Page 3 of Passion and Payback

“Where else?” Damon asked with his slippery smile, gesturing to an otherwise vacant alley unless you counted thetrash and rats that didn’t bother moving as the three men passed.

“Let’s just...get inside. That’s better than standing in the open,” I said, glancing around nervously.

“Yeah,” Lucas said as we walked forward. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I told him with a light chuckle as we reached the end of the alleyway. The door opened and the three men stepped in, though Callum waited for us to enter the building with them.

“Jesus,” Lucas muttered as we looked around the room. The floor was covered in trash and dust, and save for some wooden boxes shoved into the corner, there wasn’t much to see, especially with the only light being the red neon flickering outside.

“You two wanted some fun, right?” a new voice piped up, and I turned to find a man standing by the window, his face thin and marked with old acne scars. “That’s what I provide, all kinds of fun.”

Suddenly, I felt more sober than ever when I realized we were surrounded by four men in some partially buried part of the neighborhood. Oh God, we were surrounded.

Something grabbed me roughly from behind, and I heard Lucas grunt in surprise as I yelled out, “No!” and flailed. It was more than that. I fought. I fought like hell as I realized everything I’d ignored was coming to be.

I let out another cry, and something collided with my chin, sending my jaw to one side and my mind to another. A moment later, I was gasping for breath, and I felt a prick in my arm. A new weight filled me, and I tried to cry out, shoving against the weight but knowing nothing but…

Weightlessness.

Freedom.

Pain.

“Lucas!” I cried, feeling the first burning agony of someone pushing themselves inside me for what it was. Drug or not, I knew what was happening and twisted to find him.

Only to find his eyes wide as blood dribbled from his front, his hand arched toward me. A searing pain threaded through me as someone, one of them, shovedsomethinginside me.

“Fucker!” I snarled and twisted even as I felt the warmth explode within me.

Oh God, someone had just come inside me. They’d used me, and I just?—

“Ahhh,” I couldn’t help but scream as something else, someone else, pushed inside me. Lube or blood didn’t matter because it hurt.

Oh God, ithurt.

“Hunter!” came the gurgled cry as I realized I was bent over a box, being used, staring at the man who had been my companion for so long.

“Lucas,” I gasped, reaching for him.

Then it came, the flash of silver, the blade coming down, and Lucas let out another horrific gasp as crimson burst from him. I tried to cry out, only to feel the push ofanotherinside me.

“God, they always fight. Fucking love that.” I heard a voice hiss.

Oh God. They were fucking me. They were raping me. And they were killing the man who loved me until—oh God, they were in me. They were taking turns, and they didn’t care. They didn’t?—

“Yes,” came a harsh voice, and my stomach turned as I felt someone come inside me with a groan.

Everything swirled around me, and I swung toward nothing, only to collapse on the floor. A cry rang through me as a blade shoved into my side, my breath heaving as I felt everything they’d pumped into me leave.

“Be a good boy,” a voice soothed, “and die here where you belong.”

Of course. I had led Lucas and me here, and this…this is what I deserved.

Suffering.

Pain.

Inevitability.

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