Page 30 of The Highwaymen

I smirked at Stu's words, loving the implication that Deacon and Tammy would need recovery time after the show we just gave them. I located my discarded jeans and briefs, stepping into them commando, not bothering to clean up the mess leaking out of me. The denim felt rough and filthy against my sensitive, well-used hole.

Stu kept a possessive hand on me as I dressed, unwilling to relinquish contact. I preened under his touch, flashing Deacon a wicked, satisfied grin as I zipped up my fly. He glowered back, looking thoroughly debauched, and put out that he wouldn't be joining us.

“Gonna go give Jamie a more privateencore in my rig,” Stu announced gruffly, ushering me toward the trailer door. “Holler if y'all need anything before mornin'.”

“Oh, I think we'll manage just fine, sugar,” Tammy drawled. She slid a hand up Deacon's thigh, giving his spent cock a teasing squeeze. “Deke's a resilient one. Ain'tcha baby?”

Deacon just grunted, still looking dazed and slightly queasy at the filthy display he'd just witnessed. I blew him a mocking kiss over my shoulder as Stu propelled me out into the muggy night air.

The junkyard was deadquiet except for the distant chirp of crickets. Jamie and I lay together naked, limbs intertwined, on the narrow bed in the sleeper cab. My every breath was full of his scent, and the distant echo of our frenzied fucking the night before.

After our big show in Deacon’s trailer, we’d crawled into the back of the truck and I took Jamie from behind, praising him for being such a good boy and putting on such a good show for my old friends. I’d never seen Deacon so wrung out, especially not without ever having to touch him. Jamie seemed to have a weird knack for knowingexactly the kind of fucked up shit that got people off, and he wielded it like a weapon.

Jamie nuzzled into my chest, his soft hair tickling my chin. I wrapped my arms tighter around his slim frame, relishing the feeling of his smooth skin against mine. Our breaths were slow and even, perfectly in sync.

Just as I was drifting off into a sex-sated oblivion, the truck door was violently wrenched open. Harsh white light flooded the sleeper cab, jolting me awake. Before I could react, rough hands seized my ankles and dragged me out of the warmth of the bed.

“What the fuck?” I kicked and flailed. Jamie yelped as he was likewise grabbed and hauled out into the chilly night air.

We were dumped unceremoniously onto the dirt, naked and disoriented. Gravel bit into my ass and back. I tried to get to my feet, ready to beat the living shit out of whoever had dared to lay their hands on me and my boy, but strong hands pushed me down to my knees.

My eyes darted around wildly, trying to make sense of what the fuck was happening. Harsh floodlights mounted on trucks illuminated the junkyard, casting eerie shadows. The air reeked of motor oil, stale cigarettes, and the coppery tang of blood.

Half a dozen men with guns surrounded us, their faces obscured by bandanas. Cartel men. Fuck. A familiar figure emerged from the shadows, the lights glinting off his slicked-back hair and gold chains. Romeo Perez. The pieces clicked into place with a sinking realization.

Last night's cocaine shipment. I'd suspected Romeo had been skimming product off the top for months now. Last night, at the pickup, I called him on his bullshit. Last thing I needed was to under deliver to my buyer because Romeo couldn’t keep his fucking nose clean. I’d caught him red-handed and told him to fucking knock it off.I’d offered to cover for him this time and eat the cost, which I thought meant we had an understanding.

But he must’ve been afraid I’d rat to the higher-ups and ruin his little side hustle.

“Romeo, you two-timing piece of shit,” I growled, my voice dripping with venom. “You got some cojones pulling this shit!”

Romeo smirked, all feral arrogance. He crouched down to look me in the eye, his breath hot on my face. “Oh Stu, did you really think I'd let a washed-up old trucker fuck up my business? You should've kept your head down and your mouth shut.” He roughly grabbed my jaw, fingers digging in painfully. “Hey, don’t you worry about your white trash friends, neither. Me and my boys took real good care of them before we came to get you and your boyfriend here. So it’s just me, you, and my crew out here. Ain’t no cavalry coming today.”

Panic seized me like a vice as the implications of Romeo's words sunk in. Deacon. Tammy. Jamie. This was all my fault. I'd put them in danger with my big fucking mouth. And now I was gonna pay the price.

But I'd be damned if I went down without a fight.

I lunged at Romeo with a feral snarl, my hands going for his throat. But before I could reach him, something hard cracked against the back of my skull. White hot pain exploded behind my eyes. I crumpled to the ground, my vision swimming.

“Stu!” Jamie cried out, his voice high and panicked. He struggled against the men holding him, earning a vicious backhand across the face for his trouble. Blood gushed from his split lip.

“You fucking pigs!” I roared, trying to get back to my feet. But my head was spinning and my limbs felt like lead. “I'll fucking kill you!”

Romeo just laughed, cold and cruel. “Big words, old man. But I don't think you're in any position to be making threats.” He pulled out awicked-looking knife, the blade glinting in the harsh light. “See, here's what's gonna happen. Me and my boys are gonna have some fun with you and your little man here. And then we're gonna cut you both up into itty bitty pieces and scatter you all across the fucking desert.”

Romeo traced the knife down my cheek. The sharp steel bit into my flesh, drawing a thin line of blood. I hissed in pain but refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch.

“So you think you’re a tough guy, eh?” he taunted. “Let's see how tough you are when I'm carving you up.”

He moved the knife lower, pressing the point against my throat. My pulse hammered beneath the blade. One wrong move and he'd slit me wide open.

Jamie whimpered, his eyes wide with terror as he watched the scene unfold. The goons holding him leered, their hands pawing at his naked body. Rage boiled in my gut. If they laid one finger on my boy, I'd rip their fucking throats out with my teeth if I had to.

“Don’t hurt him,” Jamie pleaded. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just let him go.”

Romeo cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. He sauntered over to Jamie, gripping his jaw and forcing his head up. “Anything, huh? Well, ain't that sweet. Stu, your little bitch here is willing to take one for the team.”

I growled, straining against the hands holding me down. “Get your filthy fucking hands off my property.”

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