Page 61 of Justice For Me

The heart-wrenching admission caused Dante’s heart to literally break into a thousand pieces. This poor kid, strong enough to cause the great and mighty Malachi to fall in love, but too weak to realize he had no reason to be ashamed. Of all the suffering he’d face in his young life, none of it was his fault.

“You’re ashamed of your master and Mistress?” Reverse psychology, maybe? Hell, he didn’t know how to properly deal with this shit.

Blue eyes flashed angrily. “No! Of course not!” He paused and tugged at his bottom lip. The innocent act was so sensual, Dante almost pitied his friend. When Malachi did get this boy properly trained…

“Son, Malachi can handle anything in this world, he just needs to know how to prepare. You’ve already bewitched him with those big blue eyes and pouty lips. I don’t understand what would motivate you to keep secrets from your Dom.”

Dante was certain of two things: Malachi was in love with the boy and he had to know about the RAD.

Justice’s mind scampered around, desperately trying to come up with a delay tactic that might work. They couldn’t know. He couldn’t live with the look of either pity or disgust that would be in their eyes when they looked at him, when they realized how broken he was.

“I’ll tell them,” he lied quickly. “I promise.”

“You’ve had your chance to tell them, Justice. I can’t risk anymore damage being done by delaying this.” He forced the kid to look him in the eyes again. “I promise you, it will be okay. Malachi and Megan love you. This is something you all will work through but it will take all three of you working toward the same goal.”

Justice felt the man studying him and he forced himself to remain perfectly calm…outwardly. Inwardly, he was already in flight mode. He would not look them in the eyes after they heard he was broken. It wouldn’t happen, it couldn’t happen. It would destroy him.

“Go back to your room, son. Shower and wait for Malachi and Megan to come get you. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” he answered obediently. In his mind, he was already in the next fucking state.

“It will be fine, kid. I promise.” Dante leaned over and kissed his forehead and gave his upper body a tight hug. “Wait in your room.”

“May I get a drink and a bite to eat first? I’ll be in my room by the time you are finished,” he lied.Run.Run.Run.

Chapter 17

Justice couldn’t help but be amazed at how fuckingly pathetic his morning was already turning out to be. First fuck up was allowing Dante to catch him in the gym, read him like a fucking book. Second fuck up was going out into the courtyard when he thought he was escaping the house altogether. Instead, he’d found himself trapped within the stone walls with a chatty Travis and a too-perceptive-for-his-own-good Jasper. He had to admit he was lost and then ask them for directions on how to get his sorry ass outside of the castle walls, away from everybody.. He’d lied and said he was going for a jog. Well, it wasn’t actually a lie. He was going to jog to the nearest phone so he could call his dad to come and get him. In an attempt to make his story more believable, he’d whipped out his iPod and started fiddling with it. Then he realized his stupid iPod was as dead as Malachi’s heart when it came to him, so there was another fucking delay he was going to have to deal with. As soon as Travis had realized his iPod was dead, he’d demanded that Jasper go up and get his for Justice to borrow. Perfect. He did not need an iPod where he was going. All he needed was a safe place where he could hide away and lick his wounds like the pathetic, insecure, love-starved freak that he was. Nope, one didn’t need an iPod for that shit.

Instead of putting some safe distance between him and the man and woman he was falling in love with, he found himself waiting on Jasper to bring him his iPod…and gently tapping his forehead against the wall in frustration. It would probably feel much more satisfying if he was banging the wall with his head but suspected it might draw too much unwanted attention in his direction. He just needed to escape for a while and lick the bloody wounds littered across his pussy heart. He would go home, maybe visit his psychiatrist again, and pretend like everything was fine and dandy.

He wasn’t going for a fucking run, he was running for his fucking life.

The minute his feet hit the pavement outside, he was climbing on his motorcycle and flying away. He was letting go. He had to let go.

A sharp slap on his ass jerked him back to reality.

“Good morning, Hot stuff! You fucked me but yummy good last night.” A sexy voice whispered in his ear right before dainty teeth clamped down on his ear lobe.

He jerked and tried to step away at the same time Susannah must have realized her mistake.

“Oh, shit! Oh, my, gosh! I’m so sorry, Justice. From behind you look like…” She put her hand over her mouth and started giggling like a cute schoolgirl. At this moment, she looked nothing like the badass ex-FBI Domme he had imagined her to be. “I thought you were Jasper,” she finished lamely, in between her girlie giggles.

Justice watched as Jasper walked up behind Susannah and wrapped his muscled arms around her slim waist. The cute kid had puppy-love dripping from his face, it mirrored Susannah’s look perfectly. “I’ve been impatiently waiting on you to wake up so I could fuck you but yummy good again this morning, Mistress,” Jasper teased back.

“Here ya go, Justice. It’s all I’ve got to offer.” He made a worried look with his mouth. “I’m going to defend myself ahead of time by saying Travis selected and downloaded all the music.”

“Thanks, I’m sure it will be fine. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Jasper tossed Susannah over his shoulder and smacked her shapely ass as he started toward their bedroom. Her fake shrieks filled the air, making Justice feel even more alone in a house full of lovers.

As soon as he’d gotten outside, he sat Jasper’s iPod aside where it would be found, climbed onto his bike, and roared down the driveway, toward safety…toward loneliness. His dad would be disappointed. Only three days ago, he sworn…promised his father he was in complete focus. He’d lied. The gate at the end of the drive didn’t open automatically, causing him to send an evil glare toward the security station situated a few feet from him. He didn’t have time for this shit.

A man walked in his direction, a troubled smile on his face. “Good morning, sir. Going for a ride this morning?”

No shit, Sherlock, he wanted to say but simply answered, “Yes, sir. Seems like a good morning for a ride.” God, could he sound any more fake? Could they see? Did they know how useless he was? Hell, they probably felt sorry for him.

The man answered with a worried chuckle. Oh, shit. This wasn’t going to go well. Could he please catch a fucking break? Just one time?

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