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the rough skin of
the guard’s neck.
    Crunch let out a chuckle. “Fucked ‘is son, so I
guess I deserved what was comin’.”
    Victor blinked, taken aback. “You fucked both
father and son?”
    “Told ya I’m a bastard.” Still laughing, Crunch
guided his hand to Victor’s buttocks. Its warmth seeped through the fabric of
the trousers and coaxed a sigh out of Victor.
    “I just hope the boy was already a man.” He gave
Crunch a questioning look, stirring under the already familiar touch.
    Crunch lifted his eyebrows. “I’m no cradle
snatcher.”
    “Good. Will you snatch me away from my porridge
again?” Victor asked, swiftly changing the topic.
    “Can’t today.” Crunch sighed and squeezed Victor’s
arse.
    “Oh... no?” Victor slid one arm around Crunch,
practically hugging him. What a wicked thing it was to fuck both the father and
son. He couldn’t really blame the father for feeling betrayed.
    “Nah, got duties. Ya keep yarself outta trouble,
yeah?” Crunch leaned down and groaned into Victor’s hair.
    “Tomorrow then?” insisted Victor.
    “Fuck yeah. I’m so having yar arse tomorrow.”
    Victor couldn’t help the blush he felt on his
cheeks. “Can’t wait...” he trailed off, biting his lip with a soft sigh. He
slid his gaze down Crunch’s muscular body and yes, he definitely wanted it too.
    “Wish I could today.” Crunch trailed his hands up
Victor’s body. “Yar such a looker.”
    Victor lowered his hand, instinctively pressing it
against his side, but instead, he caught Crunch’s palm against his ribs and
froze.
    “Watcha doin’?” There was a sharper edge to
Crunch’s voice.
    Victor swallowed, giving him a smile that he
already knew was tense and unnatural. “Nothing.”
    “I know yar not ticklish. Touched ya there
yesterday.” Crunch raised his eyebrows.
    Victor stared at him, his gut clenching. “I have a
hole in my shirt, that’s all,” he lied in hope Crunch would buy it.
    “Oh yeah? Show me.”
    Victor shook his head, backing away from him with
his heart in his throat. All of a sudden, Crunch became a threat.
    “I said ‘show me’.” It was as if the air went
solid around Victor when Crunch grabbed his arm, digging his fingers into his
flesh.
    “Please, don’t!”
    Crunch’s grasp was becoming painful, almost as if
he wanted to tear a chunk of meat off Victor’s arm. “Ya got a fuckin’ weapon?”
He leaned in, squinting, with his nostrils flaring.
    “No!” Victor shook his head. His heart was
hammering so fast it was getting him nauseous. “It’s personal...”
    “Lover’s locket?” Crunch mocked with a sneer.
    Victor paled, gritting his teeth in fury that he
knew he couldn’t release. “None of your business!”
    “Give it up, ya knobhead,” Crunch growled at him
and shook Victor without much effort. “Did ya even think what’d ‘appen if
someone else found it?”
    “It’s mine,” Victor hissed through clenched teeth
but couldn’t help the instinct to cover his face. His nails sunk into the other
man’s wrist.
    “Oy! Ya askin’ for trouble.”
    “What is it that you can do to me, huh?” Victor
exploded, trying to get away at all cost. His temples were pulsing with panic.
    “I’m not even gonna start listin’.” Crunch
furrowed his eyebrows, his grip not loosening for a second. “Whatever it is, I
can keep it safe. Anyone else finds it, and ya get a beatin’.”
    “Why would I trust you? You people took everything
from me.” Victor’s voice was shaky, rasping, but he managed not to spill the
tears of terror at the thought of losing his most prized possession. He didn’t
mean Crunch personally, but the man was part of it all. Why would he be any
different than the person who donned his coat right after ripping it from his
shoulders?
    Crunch let go of him and clenched his jaw. “I
dunno. Why would ya? Why would ya go with me to the watchtower, huh?”
    “Why would I go other than finding you handsome
and needing the