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I shook my head repeatedly as I slowly backed toward the open door, freezing air at my back. “Not anymore, Rocco. I am not going with you, and I need you to leave right now.”
“That ain’t happening, baby,” he hissed. “But what youaregonna do, fag-boy, is shut that goddamned door. And then you’re gonna get on your knees and suck my dick. Is that understood, faggot?”
With my hands behind my back, I felt for the door frame, planning my escape and to where I could run to. Just as Rocco made his final lunge, hands yanked me out of the door and shoved me out of the way.
“What the fu…!” Rocco hollered, being tossed out the door and down the steps, his bare ass shining as white as the winter’s moon as he tumbled to the ground.
Hunter stepped into the house and grabbed the duffle bag, turning back to the door and bounded down the stairs where Rocco was flat on his ass on the concrete sidewalk.
“What’s gonna happen, asshole, is this: youwillget in that fucking car. And then youwillleave my town before I arrest your ass for attempted rape,” Hunt yelled, clouds of chilled air escaping his mouth as he grabbed Rocco by the collar.
“You wanna fuck with me?” Rocco raged, struggling to pull his jeans up. “You? Wanna fuck withme?”
Hunter rested his hand near his gun. “Go ahead, dipshit. Give me a reason to unload this in you.”
“I’ll sue your ass, dude,” Rocco yelled, hopping on one foot while he fought for balance, his skinny jeans stuck on his fat calves. “Fucker! I know people in New York. Bad fuckin’ cops and shit,” he raged, sneering at me. “That faggot belongs to me,” he added. “Get your shit, Ben,” he said, pointing at me and then the open door. “We’re gettin’ outta this Podunk shithole.”
Hunter turned to me. “Do you want to leave with this man, Doctor?”
“No, I do not,” I stated.
Hunter turned back to Rocco. “There you go, buddy. Get in your car and get the fuck out of my town. You have three minutes before I arrest your sorry ass.”
Rocco steamed and muttered nasty words under his breath. “You’ll regret this, Benny boy,” he hissed. “You’ll be back begging for some of Rocco,” he added, turning to face Hunt. “I’d watch your back too, Copper.”
“Anytime, asswipe. Now hit the curb.”
Hunter and I stood silently while Rocco stumbled down the walkway and to his rental car. Once at the car, he tossed his duffle into the front seat and flipped us off. “Faggots!” he huffed. “Screw both of ya!”
After a minute, Rocco tore off in the Honda, his middle finger flying at full salute. I turned to Hunter and started crying. I completely lost my composure and wept out loud.
“Thank you,” I said, my throat clenched with emotion. “I’m sorry, Hunt.
He came to my side and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading me up the steps to the porch. “I’ll hang out around the block for a few hours after I verify he leaves town,” he said. “You stay inside and get some rest, Ben.”
“I… I…” I began, too emotional to complete sentences.
“Get some rest. And if you feel better tomorrow, I’d like you to come out to my place for dinner. I’d like to talk about us.”
“You would?” I croaked.
He placed his hand on my lower back and directed me inside the door. “Lock up, okay? No answering the door unless it’s me or someone you know. I’ll text you later when I’m sure he left town.”
I reached for his hand and he held mine. “Thank you, Hunt.”
“Please do as I asked, okay?”
I nodded my head, tears still streaming down my face. “I love you,” I whispered.
“I know you do, Ben. I know you do,” he repeated. “Come over tomorrow when you’re done for the day.”
I watched as he made his way to his rig. Once inside, I noticed him talking on his vehicle’s two-way radio, probably checking with the Sheriff’s station. I closed the door and started up the stairs, but turned around and went to a window by the door.
Hunter’s Tahoe still idled at the curb. I knew he wouldn’t leave until he was sure I was safe.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: Hunter
“And what did you decide to make for your meal choice?” she asked.
