Page 54 of Reaper Razed

I look over at Dane, he grumbles, “He’s right. You should go back to Steel.” He takes a swig of the tequila before rolling over and pulling the covers over his head.

“He‘ll understand,” I say, leaning over him to snatch the tequila. I take a good chug and slam it back down, flopping onto my back. “Eventually.”

Bran shakes his head in disgust as he leaves us in The Tower.

I’m not sure how many bottles of tequila we got through, but there’s one left, and Dane is asleep, so fuck it. I drink it like it’s my motherfucking job till it’s totally empty and spinning on its side on the floor.

Dice

Steel and Ares’s trip to the base is a bust. They can’t get in, can’t get answers, and we can’t get footage from anything, but I suppose we expected that and just have to feel like we are doing something, so I’ve trawled through hours and hours of footage. It’s been… I don’t know, three days, and I can’t get him out of my mind. The hurt on his face when I told him I didn’t want him, the video of him flipping me off, as, let’s face it, that was for my eyes only.

I know he’s back, but not knowing if he’s okay… it’s torture. I can’t be with him, but I don’t think I can be without him. I watch the footage from before we were taken. I watch the footage of Ray leaving to find us. I've seen “the videos” of Steel and Dozer that were sent to the girls, and I’ve watched Ray's reaction to them over and over again. I feel like I’ve lost my right arm with Ray gone, and a part of my heart without Dane.

I’m just about to go grab some food when the alarm rings and Dane’s truck flashes into view. I grab my phone, send an alert to the guys, and track the shit out of that truck.

“Let’s see you flip me off now, motherfucker!” I snarl at the footage as I follow the cameras, snatching up the laptop. I run to the bar as Steel and Tank come flying into the corridor. “I’ve got a hit on Dane’s truck. Let’s go.” I run past them and out to Steel’s truck.

“Tank, stay with Skye, let the others know we’re headed out. I’ll call you when we know anything.” Steel shouts to Tank as he dives into the truck.

“Just bring them home safely.” he yells in reply.

“Head for Gosport Harbour. That seems to be the direction they’re travelling.” I pull up the cameras on my laptop and flick from image to image while Steel drives like a bat out of hell, “They’ve stopped!” Shit, I know exactly where they are. They've gone to the club where I took Ray. The gay club! I direct Steel to where we need to be and park up.

As we get to the club entrance, I sigh as I don’t recognise any of the bouncers, so we head on inside, searching around. I don't see any of them. “Do you see them?” Steel asks nervously.

“Nah, man. I don’t see any of them.” Doing the rounds and heading to the bathrooms, we still don’t find them. “Where the fuck are…?” I trail off as I spot him on the dance floor. I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s beautiful, and shit, can he dance. The look on his face is so relaxed and so… wait, what the actual fuck? I set off to storm across the dance floor.

Steel grabs my shoulder. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“Dane!” I spit out. “Wait here, keep a lookout.”

As I storm towards him, there’s a guy behind him, taller and broader than Dane, covered in tattoos. He has one hand across Dane’s chest holding him to his body, the other fucking rummaging In the front of his jeans, all while he’s biting and sucking on Dane’s neck and kissing him.

“We’re going home!” I bark.

Dane’s eyes lazily open as the guy talks into his ear. “He with you?”

Dane looks at me, but not really looking at me as he shrugs and carries on grinding against the guy whose hand is sliding up to his throat. He tilts Dane's head towards him and starts kissing him while his hand thrusts further into his jeans as Dane groans into his mouth.

“Dane!” I snap at him. He turns to me, looking almost through me, and gives me a sad smile before turning his face back to the guy to kiss him again. Fuck, he’s lost weight, his face is sunken, and his eyes look dead behind them.

I grab the front of his shirt and drag him towards me. “We. Are. Going. Home. Now!”

He staggers towards me as the guy drags him back. “I found him first. He’s mine.”

Just as I’m about to swing at him, I’m grabbed from behind in a bear hug. “What the fuck, Dice?” Steel squeezes me from behind. “You’re not helping the situation, and I still can’t see Ray or Bran.” I spin on him, ready to get in his face and start laying down the law, when he gasps over my shoulder. “Where the fuck did they go?”

Turning back, I spin around, looking in every direction, just as I see the back of Dane’s shirt disappear out the door. “There, they’re going outside.”

The only way out is across the dance floor, which is proving difficult for guys who look like me and Steel to escape unscathed. We are grabbed and mauled for attention as we push our way through. When we finally get outside, there’s no sign of them, so we start hunting when I hear groans coming from the alleyway. I step around the corner. Dane has his back against the wall, head back, his tight, ripped, white-washed jeans are pulled down to his thighs, his shirt is unbuttoned and hanging open with his still toned perfect body on display. The guy who was with him is on his knees and is sucking off my… Dane. He’s going to town on him, and I’m standing with my mouth open at the sheer look of ecstasy on his face, wanting to throw up. I stumble back as Steel grabs me, and I turn away from him to vomit.

Steel sees what I’m looking at and storms over there, gripping the guy by the throat, pulling him to his feet, punching him, and dropping him to the floor before turning and grabbing Dane as he slides down the wall, grabbing him before his ass hits the floor. “Dice, give me a fucking hand!” As he holds Dane up, he’s hammered. “You’re gonna have to… put him away while I hold him!”

“Why the fuck should I tuck him?”

“Dice? Seriously, you’ve just seen your boyfriend having his dick sucked by someone else and puked, I love you both, but this one’s on you.”

“Boyfriend?” I step back. “What the fuck, Steel? I’m not fucking gay.”

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