Page 5 of A Past Too Broken

“I agree,” I tell him. “It’s bullshit, but what can we do? The last thing we need is a vigilante out there, running amok and ruining years of carefully put-together plans and regulations. We might not be as organized and cohesive as that annoying organization, but we still take care of one another in our own ways. Though I’m almost tempted to toss him to that particular merry band of psychopaths. The chaos could be fun.”

Reggie sneezes, showing how unimpressed he is about the explanation, but I just shrug in response.

My phone buzzes, startling the cat, who jumps and hisses at the offending device. “Sorry,” I say absently, picking it up and reading the text.

MOLLY

In place. You owe me

ZAY

Name your price

MOLLY

Don’t worry, I will.

“I can’t wait until he’s no longer a teenager,” I tell Reggie, who seems to agree as he flops down onto the counter.

The only things the last three years have changed about Molly is that he’s now legally an adult at eighteen, and he started T last year. Otherwise, he’s still the same surly, bratty, pain in all our asses that Elijah rescued off the street.

Oh and now his crush on Cash isn’t creepy or frowned upon since, legal adult and all that—not that Cash will give the kid the time of day.

ZAY

Let me know if anything changes

I don’t get a response, but I didn’t expect one. Molly is very good at his job. Being young, cute, and used to surviving on the street, he’s the perfect person to send in to spy on wayward vigilantes.

“Daddy has to work today, but I promise once I’m done with pest control, we’ll spend the entire weekend together,” I tell Reggie, picking him up off the counter.

He purrs, and I cuddle him close, kissing the top of his head. “I know, I’ll miss you too, baby. I think there’s a new season ofIs It Cake?we can watch during my off time.”

Setting Reggie on the ground, I go over to the treat cabinet and take two out, tossing them across the room and smiling as he runs after them.

With my cat entertained, I head into my bedroom for a quick shower and change of clothes. Deciding what to bring to this kidnapping is hard. It would be so much easier to just bring my rifle and snipe the bastard, but… Cash and Hollis are both convinced there’s more to the story, so I’m supposed totalkto him before shooting him.

At least they’re willing to let me be the one to “interrogate” him, since it’smykills he’s been stealing.

A few handguns and an array of knives should do the trick, though I lovingly run my hand across the case of my baby before locking the weapon’s safe back up.

“See ya later, Reggie!” I call over my shoulder on the way out of the house.

* * *

The apartment Minlives in is nondescript. It’s tricky since apartment buildings mean people, which translates to being unable to just waltz in and kidnap him.

Crossing the road, I enter the alley between two buildings and lean against the brick wall next to Molly.

“Anything interesting happen?”

“Nope. You got a plan? Because I got things to do and places to be, and stalking twinks aren’t on either of those lists.”

Before I can respond, the front door to the apartment building opens, and Min walks out onto the street.

Without a glance at me, Molly leaves the alley, jogging across the street and almost getting himself hit by a car as he does so.

Good to see the bastard isn’t a total asshole. He helps Molly out of the street and up onto the sidewalk. I am sadly not superhuman and can’t hear what they’re saying, but I’m assuming Molly is assuring him that he’s fine.

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