“True, but you’re also the reason why we’re here right now. I shouldn’t be the one to bury your loose ends.”
Dima glanced at Jay. “He’ll try to escape.”
“Then I’ll shoot him in the back and let him crawl until he bleeds out.”
“Fine.” Dima pushed Jay to his knees and gave Trevor his gun.
With the sound of the shovel being put to work behind him, Trevor pressed the barrel against Jay’s nasty-looking bruise. He hissed and tried to squirmaway, but Trevor grabbed his hair. “Calm down. I’m sure you’re cursing the day you ever met Daniel. My little brother has a habit of enchanting people.” He leaned down, his face inches from Jay’s. “Did you fuck him?”
Jay growled, his face flushed and sweaty.
“Oh, I’m sure you did—hard not to. Were you going to whisk him away like in a movie?” He moved behind Jay and leaned his chin on his shoulder, both watching Dima digging a grave. “You’re about to get your movie alright, but it will be a horror one.”
“Do you always talk so much?” Dima panted as he shoveled.
“I do love the sound of my own voice. My mom used to say I was my own best listener, but she always enjoyed our conversations.” A sudden wave of sadness washed over him. He shook his head, angry at himself for allowing memories of Kim to sneak in.
“How deep do we want it?” Dima asked and rubbed his brow, leaving a smudge. “If we make it too big, someone might notice.”
“I wouldn’t worry about anyone finding anything out here.” He took a step to check the hole, keeping the gun aimed at Jay. “Make it a bit deeper, but it doesn’t have to be wider. We’ll just bend him inside.”
Trevor got back behind Jay and propped his chin on his trembling shoulder again. “I can hear your heart beating fast.” He reached for Jay’s chest underneath the torn coverall. As expected, he tried to wriggle away,but Trevor pulled him back and hissed, “There’s more than one way to kill a man. Don’t make me choose the slowest one.”
Jay stopped struggling, but his muscles still trembled. Trevor groped his warm chest, loving the firmness of the flesh and the softness of the scattered hairs on his pecs. He slid his hand deeper into the coverall, scratching upward from Jay’s stomach to his pulsing neck.
“I’m done.” Dima placed the shovel aside and caught his breath, his face pale and damp.
Trevor took a few steps forward and peered inside. “Good job.”
Dima climbed slowly from the hole, brushing the dirt off his clothes. “Let’s finish this. I need a shower.”
Trevor turned to face kneeling Jay. Most of his chest lay bare, heaving with his heavy breaths. Under the shadows of the trees, the man was a wild beast, his hair messy, and his eyes wide and terrified.
“Get him inside.”
Before Dima could do so, Jay lurched to his feet and spun around to run. He barely managed five steps before Dima grabbed him in a bear hug and dragged him toward the hole.
The moans of desperate struggle slipped into Trevor’s brain. His cock pressed against his jeans. He hadn’t even noticed getting hard. “Hold him steady if you can’t get him inside.”
Dima turned Jay to face Trevor, holding him at a safe distance from his own body. Trevor caught the words ‘please’and ‘don’t’between the muffled noises.
Had anything ever sounded more erotic?
“What the hell are you waiting for?” Dima grunted.
“What? Oh, right.” Trevor raised the gun, took a moment to aim, then fired.
20
ANTHONY
It was getting dark by the time they reached their destination. In the last few minutes, they had passed houses so big they may as well have been mansions, each far enough from the next to have its own street.
“It’s the house over there,” Ethan said, pointing ahead.
Anthony stopped the car on the side of the road, far enough to not raise suspicion, yet still close enough if they needed to flee. It wasn’t yet fully dark, making it easy to spot the two-story Victorian mini castle, even with no lights inside.
“I don’t see a car at the front,” Ethan said. “Maybe it’s in the garage.”
