A few officers outside glanced at them briefly, appearing to wonder if they should intervene. That is, until they spotted Officers Burke and Pike shaking their heads.
Apparently, kidnapping was okay, so long as your bosses gave you the all-clear.
“Let me go, you behemoth gorilla!” the boy yelled.
He began pounding his fists against Marcus’s back, which only made things so much funnier. It was like having his own personal masseuse massaging his sore back muscles, getting him ready for the long ride home. He could get used to such premium service.
Stopping at his car, Marcus fished the keys from his pocket and popped open the trunk.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Gavin argued the moment he spotted the open trunk. “Don’t you d—” Gavin landed with a thud into the bottom of the trunk.
“Enjoy the ride,” Marcus said with a smirk as heslammed the hood down, nearly decapitating his newest passenger.
Fists pounded, and screaming ensued, all to Marcus's smirking pleasure. He was so glad he agreed to this gig. It was going to be so much fun.
“Umm, sir? Is that a person in your trunk?” a pimply-faced, new recruit asked sheepishly as he nodded toward Marcus’s trunk.
“Oh, don't worry, this is just one of our kinky little sex games."
“No, it’s not! The man is trying to abduct me! I heard him say something about having a micropenis, and this was his way of seeking vengeance on all of us well-hung twinks! The man is deranged! Please let me out!”
Marcus leaned forward as if trying to hear what the young man was saying.
"What’s that? Sorry, but I can't hear you, babe. Try removing that ball gag from your mouth and speaking clearly, sweet pea."
“Argh! You’re such a fucking asshole!” the young man screamed.
“See, everything’s good, here, Officer,” Marcus noted, smiling at the man as he rounded the car. He gave Burke and Pike a wave as he got into the driver’s side.
Once inside, he turned up the music and reveled in the tortured curses of his newest assignment.
4
GAVIN
Seething, Gavin braced himself for another impact of his head against the top of the hood. It had been like this for the last ten minutes. It seemed like his kidnapper, Megatron in the flesh, had decided to take the scenic route and hit every bump and pothole there was in Colorado.
Like, seriously? Where the fuck were they?
Gavin jerked forward when the car suddenly came to a complete stop. He heard the engine die and the car door open and close.
This was it. The bastard was finally coming to let him out.
He pulled the crowbar closer to his body and gripped the end with all the strength he had. How could the police let him be taken by this Cro-Magnon of a human? The man was all brute force and minimal intelligence.
“Hope you’re still alive in there,” a deep voice said as the world was suddenly filled with light.
Gavin let out a scream and drew the crowbar down hard on the man who had kidnapped him.
“What the—” Marcus began as the crowbar hit his bicep with absolutely no pain.
Gavin looked at the monstrous bicep and gasped. “What the hell? Not even an ouch or cry of pain?”
Marcus looked at his arm and shrugged.
“Was that supposed to hurt or something?”
“That was supposed to knock you unconscious and scramble your brain, giving me time to climb out of this car and escape,” Gavin screeched, flustered and a bit annoyed.
