“Have him?” the first one asked.
He nodded.
“Fuck him, abuse him, and do whatever you want to him. Get your friends together. I don’t care. I just need him away from my man.”
Both men said nothing.
“Three hundred each.”
And that made them way more willing to help.
“You have the number, right?” he asked.
They both nodded.
“Then, you help me get him here, and you can fuck him all you want. I just want him to come here alone so I can talk to him.”
And that wasn’t what he wanted.
No.
He wanted to watch the two men destroy this Graham guy for daring to get his fiancé’s attention.
But he’d meant what he said.
They could do whatever they wanted with him. That didn’t matter.
Because the trash took itself out.
And it would.
Again.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
The Castle
Five P.M.
When he woke up, Graham nearly panicked. The bed beside him was empty, and Michael was gone.
It took him a second to figure out that it wasn’t a dream.
How did he know?
He had the shiny gold band with the two stones in it on his finger.
Immediately, he calmed down.
He recalled them falling asleep after some truly magnificent sex. If he remembered correctly, he knew where Michael would be.
After sex, someone liked some food.
So, he got up, found some clothes, and looked around. Both of their kilts were on the chair, folded neatly. Someone had tidied up, and he knew who that would be.
His man.
“I have a husband,” he whispered, giddily. “And it’s D’Artangnan.”
