, creating a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Perhaps it was too early to put his trust in Tank, but he needed to hold on to something.
Clover ended up pulling on used black T-shirt, and it was so large it hung halfway to his knees and looked more like a dress than a T-shirt, but it was warm, smooth, and prolonged the sense of peace he’d felt after those last few orgasms.
He didn’t wear black, as he felt the contrast with his features was too harsh, but it didn’t matter now. He was about to leave the room, but then remembered Tank was naked in the kitchen, so he grabbed a few things for his new protector. That would definitely get him some ‘good boy’ brownie points.
He took a deep breath, forcing away the memories of Jerry, and of Riggs’s dead body, and walked down the corridor, heading toward the voices in the kitchen.
He spotted Drake first. The guy’s narrow, angular face was as sharp as the long blade he was taking care of, and when he turned his head Clover’s way, the sleek dark hair he had tied back slapped his cheek. He said nothing, just stared with those creepily intense black eyes, as if it was his intention to murder Clover with that look alone.
Clover drifted Tank’s way, but made sure to take the route that didn’t involve walking past Drake. “I brought you some clothes.”
Tank smiled and pulled Clover down by the arm to kiss him. “I like you in my T-shirt. You should sleep in it.”
Drake let out an incomprehensible grunt. Was he jealous of Tank, or something? If that was the case, things could get super messy pretty fast.
“Or maybe you’d rather sleep naked?” Tank continued, accepting the clothes and putting them on. Every time their eyes met, chemistry sizzled in the air, which again made Clover feel more at ease about this arrangement. As long as Tank enjoyed having him around, he’d make sure nothing happened to his new boy toy. Hopefully, he’d be content enough with Clover until they reached New York.
“Maybe put a collar on him already,” Drake grumbled from his corner.
Tank snorted and stroked Clover’s head. “Nah, he’s been a good boy so far.”
Clover wasn’t sure if that meant a collar was something he should expect in the future, but he needed to find out. “You into that, Daddy?” he teased when Tank pulled Clover into his lap, demonstrating his amazing strength once more.
“You chose to stay. No need for a collar. I only discipline boys who need it,” Tank said with a grin, but looked over Clover’s shoulder at Drake. “Unlike some people who just enjoy it.”
Oh.
Oh no.
“I’m not sure if I’m into pain that much,” Clover said, and pressed himself tightly against Tank’s chest.
Drake watched Clover like a cougar would a gazelle. “If I chose to pursue you, which I won’t, you would have squirmed and begged me for dick. And for the record, I like bondage, not pain.”