Page 54 of Benji

Hmm. “You like him?”

He shot me a deadpan stare. “If he asked me to stayfor a week at his amazing place so I could live in the lap of luxury in between him fucking me into oblivion every chance he gets, and if he was paying me for this privilege?” He raised an eyebrow. “I certainly wouldn’t be saying no. I’d even let him hit me with his car.”

I snorted again. “I didn’tlethim hit me with his car.”

“How is your back anyway?” Ky asked. “Fitch said you were all scratched up.”

“I’m fine. I just had a sore muscle, but that got ironed out pretty quick.”

“I bet it did,” he said. Then he sighed. “So, about the guys who were chasing you that night...”

I sighed. “Can we not talk about them? They’ll go away eventually. They always do.”

Fitch shook his head. “Not until he stops looking for you.”

“He can fuck off. I hope he rots in jail.”

“Do you think he’ll get out?”

“Probably. He keeps getting let off because he doesn’t do the dirty work. He has his idiot guard dogs on his payroll to do it for him.”

Ky turned onto his side to face me. “I don’t understand why he won’t just give up. It’s certainly not out of love.”

“It’s about control,” Fitch said.

I nodded. “Yeah. He hates that he can’t control me anymore,” I said. “But I also know shit, and the fact he no longer has me on a leash means I’m a loose end.”

“I hate him,” Fitch mumbled.

I snorted. “Take a number. There is a very long list of people ahead of you.”

I hated that they worried for me, and I hated that they had to always be on the lookout for me. It wasn’t fair. And I hated that they were also in the firing line because of me.

Anyone being on my father’s radar was never good.

But I hated that we couldn’t even enjoy a moment in the sun in a super nice apartment without my troubles being a dark cloud over us.

“Enough about that arsehole. You guys hungry?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “I can make you some lunch?”

Fitch patted his stomach. “Mmm, food. Whatcha got?”

“Let’s go inside and have a look. Fair warning though. It’s probably going to be healthy.”

I made us each a sandwich full of fresh ham and every salad item in the fridge. Coupled with a glass of juice, if the speed in which Ky and Fitch both annihilated theirs, I assumed it was all pretty good.

“What’s your plans for tonight?” I asked them both.

“Work,” Fitch said, and Ky nodded.

“What about you?” Ky asked.

“I don’t know what time Nolan will be home. So I’ll make him dinner and probably spend a good amount of time douching in the shower so he can fuck me all night long.”

Fitch laughed. “Look at you being such a perfect househusband.”

“I only have a few days left, so I plan to make the most of it.”

“Live it up while you can, huh?” Ky nodded. “I get that. Miss your stupid face at home though.”

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