Pulling out a pair of rubber gloves and his switchblade, Hammer kneeled on the floor and approached the socket as if it was a dangerous animal. But it moved at the slightest push, opening like a little door to reveal a stack of polaroid pictures.
It really was just a little cache. “Fuck me, you were right!” Hammer said, reaching for the photos with his heart drumming.
Dex scooted next to him. “Ha! What is it—oh.”
Even he went silent at the content of the pictures. Hammer didn’t want to look at them either, but he hurriedly shuffled through the evidence. Girls who couldn’t be more than ten featured in each one. In some of them, he could spot Ryker’s bedding and headboard, while a few others showed hands covered by identifiable tattoos and signets.
For once, Dex didn’t say anything, though Hammer would have liked him to.
Clearing his throat, Hammer shoved the photos into the inner pocket of his jacket and shut the hideout. “We have what we need. Good job,” he said, itching to go back to the car and drive off. He couldn’t look at the damn bed. It was one thing to jerk off to pictures but soliciting kids—who even knew from where—another.
He couldn’t fucking believe this shit. Lion wouldn’t stand for this kind of degenerate behavior, even if it involved his baby brother.
Dex exhaled. “That’s so messed up. We need to make sure he pays for this.”
We? When did this ‘we’ happen?
But before Hammer could question Dex about it, he heard the low rumble of a motorcycle outside.
Chapter 4 – Dex
DexglancedatHammerin panic. If the owner of the house had just arrived, they were sitting ducks.
“I’ve got a gun. Uncuff me,” he whispered, turning around to show Hammer his wrists. He’d proved himself enough for Hammer to trust him by now. Or so he hoped.
But Hammer was already at the door and staring daggers. “No, you don't. I took it off you. Come on. We have to r—” The click of the lock sent him right back into the room, with curse words spilling out of that handsome mouth like spit from the muzzle of a rabid bulldog. “Shut it!”
On the other side of the house, the door opened to the sound of silence.
Fear pooled in Dex’s guts and he now wished he had tried to run away from Hammer when he had the chance. But no, he’d considered himself safe enough, and then the socket distracted him, and now here he was, about to get shot by a pedo bastard. Because Ryker wouldn’t be letting them go once he knew what they’d found. How was Dex to survive without the means to protect himself?
Understanding the need for silence, he pleaded with his eyes and shook the cuffs digging into his flesh to make his point, but Hammer snarled at him and stepped behind the open door, grabbing Dex’s face on the way and taking him too. Great. He’d be a flesh shield.
A heartbeat later, Dex found his back molded to Hammer’s steady front, with a strong hand covering his mouth in a gesture so authoritative his balls tingled despite this precarious situation. It wasn’t his fault that even death seemed like a far-off prospect when put in this position. The cuffs holding his hands together were like lube preparing his brain for a flood of illicit scenarios with Hammer’s dick as the lead actor. The hand held on to his cheeks with the strength of a face-hugger, and Dex wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sweat beaded on his back, and he breathed hard, unable to focus on the reality around him when dipped in fantasies of being held down like this, with no way to scream while he was fucked senseless.
“The fuck…” Ryker said somewhere outside the bedroom, his voice pulling Dex back into the world in which he was unarmed and vulnerable.
Hammer’sShhhhwas so quiet it felt more like a tickle of air against Dex’s ear as the owner of the house moved around the kitchen Hammer had trashed making so much noise Dex could only imagine the end result.
Hammer’s knuckles cracked when he squeezed his pistol with more force, ready to unleash hell on Ryker the moment he stepped a bit closer, but when the pedo’s voice said, “Someone broke into my house and trashed it,” Hammer’s body deflated.
Biker reinforcements were on the way.
Yet all Dex could focus on was on the sturdy muscles of Hammer’s stomach pressing on his bound hands with only the thin T-shirt keeping their flesh apart. Would it be too much to expect Ryker to just fucking leave?
Dex’s phone exploded with the sound of a Grindr message notification.
Then another.
And another.
A whole fucking series of messages like shots from a machine gun.
Dex’s body went stiff as a plank when Hammer shoved him forward and leaped into the doorway. No amount of concrete walls could hide their presence now.
“It’s over, Ryker. I’ve found your outlet stash!” Hammer roared.