Page 12 of Justice For Me

There wasn’t one damned thing to do while trapped in the house in the middle of nowhere…without his cell phone or the internet. Yes, Malachi could use the internet with his iPad, but he hadn’t been allowed to bring anything. Annoying Malachi was all he fucking had left.

“Is that your real eye color? Because I bet it isn’t. I’ve never seen another living person with violet-colored eyes. Are they real?” Maybe he could irritate him enough to make him spank him again? Now that was a plan he could work with.

Violet eyes didn’t even flicker up from the iPad. They were real and they were fucking awesome, but he wouldn’t let Malachi know he thought that. The hot bastard probably had people falling all over themselves to be with him anyway. Like he needed another boost to his ego?

“Do you want to play some video games? I don’t know whose house this is, but they’ve got a pretty sweet selection of games. I bet I can beat your ass at any game you pick out. How ‘bout it?”

Dear Lord, he was going to die of boredom before Marcus’ father was able to find him and kill him. Was dying of boredom painful? It had to be. It felt like it.

“It wouldn’t kill you to say something, you know.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to be quiet, you know,” Malachi dead-panned.

Violet eyes never left the iPad though. Maybe the dude was looking at porn?

“So, all this submissive and dominant shit, maybe you could let me use your nifty iPad and I could research what it’s all about and see if it is something I might be interested in.” Oh, he was fucking interested in it.

“I’ll teach you everything you need to know. I certainly don’t want you looking shit up on the internet and thinking what you find might actually have any merit to it. I don’t need your wandering mind clouded with nonsense.”

Uh oh. Internet research, already done. How did he think he ended up at the Victorian house, anyway? By accident? Selling Girl Scout cookies? Looking for his lost puppy?

“Soooo. Did you want to play those video games?”

Malachi sat the iPad aside. “Did you know that I have the skills to kill you around fifty different ways? Right now, because of your endless chitter-chatter, I’m contemplating trying out at least ten of them. You know? Take you right to the edge but not shove you all the way over?”

Justice sat there, blinking. Malachi probably did know fifty ways to kill him. The very fact that his father trusted his safety with the man told Justice just how adept he must truly be. He never smiled, joked, or, God forbid, laughed. He probably had to follow a schedule on when he would take a dump or get laid. He was also all Justice could think about. He’d never wanted anybody so badly in his entire life and the threat that he might fuck this up terrified him beyond words. His feelings terrified the shit out of him…for many reasons.

“Okay, okay. You can teach me how to fight, all that cool shit like how to kill people fifty different ways. Unlike you, I’m not driven to be an over-achiever so you can teach me…like ten different ways and that will be enough for me to choose from if the opportunity ever presents itself.”

He expected Malachi to either grunt or glare, and then leave him alone, disappearing into the basement like he did about this time every single day. What he didn’t expect is what happened next.

“Put on some sweats or shorts and come down into the basement.”

Holy fine fuck! He was getting to go to the basement!

Justice looked around the room, shocked at the amount of gym equipment available for him to work out with. He wished he’d known all this shit was down here. There were punching bags, pull-up bars, treadmills, elliptical machines, weight machines, and free weights. An area was set aside for what looked like wrestling or kick-boxing workouts. Three walls of the gym area were covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. He thought for sure he’d just walked straight into Heaven.

“Holy shit, this is some set up for a basement in a vacation home. I see now what’s been keeping you so busy during the day.”

Malachi arched a brow. “Mmhmm. What did you think I was doing down here? Crocheting?”

“Eh…waterboarding boy scouts? Drowning puppies? Pulling the fingernails off little old ladies?” He flashed Malachi a big fat teasing smile. Instead of seeing him do all that, he was busy envisioning the guy shirtless, muscles flexing and dripping with sweat. Shit, he was so fucking turning gay.

“Ha-ha. Very funny, smartass.” He waved a hand toward the free weights further back in the room. “How are you with free weights, kid? Comfortable with that or would you rather work the machines?” He glanced around in the direction of his pet, eye-fucking him…just because he could. Damn, but the kid looked fucking hot in his baggy gray sweats and absolutely nothing else. Bless those sweats, they accented that tight bubble ass perfectly. “From the looks of your body, you must spend some time in the gym.”

“MmmHmmm,” Justice murmured. Malachi’s intense gaze was making him feel all kinds of hot in all kinds of places. Strutting out a boner in the gym would definitely be against Malachi’s workout rules, he guessed. Shit. He was going to get kicked out after only one workout session. “Ah…actually not a lot of time working out with weights. I usually run or swim,” he finally added. “Dad’s made sure I’ve been trained in all sorts of martial arts. He’s terrified that I’m going to get myself ‘iced’ one day.”

Yep, swimmer’s body, gorgeously lean, tapered at the hips, trim waist, long legs, and hairless. Malachi bet the kid could rock a Speedo but guessed he probably opted for a more modest pair of trunks. Pity.

“No problem. We’ll get you comfortable with these bad boys really quick.”

Justice arched a brow as he watched Malachi start stacking weights onto a bar over the bench press. He thought he was adapting to everything the man had tossed his way pretty damned well. He loved every new sensation pretty damned well too. “Sure.”

Weights properly stacked on the bar, Malachi said, “Okay, you always need to start with some stretches and warm up cardio moves to get nice and limber and your blood flowing good.”

Oh hell, the blood was flowing…just maybe not in the direction Malachi had in mind. If he wasn’t careful, every blood drop would be flowing due south as fast as possible.

“Just do whatever stretches you usually do before a run and then top that off with some push-ups. That should be enough to get you ready to take what I’m planning on giving you.”

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