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clenching. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a small drink to try to steady his nerves. He regained his composure.
“Yeah?” He’d tried his best to make his tone sound blasé, as if it was of no more interest to him than any other ‘date’.
Be cool, asshole. Be cool.
She sneered at him. “Don’t get all excited. It’s not your true love Harold.”
He fought to keep from retching at the thought of such a thing.
“So? I’m sure you’ll fill me in on Friday.”
“Oh, I will. This one asked for you by name, says you gave him the number when he met you on the street. Did you fuck him already?”
Shit. What’s the right answer? Fuck.
“Uh, he, well he, uh, said he wanted me all to himself for one night. Wanted to do the whole thing where he took me out. You know, that type of gig.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, taking a long drag on her cigarette. She blew out an abundant stream of smoke. “Why would anyone want to waste their time with you other than to drill that hole or fuck that mouth?” She smashed the rest of her cigarette into the sink then tossed the butt into the trash. “Whatever. We had him checked out. He’s a rich boy, so Julio wants you to be on your best behavior. Treat him real good.” She sneered at him again. “But don’t get any more of your knight in shining armor fantasies. Julio already made sure that Harold won’t be a problem no more. It would be a damn shame if you became a problem for Julio too.”
She laughed with gusto, her ample breasts shaking. After one last glare, she turned then left the room. Slade’s knees went weak and a wave of nausea settled in his stomach. He put the glass of alcohol down, no longer sure he could drink it without hurling it back up. He exited the kitchen from the other side near the laundry room, then ducked down the hallway to the room he shared with Valeena. The rent boys weren’t allowed to stay together—Julio frowned on fraternizing. He didn’t want the merchandise to get worn out.
He stepped inside his bedroom, turning on the light as he did. He’d already reached for the hem of his latest sparkly tee when something on the bed caught his eye. It was a newspaper, folded carefully as if to highlight a particular story. On shaky legs, he walked over to pick it up, not entirely sure he wanted to, but compelled nonetheless.
After he lifted the paper, his gaze went straight to the small headline.
Businessman Found Brutally Murdered in Desert.
Dropping it, he ran to the bathroom down the hall, his hand clapped over his mouth. As he vomited uncontrollably, he heard the awful cackling of Rita’s laughter from the dining room.
It didn’t matter how risky it was to try to get away from Julio. He would eventually die by his hand anyway. At least with Samson’s plan, he had a chance.
Chapter Five
It had been a few days since Parker’s world had taken a left turn. His sadness over what had gone on with Brett still lingered and his worry over Slade had increased. He’d left a message with Brett that morning. It was Friday, and he’d known that Brett would be leaving to head back to Denver soon. Parker’s shift began at eight, so they still would have had time to grab a bite to eat before Brett had to head to the airport. Brett had never returned the call.
He sighed loudly as he maneuvered the cruiser onto Sahara Road toward the Convention Center. There had been a call of suspicious activity behind the parking garage for the North Hall near some dumpsters. It was after midnight and the LVCC didn’t have anything going on at that time, so it was unlikely to be anything more than a drunk passed out by the dumpster or maybe someone diving in for anything they could scrounge up.
“The world that terrible?”
As partners for a long while and buddies outside of work too, Darren knew him rather well. Parker had been off the previous two days and hadn’t felt like socializing. When Brett was in town, it was
“Yeah?” He’d tried his best to make his tone sound blasé, as if it was of no more interest to him than any other ‘date’.
Be cool, asshole. Be cool.
She sneered at him. “Don’t get all excited. It’s not your true love Harold.”
He fought to keep from retching at the thought of such a thing.
“So? I’m sure you’ll fill me in on Friday.”
“Oh, I will. This one asked for you by name, says you gave him the number when he met you on the street. Did you fuck him already?”
Shit. What’s the right answer? Fuck.
“Uh, he, well he, uh, said he wanted me all to himself for one night. Wanted to do the whole thing where he took me out. You know, that type of gig.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, taking a long drag on her cigarette. She blew out an abundant stream of smoke. “Why would anyone want to waste their time with you other than to drill that hole or fuck that mouth?” She smashed the rest of her cigarette into the sink then tossed the butt into the trash. “Whatever. We had him checked out. He’s a rich boy, so Julio wants you to be on your best behavior. Treat him real good.” She sneered at him again. “But don’t get any more of your knight in shining armor fantasies. Julio already made sure that Harold won’t be a problem no more. It would be a damn shame if you became a problem for Julio too.”
She laughed with gusto, her ample breasts shaking. After one last glare, she turned then left the room. Slade’s knees went weak and a wave of nausea settled in his stomach. He put the glass of alcohol down, no longer sure he could drink it without hurling it back up. He exited the kitchen from the other side near the laundry room, then ducked down the hallway to the room he shared with Valeena. The rent boys weren’t allowed to stay together—Julio frowned on fraternizing. He didn’t want the merchandise to get worn out.
He stepped inside his bedroom, turning on the light as he did. He’d already reached for the hem of his latest sparkly tee when something on the bed caught his eye. It was a newspaper, folded carefully as if to highlight a particular story. On shaky legs, he walked over to pick it up, not entirely sure he wanted to, but compelled nonetheless.
After he lifted the paper, his gaze went straight to the small headline.
Businessman Found Brutally Murdered in Desert.
Dropping it, he ran to the bathroom down the hall, his hand clapped over his mouth. As he vomited uncontrollably, he heard the awful cackling of Rita’s laughter from the dining room.
It didn’t matter how risky it was to try to get away from Julio. He would eventually die by his hand anyway. At least with Samson’s plan, he had a chance.
Chapter Five
It had been a few days since Parker’s world had taken a left turn. His sadness over what had gone on with Brett still lingered and his worry over Slade had increased. He’d left a message with Brett that morning. It was Friday, and he’d known that Brett would be leaving to head back to Denver soon. Parker’s shift began at eight, so they still would have had time to grab a bite to eat before Brett had to head to the airport. Brett had never returned the call.
He sighed loudly as he maneuvered the cruiser onto Sahara Road toward the Convention Center. There had been a call of suspicious activity behind the parking garage for the North Hall near some dumpsters. It was after midnight and the LVCC didn’t have anything going on at that time, so it was unlikely to be anything more than a drunk passed out by the dumpster or maybe someone diving in for anything they could scrounge up.
“The world that terrible?”
As partners for a long while and buddies outside of work too, Darren knew him rather well. Parker had been off the previous two days and hadn’t felt like socializing. When Brett was in town, it was
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