Page 7 of Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 6)

“Andy?” he called out loudly as he came in through

the door of the penthouse. “Andy?”

He rushed along the hallway and then straight toward the bedroom they shared. “Andy?”

As Matt opened the door and switched on the light, he saw Andy rising from the bed, half asleep. It was well past two in the morning, after all, and Andy had been deep in his slumber.

“What’s wrong?” Andy asked as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Matt stared at Andy for a moment. Fuck, but the boy looked too enticing for his liking, especially with bed hair, half-asleep face, and of course, wearing none other than Matt’s large pajama shirt to bed at that.

He simply wanted to kiss and fuck the boy; that was for sure. But now was not the time for that. He’d fuck the boy to his satisfaction once they sorted this shit out.

“Mia has been kidnapped,” he said bluntly.

He watched as Andy first stared at him blankly, as if he couldn’t quite understood what Matt was on about. Then that young, gorgeous face turned pale with horror. Was the boy going to faint? Matt wondered. No, Andy was a strong young man. He wasn’t going to faint.

Andy asked, his voice shaking, “Who kidnaped her? How? Where? What happened? What about Mr. Maxwell? He was supposed to be with her, looking after her. What the hell is he doing? We’re going to see Mr. Maxwell now. I want to know what the hell is going on. Shit! Mia.” He raked his hand through his dark hair as he panicked. “Mia. Shit. I’m… I’m getting ready. We’re going to see him, Mr. Maxwell. Are you coming?”

He didn’t even wait for Matt to reply before he rushed off into the walk-in closet to get changed.

Matt said under his breath, “Of course I’m coming.” It wasn’t as if he were going to let Andy deal with this sort of shit by himself, for fuck’s sake. He cared about the boy too fucking much.

It wasn’t long before they were in Matt’s private jet and on their way to L.A. Sitting beside the boy, Matt noticed Andy’s face was still too pale for his liking.

“You okay?” he asked. “You want a drink or something?”

Andy shook his head. “Umm… Yeah… I’m fine.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. You said you’re fine, but you’re shaking your head, Andy, he thought. How typical of you.

Andy turned his eyes to Matt then, his body tense with worry. “Have you spoken with Mr. Maxwell?”

Matt shook his head. “I called him, but he didn’t pick up. I know he’s busy.”

Andy nodded in understanding. “Searching for Mia.”

“Hmm.”

Andy licked his lower lip and then asked, “It has to be the Mexicans, right? I just know it. They got me last time, and because of what happened, because they didn’t get what they want, now they’ve gotten their hands on Mia. Shit. I… We must find her, Matt. She can’t… She just can’t handle those people by herself. She’ll… Oh fuck…”

Matt wrapped his strong arm around Andy’s shaking shoulders and drew him close. He knew the boy was thinking back to what had happened to him when the mafia had gotten their hands on him and couldn’t bear the thought that they’d do the same to his beloved sister.

“Stop thinking stupid thoughts, silly boy,” he said. “She’ll be fine. I’ve only known your sister for a short time, but I know she’s a strong girl, like you.”

Andy raised his eyes to Matt, surprised at his words. “Like me?” he asked. “You… you think I’m strong?”

Matt smiled. “You think I’m the type of man to be attracted to a weak, timid boy? Sex would be so fucking boring.”

That had Andy frowning. “Is that all you think about? I’m just a sex toy to you?”

Matt chuckled with amusement. “If you’re just my sex toy, I wouldn’t have to spend my precious time and resources in saving your ass from that bastard mafia and getting you out of shit you got yourself into so many times.”

Andy thought Matt was right. If he was just Matt’s sexy toy, then he’d just be another of the billionaire’s things, like the many fancy cars that could be cast aside when something new and shiny came along. But Matt had risked his own life many times to save Andy, and he was grateful for that. So fucking grateful, in fact, despite his retaliating attitude indicating otherwise.

Andy lowered his eyes. “Sorry, I… umm… I’m not thinking straight at the moment. I’m worried about Mia, and everything else just triggers my irritation.”

Matt laughed. “I know.” He stroked Andy’s soft hair fondly as he said, “I must admit that I do like your short fuse, though to a point.” He moved his fingers to caress the boy’s cheek. “Rest assured, Andy, James will do what it takes to save Mia. I know him well. He’s my best friend. He loves her after all.”

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