Page 71 of Justice For Me

Justice sat in his seat, praying he hadn’t heard him correctly. “Are you saying that you, no, we are relying on a man that is actively involved with the sex slave trade…that probably did shit to you that he should be killed for?”

“Lower your voice!” Jasper hissed. His cheeks were blazing from fury and shame.

Justice dropped his voice. “That’s our plan? Please tell me there’s more to it than that.”

“There’s more to it than that.”

“Fucker.”

If he’d thought to provoke a response from Jasper…or more information, he’d been mistaken. As silence descended on them again, Justice tried to focus on what was important – getting Nicholas out of Malachi’s life permanently. He might not be the lover Malachi wanted, might not be able to give him everything that Megan could, but he could give him this. After what the bastard Nicholas had done to Malachi as a child and then to Jasper when he’d been Victor’s sex slave, the fucker needed to disappear.

He gnawed his bottom lip, trying to calm the questions swirling in his mind. He knew what he was doing could very well be fueled by the fire of one of his many symptoms, but he honestly didn’t believe they were related at all. He was going to take care of Nicholas for Malachi because he loved him. It wouldn’t make Malachi love him any more…but it still needed to be done. Yea, he had to keep focusing on the fact that his actions couldn’t make someone care for him more – they had to love him on their own.

Jasper kept toying with his computer, annoying the holy hell out of him. “Whatcha working on?” He leaned over and expected Jasper to knock him away, but he didn’t, just kept reading whatever was on the screen in front of him.

“I’m reading about RAD. I need to know what I’m up against.” Jasper answered drily.

“What…the…fuck, dude?” Justice nearly screamed. “You can’t…you can’t just do that shit in front of me.” He tried to yank the computer out of Jasper’s hands, but the kid was too quick. “You need to learn to do that kind of shit behind somebody’s back! That’s fucking rude.”

Jasper gave him an eye roll that could equal one of his own.

“Is there a problem?” A stewardess asked politely. Just their luck, she had to be strolling by at just the wrong time.

“Yes, there’s a problem. He’s an asshole,” Justice growled. “Give me the computer, Jasper.”

“No problem, ma’am, we’re fine. Thanks for asking,” Jasper answered politely.

Justice nearly puked as he watched the chick fall, ass over tits, for Jasper’s sweet innocence. She didn’t have a fucking clue how devilish Goldilocks could be. With a wink for each of them, she strolled away, ass swaying from side to side. He was certain that little demonstration was for both of them.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Justice. We all have issues, you’re not anything special. Get out your smart phone and look up PTSD, that way you’ll know what you might be up against with me.”

“Holy shit, we don’t have a fucking chance, do we?” Jasper cocked a brow at him but kept reading.

Jasper’s eyes never flickered away from the computer screen. He’d used the photo and the old FBI equipment on Susannah’s computer to help him jumpstart how to find Emilio…aka Jameson Bentley, the man with the kind eyes in a sea of evil. Yea, that was about the extent of his plan. In other words, there wasn’t a plan.

Chapter 21

Jasper’s brilliant plan to convince Emilio to betray Nicholas and reveal where he was hiding had them in the center of Emilio’s huge king-sized bed, buck-ass naked, and in their waiting positions. Justice was kneeling, legs spread wide, head bowed and hands locked behind his head. Jasper, only inches away, assumed an almost identical position but his hands were resting, palms up, on his opened thighs.

“I cannot fucking believe this was your fucking plan!” Justice whined. He whined even when he knew it wouldn’t make a fucking difference in how the scenario played out. The fucker hadn’t been kidding, they didn’t have a gun. Hell, they didn’t have a fucking letter opener! They’d waltzed right up to Emilio’s compound, asked to see the guy (telling them to tell Emilio that Angel and Malachi’s pet were there for him), and then, like it wasn’t some super-human stretch to ever think a fucker that dealt daily in the skin trade…human trafficking…prostituting people against their will would actually want to do the right thing, he’d asked the man to tell them where Nicholas was currently hiding.

Team Jasper/Justice – fucking zero, bad guys – score.

“Did you have a better one?” Jasper snapped irritably.

“Uh…yea? I’m pretty sure anything would have beaten the shit out of this!” Jasper had desperately tried to convince Emilio to allow Justice to stay out of this, but the man had refused. If they wanted the address, they would both have to submit to him…on fucking video. He’d been with one man his entire life and was pretty certain he wanted it to stay that way. Jasper…fuck, he couldn’t let the kid do this after what he’d been through. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

“Can the childish bickering stop once we begin?” Emilio asked drily. “I’m afraid I find it to be quite the mood killer.”

They both dropped their heads obediently.

Holy shit!

They were going to have sex with each other and probably Emilio, too.

This was Jasper’s fucking plan? Jump straight out of the frying pan and into the fire?

“Beautiful,” Emilio murmured as his eyes hungrily appreciated the two submissives offering themselves to him. The two blondes had the prettiest faces he’d ever had the opportunity to behold. Sharp cheekbones, full lips, long lashes, and bright blue eyes almost made them appear to be unreal…too perfectly magnificent.

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