Page 44 of Little Bunny

Someone that liquored up should not possess ninja-level stealth. It was so unfair. If Elijah had been that wasted, he would’ve faceplanted the floor by now.

A sad truth he’d experienced a few times in his life. It was never fun having your face smashed against a disgusting floor, people stepping over you like you were a fallen log and not a human being.

And it had been Percy who’d peeled him off the floor, just as drunk but far more coordinated than Elijah.

“Why can’t we just drive to his house?” Elijah snatched the glass from Tito when he refilled it. “You’re cut off, buster. I need you sober, not a bleary-eyed nuisance.”

God. How long did it take for Mathias to do whatever it was he was doing? Elijah needed him there, solving this. Instead, he was stuck with Tito, the inebriated wolf, who was about as useful as an empty condom dispenser.

Elijah shook his head. Maybe he was the one who needed a drink… or ten.

“I’m hardly drunk,” Tito said drolly. “It takes more than half a bottle of tequila to put me on my ass, human.”

Elijah used both hands to gesture toward the bottle. “You’re drinking whiskey, and the bottle is nearly empty. You’re swaying where you stand, and that’s the first time I’ve understood you since you plopped the bottle down on the counter.”

Tito wrinkled his nose. “Stop nagging me. I can be drunk and highly functional at the same time.” He kept talking but switched back over to his native tongue.

At first, he’d been intimidated by the guy. Now, he wished Tito would simply pass out because he’d become super annoying.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Tito demanded when Elijah started away.

“The bathroom located in my room, and you better not try to follow me.” He stormed away, hating the eerie silence of the tavern. Tito had cut the music off a while ago, leaving Elijah to deal with his thoughts.

Not something he wanted when he was seven levels of confused about Matias and panicking over Percy.

“There’re cameras everywhere. I’ll know if you’re up to no good,” Tito called out, causing Elijah to pause mid stride.

Cameras? Everywhere? He turned, swallowing roughly, and beyond horrified. “Even in the kitchen?”

“If I tell you where they’re located, you’ll try to dodge them.” Tito appeared smug, like he hadn’t just dialed up Elijah’s panic to a thousand.

Elijah was so over today. Dealing with Matias, Percy, and the pack, he was going to need some serious therapy.

But Tito had to be lying. Matias wouldn’t have gotten him off with cameras around, would he? Elijah felt a sudden need for his granny blanket and remote.

This could not be his life right now.

He slipped into the kitchen, looking around, desperate to find where the cameras were hidden. Matias was going to suffer if he’d pulled Elijah’s cock out for an audience. Who watched the footage? Did anyone even monitor it? Would more than one guy view it?

A groan slipped free. The kitchen was large, with too many places for hidden cameras to capture his utmost humiliation.

Elijah started moving things aside, checking behind canisters on the counter, looking in drawers and cupboards, then he took down the hanging pots to check inside of them. He looked in the pantry, the refrigerator, and he even flipped the multitude of kitchen chairs over just to be sure, feeling like he was in a full-blown episode of CSI: Humiliation Unit.

He climbed onto the counter, pushed onto the balls of his feet, running his hand along the spaces above the cabinets. He nearly lost his footing a few times but was determined to make sure some perv wouldn’t be sitting in a dark room getting off to Elijah’s pleasure.

Fuck. His mind kept telling him that Matias wouldn’t do something like that, but Elijah wouldn’t listen. Not if there was even a one percent chance of truth to Tito’s claim.

Desperation and panic set in, logic no longer mattering. Trent had humiliated Elijah in the past. Maybe not with cameras, but public humiliation was just as bad. Elijah refused to suffer through something like that again.

He was so lost to the search that it drowned out the sound of motorcycles.

“Conejito?” Matias’s brows furrowed, his lips slightly parted. “What is going on in here?”

“Where are they?” Elijah demanded, forcing himself to breathe, which only caused his voice to rise and break.

“Where is what?” Matias came straight to him, gently gripping Elijah’s upper arms. “What are you looking for, cariño?”

Tears stung Elijah’s eyes, remembering how Trent had become friends with his neighbor, telling all their sexual business after smoking a blunt.

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