Page 57 of Lost Boy

“But Mitch’s father wouldn’t leave the victim alone. I had to relocate him so he could live in peace. I warned Mitch’s father to stay away but he didn’t listen. Then he tried to blackmail me. Said he’d make it look like I hurt the boy.”

Byron pushed his almost empty cup away. The more he learned about Mitch’s father the more he despised the man.

“I have no idea how that man raised such a good boy like yours.”

Byron agreed.

“That’s why I wanted to make sure Mitch got out of that law firm. I’m going to take them down and I don’t want Mitch to get caught up.”

“You’ll wait until Mitch is clear?” He didn’t want his boy hurt.

“I will. I’m having fun playing with Mitch’s father for now.”

“Okay.”

Mac finished off his coffee. He was getting ready to leave.

Bryon had one more question. “You don’t have listening devices on us, do you?”

Mac laughed. “Hell no, I don’t want to hear you having sex. I’ve already had pulled back my watching of the detective. He and his boy go at it like rabbits.”

Byron was still chuckling when Mac walked out the door.

Grant was not going to believe the conversation he just had with the hit-man. Byron almost couldn’t believe it himself. So why did he feel like he’d be seeing a lot more of the hit-man? Something told Byron that he needed to invest in better locks.

Mitch

Running around Byron’s house in just his pull-up chasing the remote control hummer Byron had bought him was more fun than Mitch had ever had.

He skidded around the corner almost running into the couch. He caught himself, laughing, as Byron reversed the hummer. Byron sitting in his big leather recliner as he controlled the hummer while Mitch ran around hardly seemed fair. Mitch hopped over to his Daddy.

“Tired boy?” Byron asked setting the remote in his lap.

Mitch shook his head. He’d been surprised with his new present and Byron’s insistence that he only wore his pull-up.

It wasn’t that Mitch ever used his pull-up. He just liked how it made him feel. Like he was a big boy. Byron’s good big boy.

But he wasn’t always good. He closed the distance and grabbed the remote control.

So surprised that he’d gotten away with grabbing it Mitch just stood there.

“Now what?” Byron asked grinning.

Mitch hadn’t really thought about what to do next. He hadn’t expected to be able to get the remote control.

“I know!” Byron reached over and grabbed Mitch’s arm. Then he tugged Mitch into his lap.

Mitch squealed and kicked his legs but thankfully Byron was stronger than him and able to hold him down. Because, like, being in Byron’s lap was such a hardship.

Byron picked him up and set firmly on his lap. “Go ahead and play,” his Daddy said.

Even Mitch knew that Byron was up to something. Which ended well for him most of the time. His Daddy had the best, most wicked, and hottest ideas. Byron looked the part of a hot biker Daddy but it was his dirty mind that Mitch struggled not to fall in love with.

Not that Mitch thought he had any chance. He already cared so much for Byron. There wasn’t a minute of any day that he wasn’t thinking about the man who’d taken control of his every thought.

For so long Mitch had craved having someone who could take away his pain and doubts. The first time that Byron had ordered him to his knees a sense of peace had entered him. Mitch was still clinging to that feeling.

Mitch started to roll the hummer forward. He pushed the buttons gently not sure what they all did. The hummer sped up then stopped. Okay, that was forward. He tried to reverse.

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