Page 40 of Justice For Me

There, in the cabinet, all the proof he needed. Relief washed over Dante. “Fruity Pebbles. Count Chocula. Poptarts. Microwave popcorn. A bag of Hershey’s chocolate bars. The kid has a gold mine of junk food up here.”

“Ooookkaaayy. Now who isn’t making sense?”

Dante was practically beaming as he stared into the junk food filled cabinet. “Malachi loves him. It’s as simple as that. The stubborn mule might not know it yet, but he is in love with the kid. That’s all I needed to know.”

“Dear Lord. First Megan and now this kid,” he said with a smirk. “Whatever is hell going to do without their commander-in-chief?”

“Don’t be such a bitch, Travis. It’s very unbecoming.” Just for spite, he pulled out the chocolate flavored cereal, a bowl, spoon, and a jug of milk. Ha! Whole milk. “I can’t believe I ever doubted him.”

Travis rolled his eyes. “Thank the good Lord. Can things please get back to normal now? You know? Me hating Malachi and you loving him? It’s been really tough defending that asshole.”

Before Dante could answer, Justice meandered into the kitchen, an innocent blush staining every inch of exposed skin. “Uh…good morning,” he said shyly. “I’m Justice. I guess you’re Dante? Dad’s friend?”

“That would be me,” Dante answered with a huge smile that made Travis want to burst out laughing. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” He pointed to Travis. “This is Travis, the love of my life…and official bane to Malachi’s existence.”

Justice reached for Travis’ offered hand. “Well, well. Don’t you just look freshly showered and fucked?” Travis pumped his hand in a friendly shake and loved seeing the blush glow an even brighter shade of red when the words registered. “Don’t worry a bit, kid. We all knew it wascoming. It was one alpha male claiming what belonged to him in front of another alpha male. No biggie.” Just for fun, he winked at the boy that looked a whole lot like Jasper and added, “Damn, but you’re a screamer, eh?”

Dante slapped his ass hard enough to cause a surprised yelp to slip from his mouth.

“Don’t mind him, Justice. He’s always a bitch where Malachi is concerned. They love to torment each other and my beautiful idiot obviously thinks that messing with you is the same as messing with Malachi. I apologize. We’ll take a trip to the playroom later this morning and I’ll punish him for his smartass mouth.” He kissed Travis breathless and then shoved him into an empty chair.

“Eh…yea, no problem,” Justice answered, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to say. He might be confused about how he felt about these two catching him in bed with Malachi and then listening to him get fucked, but he was pretty sure he was going to like both of them. Travis, if he would focus his teasing on somebody else, would be a hoot. Dante was a lot like Malachi…only not nearly as intimidating or scary. Dante didn’t look like he’d ever followed a schedule in his entire life. “So, I guess if you are here, it’s time for the trial to begin?”

“Yea, it’s time. Let’s wait on Malachi to get here before we go over the details. There have definitely been some major developments while you’ve been hidden away.” Dante was poured Count Chocula into a bowl and offered it to Justice.

Justice shook his head. “Nah, that’s Malachi’s shit. I’m a Fruity Pebbles man.” He rambled over to the cabinet and pulled down his cereal, totally unaware of the shocked expressions on both men’s faces.

“I’ll be damned,” Travis whispered in complete and utter awe.

“What’s up?” Malachi asked as he breezed into the kitchen, putting a quick kiss on Justice’s neck when he passed him to get to the coffee pot. “Is it time for the trail to start? Anything I need to be worried about with Justice’s safety? There hasn’t been the first sign of anything in good ole Tennessee.” After pouring his coffee, Malachi turned around to find Dante and Travis staring at him. Travis, the bitch, was holding his box of Count Chocula, a fucking smirk on his fucking pretty face.

Justice, as usual, was busy shoveling cereal into his mouth like somebody was about to take it away from him. His pretty blue eyes darted between Travis, Dante, and Malachi, trying to figure out what all the hoopla was about. He was adorable when he looked confused…and thoroughly fucked.

“Can I pour you a bowl, Malachi?” Travis asked sweetly.

“No, but you can shove it up your ass, Travis.” He answered with one of his most deadly glares.

“Uh uh. It’s not going to work anymore, Malachi. You aren’t nearly as scary now that I know you eat Count Chocula.”

“Rein him in, Dante.”

“Travis, stop tormenting my best friend.” He turned back to Malachi. “I would really love to tell you how adorably cute it is that you now eat chocolate cereal, but I’m pretty sure you can kick my ass, so I’ll politely keep the thought to myself.”

“Asshole.”

Justice snorted and coughed up some cereal. “You guys are totally wrong anyway. He might be a badass in the playroom on a normal day, but you should have him spank your ass when he’s hyped up on chocolate. That, my friends, is some jacked-up shit.”

“I’m going too really like you, kid,” Travis acknowledged. “Your blushes are all cutesy and everything, but there’s some fire in there too, isn’t there? Nice, very nice…very Malaci-ish.”

“Oh, there’s fire, alright,” Malachi said with a wink. “Don’t ever doubt that. Now, give me my cereal so you guys can make fun of me eating it. We need to discuss what the hell is going on to bring you here to fetch us back to the real world.” He dumped some cereal into a bowl, grabbing up a marshmallow before dumping more cereal on top. “I’m assuming nothing has happened that puts Justice’s security at risk? You’re acting way to casual for that, Dante.”

“Definitely not a security risk, but still major changes,” Dante answered. “The prosecution wants you back and ready to testify in three days. At this point, everybody doubts there will even be a trial. Rumors are that O’Hara is headed toward a plea deal. He’s the one demanding they move everything forward. The O’Hara patriarch has pulled all financial support for his son. Apparently he found out that the brothel his son had been frequenting pandered in human trafficking.” Dante shrugged. “Who would have thought it? A drug dealer with a twisted sense of morals…”

Justice felt his eyes widen in shock. “Human trafficking? Are you serious? I swear I didn’t know any of that shit went on there. I got the name of the place from a friend of a friend of a…you get it, right? I swear I didn’t know.”

Malachi ruffled his hair like he was a kid, and Travis made a production of choking on his pop tart when he saw the Dom’s outward display of affection. “Shut the fuck up, Travis.” To Justice, he said, “I’m sure nobody thinks you knew anything about it, pet. That isn’t what Dante is saying.”

“No…no way, Justice,” Dante answered quickly. “I’m just passing on what your father has shared with me. He’s really torn up…the way any dad would be. Apparently there was some significance to them having you in the upper room. He’s convinced they were planning on taking you.”

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