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“Is he sleeping?”

I took the seat next to him on the bench that hadn’t been there when I left two weeks ago. Kit had been making himself at home. He also had hung up a welcome sign with a black cat on it next to the door.

“Nope, but he wouldn’t talk to me. He locked himself up in his room.”

“Are you sure he’s still there?”

“Yes, every now and again, I hear him puttering around.”

Thank fuck for small favors. I swiped a hand down my face. “I’m going to have to tell him everything.”

“Surely not everything.”

“Well, enough for him to know what we’re doing. If we’re going to involve him in something illegal, he has a right to know.”

“You weren’t singing that tune when you brought him on, and nothing has changed. What gives?”

“He’s not like the others.”

“In what way?”

I got to my feet and paced. “He just isn’t.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want him.”

I shoved my hands into my pockets and stopped at the other end of the porch, staring out into the darkness.

“But you don’t want him, right?”

“I can’t want him.”

Silence stretched between us for seconds. “That wasn’t the question.”

I turned back to him. “What do you want me to say, man? I didn’t expect this.”

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite. You warned me to stay away from him and all this time because you wanted him for yourself. Giving me that bullshit reason about keeping things strictly business. I should have guessed you fucking off to Colombia out of the blue was the reason he was moping around these past two weeks.”

“Jesus, Liam, you’re seriously going to fight me over Kit? I didn’t say I was going to do anything about the way I feel, and I left for Colombia because Pinelli told me to. You know I don’t have a choice when it comes to doing what Pinelli wants.”

“Are you telling me you haven’t fucked him yet?”

Kit’s thick cock in my hand, flushed at the tip and leaking precum, flashed through my mind.

“Exactly what I thought.” He stalked down the steps.

“What the hell are you really mad about?”

“Nothing.” He waved a hand in my direction without looking back at me. “Go to him. I’m sure you can console him better than I can.”

“You’re overreacting.”

He got in the car, slammed the door shut, and drove off, gravel spitting up. I sucked in a deep breath and clenched my fists. Son of a bitch. Liam always flirted with Kit. Despite warning him off, I never thought he was serious about the boy. Clearly, I had misjudged the situation.

“Are you just going to stand out there all night?”

I spun around. Kit stood in the doorway, dressed in a soft-looking pink-and-gray pajama set with a cat on the front. I had been so deep in thought I hadn’t heard him open the door. He looked so young and innocent. And beautiful.

It did nothing to remove the image of him all spread out for Bernard to fuck him.


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