closed his eyes as he came, allowing the senator to breathe again as he flooded the other man’s body
with his cum and his will.
Chase limped through the garage door in the basement of his condo, Ethan, Lance, and Richard behind
him. Ethan and Lance had woken up about halfway home and they’d taken turns driving as each man
dealt with the pain of Sabrina’s attack. Chase’s body had settled from searing fire to a dull throbbing
ache. But he had hope for the first time since Sabrina left. The pain was worth it for that.
Matt and Corey were in the living room, watching the news.
“Hey, what happened?” Corey asked as they walked into the room. “I’ve been trying to call you
all afternoon.”
Chase collapsed onto the couch with a groan. “We turned off our phones after Sabrina attacked us.
Didn’t you get my text?”
Corey nodded. “It was cryptic and I couldn’t trace you after.”
“Why’d you turn off your phones?” Matt asked.
Chase explained what happened. “We thought it would be better if we couldn’t be traced, in case
he looked for us after our bodies ‘disappeared.’”
Corey shook his head. “That’s crazy.”
“But she didn’t kill us,” Ethan said from where he’d laid down on the floor. “I think that’s a good
sign.”
“I would agree with that,” Richard said with a sigh. “Did you call Kathy?” he asked, glancing up
at Matt.
“I did. She was worried that we didn’t know anything else, though.”
“That’s to be expected. Can I borrow your phone?”
Matt tossed Richard his phone and Richard walked out of the room.
Chase watched him leave. “If he announces we’re still alive, Sabrina will be in danger,” he said
in a soft voice. They’d talked it over on the way home. “But he can’t hide behind a fake death, either.”
Chase sighed. “I don’t know what to do.”
The television flashed red with white writing announcing a news alert and the men turned to
watch.
“Riots have broken out across many cities across the world over the last few days, but have taken
a turn for the worse today,” the news anchor said in a solemn voice. The screen flashed to a group of