Page 116 of Agony

Real’s muscles corded and bunched and they all watched as Tanis’ head was pushed through the bars of the cage and into a very tight space that wasn’t designed to fit a human head.

Tanis’s face and skull caved between the bars and the onslaught of Real’s force.

The big soldier stepped back and left Tanis hanging there.

Tanis gagged and jerked until he went still.

Fisher blinked up at Justice and he was pulled closer, his nape nuzzled.

Real stalked over and lifted Azrael up from the floor and into his arms. The boy wrapped his arms around the big soldier’s neck as he was carried out of the bunker.

“Let’s get these kids out of here,” Stone ordered into the quiet.

Nobody cared that Tanis had died the way he had. The only regret was that the kids in there had witnessed the brutality, but compared to what they had lived through, that might be mild.

The room broke out in noise as the boys whooped and cheered, banging on their cages. Stone grabbed the ring of keys on the wall and started unlocking cages.

“Fisher!”

He spun from Justice when Beck called his name and caught the teenager in his arms.

Crow pulled his phone out and pulled up a photo and started looking over the boys until he stopped at one unlocked cage.

“Steven?”

“Who are you?” the child asked.

“Your father sent me,” Crow murmured and the boy started crying loudly. When Crow tried to take Steven from the cage, the boy hung onto another boy inside.

“We can’t leave without Mikey!” Steven cried, and Crow assured the boy that they wouldn’t leave Mikey behind. Once Crow had both boys out of the cage, Mikey ran to him and hugged him tightly before Crow guided both boys out of the room.

Fisher swallowed around the lump in his throat and handed Beck off to one of the soldiers who were waiting.

“What’s going to happen to me?” Beck’s voice wobbled.

“Don’t worry,” Justice murmured and Fisher gave the teenager an encouraging nod.

CPS was on site to help with the situation.

Fisher turned and gazed up at Justice.

“It was a good day.”

“It was,” Justice agreed and drew him from the bunker.

Two days later…

Justice rolled over in bed and came up against a warm body. Smiling groggily, he slid an arm over Fisher and scooted closer.

The man groaned grumpily and he nuzzled into that long luxurious hair. They’d spent the last two days in bed most of the time when they weren’t talking or eating food that had been delivered. He’d been able to talk Fisher into moving in with him and out of that shabby apartment the previous night and was looking forward to the next chapter in their lives.

Fisher snorted and Justice lifted his head.

“What?”

“Whatcha thinking?”

“How nice this is, you in my bed every night.”

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