Page 65 of The Broker

Jared hoped that he wasn’t still sulking from the other night. They would find Isaac’s brother and take down his evil operation.

He couldn’t imagine how Isaac must be feeling knowing that his own family could be responsible for such atrocious acts.

Stopping in front of Isaac’s bedroom door, he knocked twice, then waited.

No answer.

Perhaps the punk was sleeping.

Jared pulled his cell phone out of the side of his underwear—because, yes, that’s where all dancers kept their cell phones when walking around in their underwear. Matteo had a strict “no cellphones in the theatre” rule, but technically, he had been in the gardens… not the theatre.

3:25 a.m.

Maybe he was sleeping after all.

Jared pressed his ear up against the door, feeling like every little bit the perve that he was, and listened.

Nothing.

No snoring, no noises from video games, no sound of Isaac beating his meat as he no doubt did whenever he hadn’t blown his load.

Still, something didn’t feel right.

Jared tried the doorknob, and to his surprise, it turned.

“Iss?” Jared called, pushing the door open ever so gently.

Light from the hallway spilled into the bedroom, casting a beam across a bed that had not been disturbed.

“Isaac?” Jared asked a little louder this time. He walked into the room and flipped on the bedroom light.

Empty.

There was no one in the room.

“Where the fuck are you?” Jared asked out loud, wondering if perhaps Isaac had snuck into his room and was fast asleep in Jared’s warm bed.

Yes, that had to be it.

He would probably find the blue-haired ball of energy sprawled out on his bed, naked, holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and his boner in the other.

That was pure seduction in Isaac’s books.

Jared smiled at the thought, then stepped out of Isaac’s room.

Throwing open his own bedroom door, he was met with nothing but disappointment. There was no naked, horned up, annoying as fuck, skater boy waiting, boner in hand on his bed.

“Where the fuck?”

Okay, now Jared was starting to get concerned. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Isaac’s number.

The damn thing went right to voicemail.

An uneasy, sinking feeling played games with his gut.

Something was wrong.

Jared turned, ready to go find Matteo, but was nearly knocked over by the man himself.

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