Page 68 of The Primary Pest
“Ah. You want what I got, huh?” Chet took a step closer and shoved Ajax’s head into his groin. He smelled stale and old, as if he didn’t wash his clothes. His body stank of fear and arousal. “You want this, boy?”
Shoved into Chet’s body that way, Ajax shook his head. He realized his mistake a second too late. Chet’s spindly little cock got hard, his pulse pumping against Ajax’s nose.
“Do that again, faggot. That feels good.” Another evil laugh.
Maybe he should offer to blow him. He would do it too. And he’d fight back. He’d bite the sick turd’s dick off when it was good and swollen so he’d bleed out on the floor at Ajax’s feet.
Come and get it you sick fuck.
“What the hell are you doing, Chet?” Peter had come into the cabin with Dmytro following on his heels. Like he had the night before, he leaned against the wall, hands stuffed into his pockets. The muscles in his jaw clenched. Whether from anger or dismay, Ajax couldn’t tell.
“I didn’t take you for one of us,” Ajax taunted Chet.
“I ain’t a fag.” His grin was meant to rile Dmytro. “No reason not to use one, though.”
Peter gestured with his gun. “You were meant to get him water. God, I’ll do it myself.”
Peter came over and held the bottle. Ajax took several gulping swallows. He turned his head to wipe his mouth on his shoulder and said, “Don’t tape my mouth again, please.”
Chet said, “You don’t tell us what to do.”
“He gets motion sick.” Dmytro said, almost conversationally. “Might be safer.”
Peter’s gaze moved between the two of them before he shrugged. “He can shout the house down. No reason he needs a gag.”
Chet huffed and stormed up the stairs while Ajax stayed silent and watched as Dmytro and Peter let him go.
“You were right about that one, brother,” Peter muttered darkly.
“We don’t need him.” Dmytro smiled. “First chance I get in Ukraine, I’ll take him to a place I know where they’ll drug him and roll him, and he’ll never be seen or heard from again.”
“You could do that?”
“I have many friends in Kiev of the not-so-lawful variety.”
“Will they be glad to see you?”
Dmytro shrugged as though he couldn’t care less. He wore the exact look he’d shown up wearing the first night when Ajax was just a job and the important thing was finishing his text exchange with his girls. But Dmytro hid who he was all the damn time. He hid his goodness, his generosity. He hid his heartbreak. He hid his pride. He hid what he wanted because he didn’t believe he deserved it, and he hid his desire because he was afraid of it.
Ajax blinked in surprise.
Dmytro acted as though switching sides was easy because only his daughters meant anything to him. He acted as though he could move on after this like nothing happened. But after days of concealed laughter, suppressed smiles, shy warmth, and mysterious kindnesses, what Ajax saw on Dmytro’s face couldn’t come close to hiding what was in Dmytro’s heart.
Ajax wasn’t going to be fooled by a look. Never again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Dmytro
Nervously Chet spreadthe chart on the table between them. “This is the rendezvous point.”
He acted like a scalded cat, jumping at every sound. He put his back to the wall more often because he was good and rattled now. He thought he knew how this was going to play out, but Dmytro had thrown a massive wrench into his plans.
Kind of sucked for him, not being teacher’s pet anymore.
Peter lit into Chet for his little stunt with Ajax. He teased Chet, said he was all mouth when it came to hating the gays. Chet said that when it came to getting his dick sucked, he didn’t care who did it.
What Dmytro didn’t know until that minute was thatPeter’shatred for gays in general and Ajax in particular went deep as bone. Peter was never going to forget that he walked in on Chet cradling Ajax’s head to his balls, but then, neither would Dmytro.
