Page 2 of Dreamers Often Lie

“No, dumbass. Look who’s walking towards us.”

I sighed as I glanced up. I didn’t know their names, but I knew who they were. Poppa Cappie made sure that we knew everyone at his rival’s studio. Poppa Cappie and Daddy Monty… Talk about two people who truly hated each other so much that they acted like an old married couple.

Daddy Monty and my uncle used to be best friends, but money and power got between them. We'll never know who was actually at fault, and it really didn’t matter. Our two houses of ill-repute – our studios and social media all kept the feud active and fiery. I hated them because I had to. They hated me because I was more beautiful and more muscular than them. My going rate was the most expensive of all the boys, and their jealousy knew no boundaries. Even the guys in my own house treated me as if I were special. I was, and I hated it.

Uncle Cap didn’t treat me any differently than he did his other boys, though. I worked just as hard as they did – harder because I was so desired. Only one other in the house gave me a run for my money, and he was a total narcissist who enjoyed staring at himself more than his clients. Jules was a real asshole.

“What do you wanna do?” Sam glanced around.

“I’m really not in the mood to deal with this shit today.” I groaned, knowing that the shit was about to go down. Everyone thought I was a hothead, but Gregory could never let a sleeping dog lie. I preferred to pick my battles when they mattered, but somehow, I had developed a reputation as a class-A prick.

“Let’s remind them that they may live on the same street, but that street belongs to us,” Greg laughed loudly and slowly raisedhis middle finger as they approached. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to get under the competition’s skin.

“Is that finger for us?” The tallest one, I think his name was Abe Masters, which was a stupid name for someone who sucked as much dick as he did on camera, stopped and stared at Gregory and Sam.

“Well… It is a finger, and it is pointing up.” Greg smirked.

“I mean, it’s not pointing at you, but yes, it is pointing nonetheless.” Sam chuckled as he shifted his feet gently away from Greg, who was as coiled tightly as a cobra.

“Oh, I think it’s totally meant for me. Did my last video outperform yours? It must be hard to know you’re considered one of thelaziest fuckson the internet.”

“Now it is definitely pointing towards you.” Greg shifted his finger and pushed it further towards him.

“Looks more erect than your penis. Perhaps you should use that finger instead.” Abe cracked his knuckles.

“It’s abigfinger.” Abe’s redheaded friend laughed. I had seen him but couldn’t remember his name. Monty was trying to make him a thing – but so far, he wasn’t very memorable.

“It’s a big dick, and I have no trouble getting hard.” Greg took a step forward and moved his finger a few inches from the redhead's face.

“That’s not the rumor on LPSG. They say other actors complain when they work with a Cappie boy.” Abe cackled and got in Greg’s face – which was a stupid move. Abe was tall, but Greg was huge.

I needed to put a stop to this or it was going to get ugly. “Is that what they say?” I muttered lowly from behind Greg and Sam and stepped around them so the Monty boys could see me. “I think it’s more likely whatyouwant to believe, but I dare you to say that tomyface.”

“Stop it!” Ben, one of Monty’s most popular boys, ran down the street towards his friends. “There are people over there watching, and one of them has a camera.”

“So?” Abe seethed.

“So, this won’t help either one of our houses. It just makes us look like a bunch of rednecks or gang members.”

“Gang bang members.” Greg huffed.

Greg – did I say he was the hotheaded one? Yes, I did. Greg pushed Abe on his chest with his finger, and before I knew what was happening, Abe swung his fist, and it collided with Greg’s jaw. He barely registered the punch. He barely moved as he recovered, but when he did jump into action, it was faster than anyone could have expected. His large, muscular frame tackled Abe, and they fell to the ground – arms and legs flopping onto the hard pavement in front of Tammy Sue’s Beauty Salon.

I cracked my neck and prepared myself for the eventual outcome. Sam and the redhead ran at each other, and I grinned at Ben.

“Hey, pretty boy,” I smirked. “You’re gonna just stand there as your friends do all the dirty work.” The mess was already going down, and I could see the people down the street filming. I wasn’t going to be the only one looking like a fool while my friends did the dirty work.

“Ty. We’re not our bosses. It doesn’t have to be this way. I have nothing against you.” Ben held his hands up.

“I don’t think we have a choice unless you want to look like a coward, Benny Boy.” I stepped towards him, and he held his hands up in front of his face. “As always, cameras are rolling.”

“We should be pulling them apart… Oh, fuck it.” Ben shook his head, and his hands turned to fists. “We’re already in the fucking thick of it. Maybe Monty will give me a bonus.”

Greg and Abe were rolling on the ground, trying to get the best of each other. The sound of fists on flesh punctuated the air.Sam and the redhead were already out of my sight, but I didn’t need to worry about Sam. He was a fucking little scrapper.

“You wish.” I stepped forward, and Ben fucking ran at me. I moved slightly to the left and held my foot out. Ben tripped and tumbled to the ground. Hopefully, he didn’t hurt that pretty face. That would have been a shame, even for one of Monty’s boys. Ben was a total cutie and one of the only ones who gave me a run for my money in this business we called show.

“Fuck!” He picked himself up and came at me, throwing a punch that I artfully dodged. “Fucking cat prince!” He stepped back and wiped the trickle of blood from his forehead.

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