Page 84 of Naughty Dreams
“I will if you will.”
She scoffed. “Watch out. One day I may call that bluff.”
“I won’t hold my breath. You came out of the womb issuing demands.”
“Same goes, Roy Bloodwell. I suspect that will help you. So DJ James is a submissive? Talk about fantasy material.”
“Keep your claws to yourself. I’d hate to break those beautiful hands.”
“Anytime you want to spar, give it your best shot.”
“Stop flirting over the submissive that belongs to Roy.OnlyRoy.” Mick took the phone back, though Roy heard Cyn’s cock-stroking laugh in the background.
Roy didn’t disagree with the “only” part. He wanted to march to the house and spend the night wrapped around DJ, even if he lay there like a mannequin. One asshole’s actions were tearingapart the soul of a man who was at fault for none of it. Leaving him alone had Roy’s gut aching.
“You said you’re going to go off grid and keep this dickhead guessing?” Mick had returned to the point at hand.
“Yeah.”
“If you want a taste of home and end up near Charlotte, Sy and Trey will be playing a three-day gig at The Rocking Duck soon. I’ll shoot you the dates.”
DJ treasured the memories of their early gig days. Maybe visiting one of those small music venues would help him.
“Thanks, Mick. I’ll keep it in mind. My phone is secure, so let me know what you find. Give my best to your Mistress.”
Mick paused as Roy heard a muffled voice in the background. “She said if you were really interested in giving her your best, you’d be stripped and chained to a wall.”
“In her sociopathic dreams. Plus, I’m calling her on that bullshit. You’re the only one she wants now, Mick. You poor bastard.”
“If by ‘poor’ you mean the luckiest man alive, you’re abso-fucking-lutely right. Yell if you need us.”
Roy disconnected. The call had helped reinforce his plans from a security angle. Now he needed to ease the ache in his gut.
Don’t get trapped in the manure pile of woulda, shoulda, couldas. Once you’re on the other side, you’ll get your ass-kicking for the sins that mattered.
Warren’s wisdom, with G’s expected follow up.
Where do I sign up for the ass-kicking job?
Time for a punishing run. After he changed into workout clothes, Roy took the road off the grounds, giving the gatehouse security detail a two-finger salute before challenging himself on the steep and twisting mountain roads.
By the time he returned, he’d done ten miles and was soaked. He decided to do a cooldown loop through the garden, whichwould let him put eyes on all angles of the house and see where Warren’s people were positioned. DJ’s curtain was pulled, but the flickering TV light suggested he was watching the nature webcam, or had fallen asleep to it. A team member had checked on him thirty minutes ago, sending Roy that notification.
He was about a hundred yards past the sliding glass door when he heard the scream.
He set a new record for backtracking, while barking an order into his mic.
“Stand down, I’ve got this. It’s not a threat.”
Deciphering scream language was in the lesser-known catalog of a bodyguard’s skills. The kid was having a nightmare.
The sliding glass door was unlocked. He was going to bust someone’s ass for that, but it saved him time.
He wore a tactical harness with a front holster to carry his weapon while jogging, but he unlatched and left it hanging on the back of a chair before he approached. DJ was in a corner, eyes staring at the monster in his dreams. The terror-filled scream had become a heartrending, helpless whimper. A child’s plea that made Roy wish he could go back in time and tear apart whoever had caused it.
“No…no…”
Roy dropped to his heels, close but not touching. “Dory, come back to me. You’re having a nightmare. It’s not real. Wake up. Wake up, kid.”
