Page 56 of The Broker

“I slipped a tracking disk into your pocket when the plane landed this morning,” Jared explained, looking guilty as sin. “Been tracking your movements all day.”

Isaac shook his head. “Wow, stalker much?”

He gave Isaac a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“I like to think of it as having a spare GPS just in case your cell phone dies. This way, you’ll always be able to find your way back.”

“Not sure you know exactly how these things work,” Isaac said, fishing the little tracking device out of his pocket and giving it a turnover in his hands. “And how exactly am I supposed to use my phone to track this baby if I don’t have any battery left? Also, isn’t this thing connected to your phone?”

Jared flicked his hand at Isaac like it was no big deal. “Ah, you’re overthinking the thing,” he said, stepping past Isaac.

“So, was this where you grew up?” Jared asked, eyes drifting across the dilapidated property.

Isaac nodded. “It was my uncle’s old place. Not sure who owns the place now, but it looks like it’s been abandoned for years.”

“Want to talk about it?” Jared asked, taking Isaac’s hand in his.

Feeling the warmth from Jared’s body was comforting. Opening all those old wounds had been hard on Isaac, and knowing that Jared was there to support him really helped keep his emotions in check.

At first, he was worried that all these memories might set off his depression, but so far, he was able to stay positive, thinking about all the good things he now had in his life. A stable job, a wonderful home, a found family, and even the possessive beefcake standing right next to him.

All those nights, shivering under a bridge in the cold rain—praying for death to take him—he never once imagined that his life would end up like this. With Matteo and the boys… with Jared.

“Not really. This wasn’t a happy place. Between my brother being an asshole and my uncle being a bastard, I just want to forget about this shithole and go home.” He never realized how physically draining reopening all these old wounds could be. “Let’s go.”

“So, you really hate this place?” Jared asked in that mischievous voice of his.

Isaac secretly found that voice sexy as fuck.

He nodded.

“Okay, one sec,” Jared said, releasing Isaac’s hand and charging up the porch steps.

Once he reached the front door, he turned around and gave Isaac a giant smile.

The next thing Isaac knew, Jared was unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. “This one’s for little Isaac!” Jared shouted before releasing a steaming hot stream of piss all over his uncle’s front door.

Isaac burst out laughing, watching as urine painted the front door he had come to hate. Excited as fuck, Isaac ran up the steps, narrowly missing the steaming puddle making its way between Jared’s feet and heading toward the front steps.

Standing beside the pissing ex-army man, Isaac gave Jared a crazy open-mouthed smile before unzipping his jeans and pulling out his dick as well.

“Fuck you, Uncle Jed! You’re a nasty man, and I’m glad you’re fucking rotting in jail!”

Then, with his arm wrapped around the small of Jared’s back, Isaac took a leak all over his uncle’s front door.

No one ever told him how freeing pissing on someone’s door could be.

As his leak came to an end, so did all of his anger.

Fuck his uncle.

Fuck his brother.

He was done letting them have any power over his life.

Both men exhaled as their bladders emptied.

“Feel better?” Jared asked, stealing a glance over at Isaac.

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