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Hans slumped into the leather chair, and Gustavo squatted in front of him. Looking into the beautiful face, he started talking.
Meanwhile, Diego fixed himself a drink then stretched on the leather sofa. His smile grew wider as Hans’ face lost all color. When Gustavo finished, Hans got up, approached the bar, and filled a glass with whiskey. The young man whose favorite drink was Sex on the Beach drained the glass in one go.
“How is it even possible? You have armed people here… How?” Hans gritted his teeth.
“We’re trying to figure it out.” Gustavo approached him from behind and locked his arms around the strong shoulders.
“I don’t want to be involved in this shit.” Hans snapped and shook off his touch. “You hear me?”
“You won’t be.” Patiently, Gustavo tried to touch the young man again but received the same treatment. “I promise.”
“I’m serious. This is sick.” Hans spun and gave him a once over with large, frightened eyes. His whiskey breath washed over Gustavo when he spoke again. “Why do you look like this? What happened to your clothes, and what is that, blood?” He nodded toward Gustavo’s slashed pants and the blood crusted over his thigh when realization twisted his features in a sour grimace. “I see… You went to see him. It looks like what he did to your face wasn’t enough for you.”
Gustavo didn’t reply, but Diego raising his glass in the air to salute didn’t escape his attention.
Hans’ face darkened. “Listen, I don’t care what kind of sick shit turns you on nowadays, but I don’t want to be part of it.”
“Are you scared?” Gustavo’s palms touched Hans’ elbows, skidded up to his shoulders.
“That’s right, I fucking am. I have the right to be. Maybe I was raped and don’t even know it? What else do you hide from me?” He shuddered.
Gustavo looked aside. It took him a moment to swallow the lump in his throat and meet Hans’ glare again. “You weren’t raped. We checked you while you were sleeping.”
“Great. Fucking great. I’m out of here…” Hans shook his head and inched to the door.
Gustavo hardened his grip on his shoulders. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d freak out.”
“Who wouldn’t? Just because you’re fed up with life, it doesn’t mean that I am.”
Diego lifted his glass in the air again and said, “Amen to that.”
Gustavo ignored him. He dropped his voice lower as he tried to persuade Hans, “I promise you are safe here. Nothing will happen to you.”
“How can you promise that? You don’t even know how he got in.” Capricious notes made their way into Hans’ voice.
To change the subject, Gustavo whispered, “Gosh, you are gorgeous…”
A haunted look in Hans’ eyes disappeared as he lifted his chin, sprawled his shoulders, and gave Gustavo a totally different look. A small smile touched his lips.
“I’ll make it up to you.” Gustavo kept speaking. His hands caressed Hans’ neck before digging into the soft curls. “What about that new car you wanted?” Hans didn’t reply, but the satisfaction on his face spoke volumes. “Why don’t you go to bed and wait for me there?”
“No…” Hans’ eyes flew open. “Let’s move out? Please?”
“Move out?” Gustavo chuckled at the absurdity of the idea. “Move out where? This is my home.”
“But it gives me chills now. How can I sleep in this house after what happened?” Hans nodded toward the scattered photographs. “You have other places. We can live someplace else. How can you even feel safe here?”
Move out?Gustavo glanced at the wall where his favorite painting hung not long ago, then remembered the note.But if I move out, Loco won’t come anymore.
Before he knew it, he said, “You shouldn’t worry. I’m doubling the guards, resetting the CCTV to the AI, and we’ll have security inside from now on. You have nothing to fear. If he wanted to hurt anyone, he would have done it.”
“I can’t believe you…” Hans wrenched out of his arms, eyes glowing with pure hatred. “I’m out of here. Don’t call me. I don’t want to see you ever again.”
When the door to the office slammed closed, and the windows rattled from the impact, Diego cocked his head, swirled the liquid in the misty glass, then said, “You should hurry up and chase after him, or you’ll have blue balls for weeks.”
“Nah.” Gustavo sighed and looked at the floor, then at the desk. “He’ll be back.”
“How can you be so sure? He looked terrified.”
