Dima narrowed his eyes. “And?”
“I have an idea of where they could’ve been hiding. The row of trees at the back of the parking lot could be a good place to hide a car.”
“Yes, that makes sense.”
Jay kept his expression blank. He had indeed searched for photos of the shooting range and the parking lot—a shared space between four stores without a single tree in sight.
He had gotten as much as he was going to get out of Dima. It was time to let Oscar know he had a ratproblem that needed taking care of immediately.
“I’ll need a day or two to work on your car. Are you fine taking an Uber back?”
Dima nodded. “I can do that.”
“Cool. I’ll let you know when I’m done.” He turned around to go open the garage door. After barely two steps, Dima firmly grabbed his head. Jay had a split second to acknowledge the immediate danger, then the side of his face smashed against the car.
A supernova of pain exploded inside his skull. He crashed on the ground, landing on all fours. Sharp needles sliced through his brain, his vision turning bright and blurry.
I shouldn’t have told Ethan to leave.
The garage was secluded enough to make shouting for help pointless. Close by, a small cabinet stored tools that he could use to hit Dima with. All he needed was to make the man go down, then a storm of violence would explode until one of them stopped moving.
Something wet landed on the back of his hand. He squinted at the red drops that trickled from his head.Well, shit.
He forced his body forward, but his limbs were a dysfunctional mess, and he could barely see two feet in front of him. Still, he had to at least try. It wasn’t over yet.
Through the ringing in his ears, he faintly heard approaching footsteps.
“You’re making a mistake,” he managed to say. “Whatever they promised you, it isn't worth it.”
“Look at me.”
Jay turned his head to see Dima’s leg flying toward his face.
17
TREVOR
He slept like a king, the best sleep he had in weeks, although the bed was lumpy and still dusty, no matter how many times he’d tried to clean it. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was already past noon. He had forgotten how exhausting sex could be, but naughty Daniel couldn’t get enough. Well, when he’d been conscious. There was just so much alcohol a man could absorb without slipping into a coma.
Trevor got up and put on the same clothes he’d worn yesterday. When he stepped out of the bedroom, the dire state of the house became apparent. It wasn’t bad enough to compel him to do any cleaning, though, since they were only meant to stay here a few more days.
Andy wasn’t in the living room, and the basement door was slightly open. They kept that door hidden behind a closet when the basement wasn’t being used. Trevor stepped down the creaking staircase, instantly feeling the drop in temperature.
“Morning.”
Andy turned around. “Good morning! I rememberedthat I didn’t lock the back door like you told me to when we left the house. Is that bad?”
“It’s not great, but it's too late to change it now. I hope no one steals your comics.”
Andy gasped.
“Relax, I’m joking.”
Trevor walked closer to the examination chair. It had been a freaking headache getting that big thing down here all those years ago, but definitely worth it. Naked and pale Daniel sprawled on the chair, his legs high and tied to the leg rests. The view of his exposed hole was erotic as fuck. With his arms bound to the sides, it reminded Trevor of a crucifixion. His head was slumped to the side with his eyes shut.
Trevor examined him closely, searching for any bruises other than the small needle puncture marks across his smooth skin. He had made it clear to Andy that bruises were a big no-no this time.
Andy had been right last night; it was great having the three of them back together, despite the circumstances. Trevor would have given a lot to go back to the years when Daniel had lived with them.
