Page 82 of Bend Him, Break Him
“You don’t care about anyone, you asshole.” William shoved Isaac, lightly pressing against his chest and testing the resistance. “You really gonna cause a scene here?”
Isaac glared, fueling the fear in William and savoring the shaky hands as they retreated.
“You think anyone here cares?” Isaac cocked his head, turning to the crowd. “Hey, y’all! I’m about to beat the fuck out of this annoying ass queer kid! Gay on gay crimes! Watch me shove my fist down his throat! No gag reflex if I remember correctly.”
No one paid Isaac’s shouting any mind except for Carlos, who tried to gently pry Isaac back.
“If you wanna try some screaming, maybe that’ll work.” Isaac leaned in close, his flaring nostrils nearly pressed to William’s nose.
“Just leave me alone.”
“First, tell me why you’re here.” Isaac shook off Carlos and folded his arms. “This isn’t your scene.”
“And it’s yours?” William sneered.
“I was invited.”
Truthfully, Isaac avoided parties of any kind—anything involving crowds typically wasn’t his scene. William, on the other hand, always preferred clubs, somewhere where he knew his oh-so-charming personality would pay off. Not that there weren’t curious straight guys at this party, but Isaac often found William wanted to attend these frat bashes during the wee hours when the crowd thinned and horny bodies were easily swayed.
“Invited?” William tsked. “Yeah, by your desperate boyfriend.”
That piqued Isaac’s attention.
“You’ve been talking to Colton?”
“No.”
“Funny because I can’t get ahold of him.”
“I don’t know anything.”
“Liar, liar.” Isaac dug into his pocket and retrieved his lighter, quickly sparking it.
He held the open flame against William’s hip. When the boy shouted and wriggled to move away, Isaac smacked him in the face with his free hand. Even as the heat of the lighter sizzled Isaac’s thumb, he kept it pressed against the jean fabric of William’s pants.
“What are you up to, Willy?” Isaac gently guided the hot flame. “Don’t make me set your willy on fire next.”
“Okay, okay, okay…” William recoiled, pinned in place but desperately trying to avoid the flame Isaac now waved close to his former friend’s face. “What do you want?”
“I want to know everything that’s got you smiling,” Isaac said with a gruff darkness in his voice. “And if I feel like you’re not being absolutely honest with me, I’m gonna have to burn away that smile and everything else about you I don’t like.”
Isaac tilted his head, holding the flame so close it created a glint in his sparkling blue eyes. They were icy and filled with malice, which only made his bright grin from ear to ear all the more menacing.
Horror swept through Isaac as he listened to William’s confession. Each word further enraging Isaac.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Thebuzz of blacklights woke Colton, who blinked away some of his delirium. The low lighting and odd angle made it difficult for him to make sense of his surroundings. Colton struggled to breathe, hunched forward with his face sinking into the mattress. The weight of his body came with a strange numb sensation. It was hard for him to grasp, but Colton knew he wasn’t just lying out on the bed but positioned. Only, he didn’t realize the work Leon had put in angling Colton at the edge of the bed, ready for an evening of carnal savagery.
A gurgle of slurred words bubbled at the tip of Colton’s tongue, but he couldn’t muster more than confused noises. Leon turned back, his wicked smirk in Colton’s peripheral as he tinkered with something on the nearby dresser.
“Just trying to find your best angle, Colt.” Leon chuckled. “Wanna make sure everyone gets a full view of your desperate ass going ten rounds.”
Leon adjusted the phone he’d propped between books and random knickknacks before he waltzed toward the bed and plopped down beside Colton.
“Well, hopefully, ten rounds. Might try to squeeze a few more in for you.”
Colton groaned, garbled mumbles escaping his lips and forming such intangible words, even he wasn’t sure what he meant to say.
