Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
He spat to the side. “Who the fuck are you? You’re not the top so crawl back into whichever grunt hole you squirmed from. I don’t have to answer any of your questions.”
“My father isn’t going to be pleased.” He tugged on the cuff of his suit coat.
“So send him in. Let the men talk and leave the boys at home.”
His blue eyes narrowed and he punched John in the gut, muttering in Ukrainian. “I could kill you right now.”
“Doubt it. If I was supposed to be dead, I would be. Your father wants something from me and that’s why I’m alive. You don’t have the power to kill me. Like I said, run along, send him in so the men can talk.”
Another hit to his solar plexus. John coughed and spat again. “Run along, little boy.”
“You’ll not be calling me little boy when I’m fucking you.”
He lifted his head and stared in his eyes. “Really? This what turns you on? A man hanging from chains? What, even with your money, can’t get a man willingly into your bed? They do have surgeries now that can make your little worm larger. You could afford that expense. Of course, you may just suck in bed and no amount of money will make that better.”
He flushed an angry red. “I will fuck you—”
“So, you’ve already said. I’m still not interested nor impressed.”
“Fuck you up. I will fuck you up. I like women.”
“Must suck they still don’t like you.” He flexed his fingers, trying desperately to keep feeling in them. How long had he been hanging here like a deer ready to be prepared?
Another two hits before he pulled out his phone and placed a call. John couldn’t understand what was being said so he used the time to try and see how he was going to get out of this. When the father arrived, he was dead. That much he knew to be fact. And while the old man was here to kill him there would be fifty other people willing to say he was spotted at a restaurant miles from here.
Whatever news he was receiving from the call didn’t sit well with the boy, his expression grew even more mottled red.
“Bad news from pops? He won’t let you kill me, will he?” he taunted when the call had finished.
“You should shut up before I really hurt you.”
“Big talk from a man who’s not been chained up and beaten. Let me down and take your best shot. Unless of course, you’re scared of your father and what he may do to you.”
The man with him shook his head and stated something else the kid brushed off. A few heated exchanges of words and the other man left, scowling.
The son glared up at him and John waited, watching with a dead expression. “Something you wanted to get off your chest, boy?”
“Do you even know who I am?” He thumped his chest.
Sure he did, he knew each and every member of this damn family. Made sure to, so he wouldn’t be caught unawares. Not that it helped in the grand scheme since he was still betrayed and exposed by Tiltman, who apparently claimed familial ties. “Nope. So must not be the important son. Your name never once came up. All those times we had dinner, your father and I. I did meet your sisters and some of your brothers, but you, nope never mentioned.”
“You aren’t important enough for me to be mentioned.”
“Really? Cause he was thinking I should marry your sister, Elsa. Interesting, I should be important enough to marry his eldest daughter, but not enough to meet you. We both know how he dotes on her.” He sniffed and rotated his ankles. “So, what is it? He keeps you hidden because you’re gay, you like sucking men’s dicks and ignoring pussy? Or is it just that you’re a stupid bastard and can’t do anything right?”
The roar of anger didn’t come as a shock to him but the hit… okay, that was a bit impressive. His air was shot out of his body as the guy slammed into his hanging body. Doing his best not to react even while tears sprang to his eyes, John laughed.
“Even your baby sister hits harder than that. You know you’re falling into the stereotype of gay men being wimps.”
“I’m going to kill you,” he seethed.
“Then cut me down and do your worst. Look at me, surely you can take me in this condition if you’re a real man like you’re trying hard to be.” He spit out some more blood. “I’m sure your boyfriend out there will help you hang me back up, so your father doesn’t know you did it.” A smirk. “Not that he would believe it.”
“You’re going to regret those words.”
“Doubtful. Now if you bring your sister in here, that may be. She’s got a mean right hook.” He grinned. “But she’s great on her knees as I shove my cock down her throat.”