Page 22 of A Quick Buck

“There is a witness who will testify that you were selling those pills at Rawhide the night you were with Mr. Medina,” Alistair cut in sharply, folding his hands together in his lap. “I am also very close friends with a narcotics detective who enjoys shutting down aspiring drug dealers.”

“Drug dealer? Are you fucking kidding me?” Noah shook his head. He was getting angry, and he wanted nothing more than to throw his wine in Alistair’s gorgeous face. “Fuck you! No one is gonna believe you!”

“Oh, really?” Alistair paused to sip his wine. “They won’t believe that a young man in desperate need of money with zero employable skills or any work history to speak of would turn to selling high-end designer drugs?”

“I could still rat you out!” Noah argued. “You try to fuck me, I’m gonna fuck you right back!”

“By all means. Please do try,” Alistair challenged. “Never mind that I have your very kind staff who are more than willing to testify about your drug abuse and illegal aspirations, or the glaring fact that I’ve yet to actually commit any crime in your presence. You can’t ‘rat me out’ for something you only think I’m going to do. After all, I’m only here as a concerned family friend who is worried about my friend’s dear nephew.”

“But you… you can’t just…” Noah was stunned.

Okay, so Alistair wasn’t quite as shitty of a gangster as he thought he was.

“You fuckin’ planned all of this,” Noah realized out loud. “You knew you were gonna set me up.”

“I knew there was a very strong chance that you would not be the most genteel guest, yes.” Alistair chuckled. “I took precautions.”

Noah gritted his teeth together and growled fiercely as his rage took over. “For the love of fuck, you’re such an asshole! You stupid old fuck, I hope you drop fuckin’ dead right now. This is bullshit! I don’t fuckin’ deserve this, you limp dick geezer!”

“I’m rapidly growing tired of that nasty little mouth of yours,” Alistair said sternly, flashing a nasty smile. “I think it’s time for another lesson, don’t you?”

“Fuckin’ bring it.”

Chapter 4

Noah was ready for a brawl, and every muscle was wound up tight and primed with adrenaline. He was on his feet, the chair pushed back and toppled on the floor, and he was prepared to pounce at any moment.

Alistair, however, was calmly sitting and drinking his wine.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Noah scoffed. “You gonna come teach me somethin’ or what?”

“Mm.” Alistair raised his wine glass, finishing it, and then licking his lips slowly. “Perhaps we should teach you patience first.”

“Fuck you!” Noah snatched the wine glass out of his hand and hurled it onto the floor, shattering it instantly. “I’m so sick of this! It’s only been one fuckin’ day, and I am tired of—”

The speed at which Alistair got to his feet was almost inhuman, deftly grabbing Noah by the back of his neck before slamming him face first down on the table in a mere second.

Noah tried to push back, but Alistair was too strong. Being overpowered by someone smaller than him really pissed him off, but there was nothing he could do.

“Let’s try this again,” Alistair drawled, holding Noah’s arm and pushing it up toward his shoulder to keep him still. “My name is Alistair Star, and I’d like you to be my guest. That requires you to behave while you’re here. All I asked was for you to clean up your mouth, wear something red, and join me for dinner. Was that so difficult?”

“Fuck you! I’m not gonna let you treat me like some fuckin’ bitch!” Noah struggled, and he gasped when Alistair palmed his ass.

“Perhaps if you acted better, I would treat you better. Hmm?”

“Drop fuckin’ dead.”

Alistair deftly reached around Noah’s waist to loosen his belt. “I was hoping your first lesson would have more lingering effects. I was clearly wrong.”

“Wait, stop! What are you doing?”

“I believe you told me to ‘bring it’.” Alistair chuckled, unzipping Noah’s pants. “Consider it brought.”

“Fuck, wait… wait, wait, wait!” Noah struggled again, and he hated how all the blood in his body chose that moment to zoom down into his dick. The mere brush of Alistair’s hand had sent intense signals he couldn’t ignore, and he knew it was obvious he was getting hard.

Alistair had to have noticed, but he didn’t comment on it. He was busy pulling Noah’s pants and underwear down to bare his ass.

Noah cringed, exposed with nowhere to hide, just like before. He wondered if Alistair was admiring the welts he’d left there, and he whimpered at the thought.