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It made my cock hard each time I rewatched it this morning.

But there were a few more alarming commenters. Guys I added to a list, to keep watch of their profiles.Rex67, blowbad, stunner_3,andHenryGiawere the first ones.

He’d put his full name, Max Burnett, in his biography.

He also regularly filmed in the bar where he worked.

Nosense of security. Too innocent for that.

But If anyone threatened Max, I was going to know. Anyone other than me, of course.

I looked out over the small house one more time, knowing the work I had ahead of me.

Good.

If I had to be out of Montana, far from every crime I’d committed, away from the wealth and bloodline that had been my palace and my prison for my entire life?

I was going to need a project.

I was going to need an obsession.

Chapter 3

Max

“Someone fromIcelandcommented on my video,” I said, scrolling through the increasingly populated list of comments on my phone.

I’d started up The Cocktail Bro page just for fun, and now it was quickly becoming something real. It was thrilling.

I’d never expected more than a dozen mixology nerds to give a damn about my posts, but now I actually had…fans.

“Why’s that surprising?” Andrew asked. “People in Iceland like cocktails. And hot guys.”

I was behind the bar. I set my phone down on the top of it, sliding it over toward my friends.

Andrew played football at TNU, the local university I’d graduated from last year. He was here sharing a pitcher of beer with Robbie and Jesse, who were seniors on TNU’s hockey team, along with Jesse’s boyfriend Mason.

All four of them crowded around, looking down at my phone.

Then, as they were scrolling around through my video comments, a different message popped up at the top of the screen.

“Whoa. What is this? Does one of your fans have your phone number?”

I reached out for the phone, reading the message.

It was a text, not a video comment.

Unknown Number

So, what was it you liked better, the arm on your neck, or when you were pinned down onto the ground?

My face flashed hot.

I clutched the phone in my hand, rereading it over and over again.

“Who was that?” Andrew asked.

“Oh. Uh, I’m not sure,” I lied.

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