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“He’s no kid anymore and apparently he’s Tate’s ex. The one who’s been vandalizing his car and sending the sex videos to his employers.”

“No shit?”

“Tate was so fucking scared of his ex. And now that I know Baker has him, Tate must be terrified.”

“Isn’t Baker a firefighter? Why would he ruin his life by abducting Tate?”

“Because he’s fucking crazy? I don’t know, Dad, but he has my boyfriend and I can’t let him hurt him!”

He’s silent for a moment. “Boyfriend?”

Cat’s out of the bag. Not that I give a shit.

“He’s mine. I’m his. We’re a thing. I’m fucking happy. I can’t lose him.”

“You won’t, Son,” Dad assures me. “Everything is going to be okay. We’re going to get our boy back.”

Our boy.

I clench my teeth together hard, fighting emotion. “I’m going to kill him.”

“You can’t kill Baker,” Dad says with a grunt. “Just get Tate away from him. Let the cops do the rest. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Can’t make any promises.”

I hang up before Dad can argue. I’m not going to vow not to do something stupid. If I have to beat Baker’s face to a bloody pulp just to make Tate feel safe again, I will. Old friend or not, Baker is not the guy I knew. He’s fucked in the head and messing withmyman.

My heart rate starts to race when I pull into the apartment complex. I drive around the back of the building and discover a Suburban that’s been wrapped in Park Mountain Fire Department vinyl.

They’re here.

Relief vies for attention, but fear is still the star of the show.

Time to rescue Tate.

Iwillhave him safely in my arms no matter what.

Tate

“Is my little toy finally awake?”

I blink away the lingering darkness and try to make sense of my surroundings. Is this a nightmare? A firm smack on my bare ass sends awareness jolting through me.

Not sleeping.

This is definitely real.

As my eyes come into focus, I recognize the furniture in my living room. It’s been destroyed. Someone—obviously Sean—must’ve taken an ax to it as it’s punctured in a million places, white, cottony stuffing pulled and discarded all over.

I’m sure that was a result of one of his tantrums when he realized I’d ghosted him.

I attempt to move and come to the conclusion I’ve been bound. Based on the cold, hard surface I’m on and location, it must be my dinner table. I’ve been placed naked and face down on the surface. Rope binds my wrists and it stretches down over the other side, no doubt attached to two of the legs.

My ass is on full display as my bottom half is folded over the other end of the table. When I can’t move either leg, I realize they’ve been bound as well. Each leg is spread apart, leaving my whole backside vulnerable and exposed. Even though my cock is smashed against the edge of the table, I’m not worried.

Sean doesn’t want my dick.

He’s always been more of an ass man.