Page 2 of Savage
I shook my head. “Nothing really. Said his grandchildren were coming down to visit and would be working for him. He said I could start up again in the fall.”
“Fuck that,” Dar shouted. He was up, and started looking around the studio apartment.
“Sit down, Dar.” Of course, he didn’t listen to anything I said. He was like a fire; once you squirted in an ounce of gasoline, he was raging, and there was no smothering it.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and glanced at Sayge for help. He smiled at me without me needing to say anything. Sayge sat up, and the single sheet slipped off his body, showing off his milky white skin. He was as bare as the day he was born.
“Dar,” Sayge called out. He draped his long arms over Dar’s back and leaned on him.
“Not now, Sayge. They fucked Calvin over. He’s been working his ass off, showing up on his days off, taking double shifts. Practically sucking that old man’s cock, and this is what he gets? Fucking fired because his damn crotch nuggets are coming down?”
“It’s not like that,” I started.
“Fuck that. It is like that. You can’t try and say he didn’t just fuck us over. He damn well knew what kind of situation we’re in, and he just—”
Sayge shoved his hands in Dar’s boxer, effectively shutting him up. A groan tumbled out as his head fell forward. His inky black hair spilled over his eyes, hiding them from the world.
I blew out a breath. At least he’d slow down now. But he hadn’t been wrong. His boss knew exactly what kind of situation we were in. I had hidden it when I first got the job, but it’s rather hard to hide how much you’re struggling when you ask to be paid under the table and in cash.
I closed my eyes, listening to the two of them as Dar let out soft, breathy moans as Sayge’s slicked hand stroked his cock. Listening to them made my own cock harden in my pants, but there was no way I was getting up. Even if what they were doing was the best kind of distraction, my feet burned, and my legs throbbed.
Looking for a new job was a top priority. The rent was due in four days, and the landlord wasn’t exactly the nicest or most patient person in the world. We had three hundred of the eight we needed. Not to mention the electricity and water needed to be paid too. Fuck, the list of bills was endless.
Soft hot hands rested on my cheeks, and I blinked my eyes open.
“Are you okay?” Sayge asked.
“Yeah,” I lied. I hadn’t been okay in a long time, but there was no time to delve deeper into that. Not when our survival literally rested in my hands and had for quite some time.
We’d all dropped out of high school and ran away at fifteen. We hadn’t looked back, and at first, we’d made it work as long as we stuck together. However, it had become harder and harder over the past twelve years.
Sayge tilted his head, his eyes unwavering as he stared at me; it was as if he was staring directly into my soul. A shiver worked down my sweaty back.
“We have to figure out what we’re going to do next,” I said.
Dar was back sitting on the futon, his clothes and anger forgotten.
“I have the job interview next week, but it’s not going to pay much,” Dar said.
Not to mention the likelihood of him being fired on the first day was all too prevalent.
“Sayge?” I asked.
He finally stopped staring me down and took a seat next to me.
“Hmmm, the strip club I auditioned at called me back to come work there tomorrow night.”
“What strip club?” Dar and I both asked in unison.
“The one off Baseline.”
“Fuck no,” Dar growled out, and I was hard-pressed to disagree with him.
Sayge pulled his long legs up and rested his head on his knees. How in the hell he looked like an untouched angel on the dirty floor was beyond me.
“It’s money,” he said.
“I’d rather go to Hell’s Wrath and become a sweet butt,” Dar said.
