Page 5 of Justice For Me

Hell but he fucking needed something to focus on…other than the pretty kid he was going to be trapped with for the next long month. Before Megan, he would have considered the boy to be a perfectly fun distraction for his playroom. No, blondie didn’t act very submissive nor was he sending out any gay vibes but when the prize was worth the effort, Malachi knew he could be very convincing. Old Malachi would have taken one look at blondie’s tight lean body and super model good looks and would have actively pursued the poor straight boy until he had him strapped onto a spanking bench, ass-up, and begging for a flogging and fucking.

That was the old Malachi. Megan’s Malachi merely gritted his teeth and cursed his own stupidity for allowing himself to be put in this situation, babysitting beauty when he should be home, fucking the woman he loved, reminding her every day that he was worth it…worth loving, even with all his shit and baggage.

“Can I at least stop to pee, fucktard?”

Yep, that mouth needed something shoved inside of it to keep it busy and his firm ass needed spanking until he learned some respect. Instead, he guided him to the nearest restroom and shoved him inside.

This was going to be the longest fucking month of his life.

Malachi’s headache was at a strong nine on the headache scale and he had only been around the spoiled, arrogant, full-of-himself, idiotic Justice Conners for about one hour. His plan had been to meet the kid at the airport promptly at nine o’clock this morning, take him straight to Dante’s private jet on the other end of the airport, and then fly them to a quiet, in the middle of nowhere town, in Tennessee. Once there, they would immediately pick up the Hummer he had waiting for them in slot number forty-seven at the Knoxville airport and make the one hour drive to Spring City, Tennessee, where they would safely hide out for one month in a lake house Dante had owned for years and then he and Megan could begin to work on making their relationship work. They loved each other, everything else would eventually fall into place.

That was the plan. It had taken Justice Conners about ten minutes to completely fuck it up. It had taken Malachi about three minutes to hate the kid. He hated everything about him. He hated that he was pretty. He hated that he talked a lot. He hated that he smiled and flirted with every girl/woman/old lady within ten yards of him. He hated that he obviously refused to follow orders or do anything he was told. He was spoiled beyond words and thought the entire world revolved around him. He was pretty. Did he already mention that one? Fuck, of course he did.

As soon as he was handed over into Malachi’s care and his FBI escorts had disappeared, he had immediately needed to stop off at the restroom. Not in the plan. He had been in there about four minutes before Malachi had gone in after him, finding him texting on his phone. The phone he wasn’t supposed to have with him because it could be easily tracked if somebody really was after him. Why on earth anybody would want him was beyond Malachi’s understanding. After a scuffle and some serious name-calling from Justice, Malachi had taken the phone from him and flushed it down the toilet. From there, things had only gone downhill.

Already seventeen minutes behind schedule, they were now sitting in the private jet and waiting for their okay to take off. Malachi took a deep breath and rested his head against the soft leather of his seat and tried to magically force his head to stop pounding. For the first time since Justice Conners had stormed into his life, sixty seven painful minutes ago, he thought maybe he could actually breathe a sigh of relief and rest for a few precious minutes before cyclone Justice struck again. With the kid safely trapped on the plane and the only exit right in front of him, he figured there wouldn’t be any more problems or distractions until they landed in Tennessee. That gave him two hours and twenty three minutes of peace.

He glanced around and his eyes landed on the current bane of his existence, sitting all the way in the back, ear plugs in his ears, and a nasty frown on his face as he glared in Malachi’s general direction. Just so there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings between them, Justice flipped him the middle finger. Malachi shrugged because he didn’t give a flying fuck if the kid was happy, sad, comfortable, or uncomfortable, he only needed to keep him breathing. Turning back toward the front, he dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed Megan up. She answered on the first ring, sounding all breathless and sexy.

Yep, that made him hate the kid even more. He should be with her instead of preparing to head hundreds of miles away.

“Hi, baby! How’s the babysitting job? I miss you,” she pouted. This was the first time they’d been apart since he’d returned from Victor’s island almost a year ago.

He chuckled. “I miss you, too, doll.” He glanced back again and wasn’t surprised to find the dislike in Justice’s eyes to have inched up a notch since he was on his cell when he’d flushed his. Oh well, tough shit. “I don’t think this job is going to take the full month. I’ll probably be back home by the end of the week. Keep the bed warm for me.”

“What do you mean? I thought his trial wasn’t until next month some time.”

“I’ll more than likely kill him before the end of the week. He’s a fucking disaster.” Glancing back again, the kid was now flirting with the young lady Dante kept on payroll to act as flight attendant whenever the jet was in use. She was sweet, cute, and trying to earn her way through college by working three part time jobs. She definitely didn’t need to waste her time talking with a spoiled brat rich kid that had always gotten everything he’d ever wanted without having to ever lift one of his fingers.

“Malachi! You can’t kill the kid,” she admonished in a teasing voice. “Just think of all the paperwork and all the people Dante would have to pay off to keep you out of jail.”

“Yea, you’re right, of course. At least let me fantasize about it.” He massaged his temples but the headache just laughed at his meager efforts to try and squash it down. “I’m going to age in dog years over the next month. I may be ready for the old folks’ home whenever I do come back. Hell, Meg, I’d rather get a root canal through my ass than spend another hour with this boundless bundle of hot energy..”

“Ah, it won’t be so bad. I saw his picture on the dining room table. He’s almost as pretty as Jasper.” She giggled again and he realized that her laughter was the only medicine for his aching head. Just talking to her had already started to soothe his nerves.

“Yea, yea, I know. Too bad that’s where the similarities end. He is a smart-ass spoiled prick that needs to learn some respect.” His headache was slowly starting to ease off. His eyes darted toward the back of the plane again and saw…nothing. No Justice and no stewardess.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” He hissed in disbelief. The familiar sounds of sex happening in a space way too small for sex echoed through the small jet.

“What’s wrong now? Does he need his diaper changed or something?”

“He’s in the bathroom fucking the stewardess. I swear to you, I only turned my back on him for three minutes at the most. Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything, but I have to tell you that you sound kind of old right now. If I recall correctly, you made Dante let us use the jet just so we could fuck in the loo while we were high in the sky.”

Perfect, she was laughing at him.

“Don’t say I’m old, Meg. He’s already asked me if I could still get it up at my age.”

“Hah! He sounds hilarious to me. Did you spank his pretty ass for that one?”

“Ha. Ha. That ass is off limits. If I start whipping it, I might not be able to stop myself.”

“Send pictures if you change your mind and take a belt to it,” she begged in a saucy voice that went straight to his cock.

Chapter 4

It was still fairly early when they landed in Knoxville, but Malachi felt like it surely had to be past midnight. This had to be the longest day of his life…and he’d lived a lot of long, bad days. Justice had gotten away from him at the airport in Knoxville and had almost succeeded in buying a phone from some poor unsuspecting soul that had fallen for his boyish charm and baby blue eyes. As they made their way toward the parking garage, Justice bitched and whined with every step they took. Malachi refused to respond verbally, just frowned and forcibly jerked him forward when he thought he was contemplating yet another escape plan.

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