Page 28 of Lost Boy

Byron leaned back against the cushion as he kept a strong hand on the back of Mitch’s neck. He couldn’t think of a better way for their night to have begun.

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Mitch

Mitch stomped out of the courthouse cursing in his head. His father had gone too far. He’d lied in court. Mitch knew his father wasn’t a good man but he’d gone too far this time. Mitch couldn’t do this any longer. He couldn’t work for the firm any longer. He was done.

Inside the private room, they’d been preparing their case in the client had gone beyond confessing. He’d asked for advice on how to not get caught the next time. The next time! And his father had fucking told him how to hide his evil doings.

Mitch wasn’t naïve. At least he’d never believed he was. Still, his father’s actions shocked him. And he couldn’t go back to the office, the firm. He wasn’t even supposed to be there that day. One of the other partners in the firm had caught the flu and Mitch was called in to sit second chair.

He felt dirty.

Wrecked.

He stomped down the steps ignoring the people coming and going around him. They didn’t matter. Nobody mattered. Mitch could try and try but he couldn’t help anyone. He wasn’t making a difference.

Starting to get overwhelmed, again, he rushed down the rest of the steps and around the corner. He dropped his briefcase as he leaned against the brick building. He clamped his eyes closed and took a deep breath. Then another. And another. Just like his Daddy always told him to do.

“Are you okay?”

Mitch flinched back before dragging open his eyes. Just that much movement took effort.

A tall, well dressed, bald man stood in front of him looking concerned.

Mitch flushed with shame. This was ridiculous. He was a grown man and he was about to have a panic attack. He bent at the waist and took a deep breath.

“Fine,” he waved his hand. “Just fine. I needed a moment.”

The man nodded. But didn’t seem to feel comfortable leaving Mitch on his own. Mitch had no idea what he looked like, but it probably wasn’t great.

Mitch finished the deep breathing that Byron had worked with him over the weekend on. Once he was at least prepared to get the guy to leave him, Mitch straightened.

“You look better.” The stranger bent and picked up Mitch’s briefcase. He handed it over.

“Thank you.”

“You are very welcome Mitch.”

Mitch stiffened. Fuck, was this one of his father’s cronies? Was he going to threaten Mitch? Had Mitch heard too much? His instincts screaming at him to run. He cleared his throat. “Do I know you?”

The man shook his head. “No. But I know you. Or I believe I do. I’ve watched you. You don’t belong with that firm. Your father is as much of a criminal as the people he represents.”

Mitch sighed. Government. He wasn’t even surprised. “Who are you?”

“My name is Mac.”

Well, that didn’t tell him anything. “Okay.”

“I was in the courtroom today. I could tell you were just as disgusted with the verdict as I was.”

Shit, this wasn’t going to go well. If this guy was from the government, he’d want to turn on his father. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“You are a terrible liar.” Mac grinned, showing off bright straight teeth. He was very attractive. Although Mitch preferred his young biker Daddy much better.

“What is it you want?” Mitch demanded. His heart was beating erratically and he was on the verge of another panic attack. This was too much added to his day.

Mac took a step back. “I was just worried about you. You looked upset when you left the courthouse. I was concerned you’d pass out or something.”

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