This time, it was Hollister’s turn to laugh; his was more devious. “Only what I’ve seen on some porn,” Hollister answered truthfully. “Having said that, here’s what you need to know about me. Do you know how old I was when me and my brothers had to start living on the streets? Of course, you don’t. I was eighteen. Five years on the streets before Levi rescued me.”
Ambrose lowered his head. “I’m sorry that was your life, Bunny.”
“Be glad I think nicknames are cute or you’d really regret calling me bunny. So, I wasn’t telling you that story to make you feel sorry for me. I was telling you, so you’d know how smart and observant I am. You have to be in order to survive and keep your younger siblings alive.” Hollister circled Ambrose, studying him. “Want me to tell you what I saw during your scene?”
Ambrose grabbed Hollister by the upper arm to stop him from moving. “You’re making me dizzy. Stop moving. Yes, I’d love to hear what you saw. Just to show you how nice I can be, I’ll give you a hint. You saw a sadist beating the holy hell out of his slave, enjoying every goddamn minute of his pain and agony.”
Hollister jerked his arm away. “No, that’s what you think is happening. What I see is a little boy with daddy issues that he just can’t get over, so he takes it out on people who enjoy his wrath.”
With that, Hollister skipped away and raced up the stairs, leaving Ambrose with his mouth wide open…wondering…