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Authors: Stephani Hecht
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lately."
"If I have anything to say about it, this will be the last time you have to abused," he vowed impulsively.
Justice gave him a crooked smile before he used the back of his hand to wipe away some of the blood. "I don't see how we can stop it. I've been going through it ever since my mom was out of the picture. I don't see it changing anytime soon, either."
Ashton faltered as he realized Justice had a point. The DA held an iron grip over his youngest son's life and he wouldn't give up that control without a fight. Unless they found a way to break those chains, there was no way they could ever have a life of their own.
Baker came back in with the first aid kit, drawing Ashton from those troubling thoughts. The bodyguard/driver came over and put the kit down on the counter. As the man opened it, Justice shot Ashton a questioning glance.
"Baker has his medic license," Ashton explained with a shrug.
"So, how come he's with you today?" Justice asked, the slightest hint of jealousy flavoring his tone.
A thrill went through Ashton and, despite the tense situation, he found himself biting back a smile. It felt good to have somebody care about him enough to get possessive.
"My dad had some issues with an old work associate, so he decided to put a guard on me for the next couple days," Ashton explained.
"And here I thought I was the only one with an exciting life," Justice teased.
Baker took out a chemical ice pack and shook it to activate it before placing it to Justice's lip. "Here, this should help with the swelling."
"Yeah, wouldn't want my dad's cop buddies seeing my face all bruised up," Justice drawled as he took the ice pack.
"Given that you have that party tonight, I'm surprised Craig hit you there at all," Ashton said.
"Me, too. Like he said, my mask should hide most of it so long as I keep it on all night."
"I don't suppose there's any way you can get out of going?"
Justice snorted. "I'd have a better chance of growing pigtails and cat ears."
Baker laughed before he moved the ice pack and gently palpated Justice's lip. When Justice hissed in pain, the bodyguard shook his head. "I don't think you need any stitches. You should still have it looked at to make sure."
"I'll be okay. I've had--"
"Worse," Ashton finished dully.
His heart sank farther as he scrambled his mind to find a way to protect his lover. All Ashton came up with were more questions, none of which he had the answers to.
* * * *
Later on that afternoon, Ashton sat in his father's living room and pondered the numerous problems rushing through his head. He lay back on the leather couch and threw an arm over his face, his gut clenching as he recalled the beating and how helpless he felt to end Justice's suffering.
His father entered the room and took the chair closest to the couch, but Ashton didn't say anything. He understood that his father already knew about the pet store incident, so it only made sense that he'd come to talk about it.
"I'm not breaking things off with him, so you can get that out of your head," Ashton declared, still not moving his arm to uncover his face.
"What makes you think that I'd tell you to?" his father countered.
Ashton finally moved and turned to look at his dad. The older man wore his casual clothes, which for him meant a pair of khakis and a dark polo. Ashton couldn't recall a time where he'd seen his father in jeans or a T-shirt. He even styled his dark, salt and pepper hair conservatively, looking more like a banker rather than the head of the biggest drug operation in the Midwest.
"Are you going to try and tell me that you're happy I'm dating the DA's son?"
"I'm not going to lie and say I'm thrilled. If Justice's father finds out, he'll come after you hard."
Ashton rolled his eyes. "He already rides my ass and not in a good way. I don't see how he can make things worse for me."
"Trust me, son, he can and will once he finds out about you two. Is that something you want to risk?"
"Yes, I do,"
"If I have anything to say about it, this will be the last time you have to abused," he vowed impulsively.
Justice gave him a crooked smile before he used the back of his hand to wipe away some of the blood. "I don't see how we can stop it. I've been going through it ever since my mom was out of the picture. I don't see it changing anytime soon, either."
Ashton faltered as he realized Justice had a point. The DA held an iron grip over his youngest son's life and he wouldn't give up that control without a fight. Unless they found a way to break those chains, there was no way they could ever have a life of their own.
Baker came back in with the first aid kit, drawing Ashton from those troubling thoughts. The bodyguard/driver came over and put the kit down on the counter. As the man opened it, Justice shot Ashton a questioning glance.
"Baker has his medic license," Ashton explained with a shrug.
"So, how come he's with you today?" Justice asked, the slightest hint of jealousy flavoring his tone.
A thrill went through Ashton and, despite the tense situation, he found himself biting back a smile. It felt good to have somebody care about him enough to get possessive.
"My dad had some issues with an old work associate, so he decided to put a guard on me for the next couple days," Ashton explained.
"And here I thought I was the only one with an exciting life," Justice teased.
Baker took out a chemical ice pack and shook it to activate it before placing it to Justice's lip. "Here, this should help with the swelling."
"Yeah, wouldn't want my dad's cop buddies seeing my face all bruised up," Justice drawled as he took the ice pack.
"Given that you have that party tonight, I'm surprised Craig hit you there at all," Ashton said.
"Me, too. Like he said, my mask should hide most of it so long as I keep it on all night."
"I don't suppose there's any way you can get out of going?"
Justice snorted. "I'd have a better chance of growing pigtails and cat ears."
Baker laughed before he moved the ice pack and gently palpated Justice's lip. When Justice hissed in pain, the bodyguard shook his head. "I don't think you need any stitches. You should still have it looked at to make sure."
"I'll be okay. I've had--"
"Worse," Ashton finished dully.
His heart sank farther as he scrambled his mind to find a way to protect his lover. All Ashton came up with were more questions, none of which he had the answers to.
* * * *
Later on that afternoon, Ashton sat in his father's living room and pondered the numerous problems rushing through his head. He lay back on the leather couch and threw an arm over his face, his gut clenching as he recalled the beating and how helpless he felt to end Justice's suffering.
His father entered the room and took the chair closest to the couch, but Ashton didn't say anything. He understood that his father already knew about the pet store incident, so it only made sense that he'd come to talk about it.
"I'm not breaking things off with him, so you can get that out of your head," Ashton declared, still not moving his arm to uncover his face.
"What makes you think that I'd tell you to?" his father countered.
Ashton finally moved and turned to look at his dad. The older man wore his casual clothes, which for him meant a pair of khakis and a dark polo. Ashton couldn't recall a time where he'd seen his father in jeans or a T-shirt. He even styled his dark, salt and pepper hair conservatively, looking more like a banker rather than the head of the biggest drug operation in the Midwest.
"Are you going to try and tell me that you're happy I'm dating the DA's son?"
"I'm not going to lie and say I'm thrilled. If Justice's father finds out, he'll come after you hard."
Ashton rolled his eyes. "He already rides my ass and not in a good way. I don't see how he can make things worse for me."
"Trust me, son, he can and will once he finds out about you two. Is that something you want to risk?"
"Yes, I do,"
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