Page 10 of Hollow Heart

I don’t want to go home.

It’s too big, too cold.

Too empty.

I twist in his arms, the mystery man, but his grip is solid.

“Time to sober up and face the music, kid.” Lou sighs heavily as the cool air kisses my skin. I think we’re outside, but I don’t remember walking.

“He’s worse than Issax,” the other voice drawls. “Shit, is he always like this?”

Lou chortles. “No. Just when he doesn’t get what he wants.”

I spit at Lou, but I’m not sure it lands.

“Fuck you, Lou. I’m Felix fucking Hart. I always get what I want.”

I’m throttled up against a hard surface. My shirt catches on the brick.

I open my eyes, staring back at a familiar face.

The drummer from earlier.

From Hollow Pointe.

Duncan McKay.

His deep, amber eyes burn into mine, full of fury and expectation.

I writhe underneath his grasp. His hand around my throat settles some fucked up shit inside of me, making my cock hard.

I don’t remember putting it back in my pants, but I’m acutely aware of the friction of my jeans against my shaft.

“Not today, Felix. You get what you deserve. Now shut the fuck up, and get in the car.”

Duncan’s fingers loosen their grip as he lets me down, and I stumble. My gaze meets his, then Lou’s, who is standing next to his Escalade. The back door is open.

I say nothing, because I can’t.

Because he’s right.

I deserve shit.

Because I am shit.

Lou chuckles. “Well, that’s a first. I think you rendered him speechless.”

Rough hands settle on my shoulders as I’m pushed forward. I let Duncan help me into the car while Lou takes the driver seat.

When the door shuts, I lean my head against the tinted window, staring out at the world outside.

Images of Sully and me threaten to spiral again, and I shove them down.

What I deserve...

Fuck.

I don’t deserve anyone.

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