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Everything fucking hurt,especially now that I was sitting in this cage that Oisín had either designed for me or another prisoner he’d had previously. I didn’t know which reason might be better, but I hated it either way. It was nicer than death, but not by much. My brothers needed me to take care of business, and I wasn’t going to fall into my grave until I knew they were safe.

I was stuck watching him lying on his bed, rubbing his palm over the hard-on caught in his pants as he messaged someone on his phone. He moaned loudly, and I tensed. He ignored me, though, and no matter how many times I hissed at him or told him I needed to piss, he waved me off like I was an annoying fly.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Fuckhead.” I hit my hand against the glass, then winced because I’d forgotten about my fingers. I inwardly cursed those Irish fuckers who’d tortured me. One day I would get revenge on all of them.

Oisín tapped something on his phone, and irritation swirled in my gut. I slammed my hand against the glass harder, ignoring the sharp pain that shot up my arm and turned my veins to fire.

“Enough, Beastie,” he said in a bored tone. “I have a friend coming over, and I want you to be a good boy.”

“I’m not your pet,” I snarled, but when I twisted my leg the wrong way trying to move, I screamed out from the agony. “I told you I need to piss.”

“And I told you to go in there.” He rose to a seated position and pointed at the water bowl. “I could’ve been nice....” A chuckle escaped his mouth. “Well, nicer, but you ruined it, didn’t you?”

I snorted and glared, but there wasn’t much else I could do, especially not while I was stuck in this damned cage. My father had always wanted to teach me life skills—getting out of tight situations had been one of them—but Mom had told him I wasn’t going into the mob life. If she knew, she’d beat my ass. But she had to know now, right? I was missing. Unless she thought I was just flaky like my deadbeat dad.

Oisín’s phone chimed, and he grinned psychotically when he glanced down at it. “Looks like my friend’s here.”

“Your friend—” I didn’t get to finish what I was saying before he strode out of the room. His footsteps echoed in the hall, and I took the moment of quiet to fall back onto my naked ass and grab my knee, wincing. It took all my willpower not to whimper, but my entire body blazed in a fiery pain.

I dropped my head and cursed myself for getting into this situation. I’d gotten too cocky too quickly, and these were the consequences. There was no one to blame but me. The guys who’d helped me steal the drugs from the train were probably long gone now. Or dead, if Mr. Killough had anything to do with it. Christ. They were probably six feet under, where I should be.

Voices filled the hallway, and there were some thumps that sounded like a person crashing against the wall. Part of me hoped someone was here to kick Oisín’s ass, but I didn’t dare believe I had that kind of luck. The moans that followed more thuds had me dropping my head. He was getting laid.

Of coursehe was getting fucked. Damn it.

I rested back against the glass near the wall and sighed, closing my eyes. Maybe I could pretend I was somewhere else, in a world away from this rich fucker with his messed-up games. If I played my cards right, I could escape.

The door crashed open, and I startled as two men came stumbling inside. Oisín had his back to me. The other man sucked on Oisín’s mouth like a fish on a hook, and I supposed in a way, that was exactly what he was. The stranger was here for one thing—to get laid—and any guy with an active cock between his legs would do anything to get it, even sleep with crazy fuckers like Oisín.

The man shoved Oisín toward the bed, and now that he wasn’t attached to Oisín by the lips, I took a moment to study him. He wasn’t anything amazing; at least, not someone who screamed naturally attractive. Everything about his face seemed too plastic, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out there’d been work done to it. His lips were too stiff, his eyes too wide, and his nose too... Barbie doll. Oisín didn’t seem to be the type to like fake things.

The thought made me snort, which caught the stranger’s attention. He froze, and I thought he couldn’t quite widen his eyes because of the lack of movement in his face. “What is that?” The stranger frowned at me, and I was surprised he could.

“Fuck off, Ken,” I sneered back at him.

Oisín laughed and patted the stranger—who I was referring to as Ken forever—on the shoulder. “This is my newest acquisition. Reed, say hello.”

I flipped them the middle finger. “Sit on it and rotate.”

“Careful, I’d enjoy that a lot,” Oisín bit back with his usual amusement. “Although, a dick is much more fun. Thicker.” He spread his hands out, as though measuring a dick. “Longer.”

I dropped my hand and glared at him. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I leaned against the glass at my back and awkwardly crossed my arms, resting my left hand on top. I hated that this cage didn’t give me much room to move. If I bided my time, I would get out of this prison completely, but not before slitting Oisín’s throat.

Ken shuffled his way over to me, running a hand through his short bleached blond hair—as fake as the rest of him—and he flashed his pearly whites. He nodded toward me. “Why do you have him in there?”

Oisín rolled his eyes but stayed where he was beside his bed. There was a twitch at the corner of his mouth and he ran a hand over his smooth jaw. “Like I said, he’s mine. My pet.”

“What did he do?” Ken turned to look at Oisín, head tilted. “He must have done something.”

I smacked the glass, and he jumped, a scream slipping from him as he stumbled backward. Laughing meanly, I snarled at him. “Want to get close and find out?” I pressed my left hand to my cage, wiggling what was left of my pointer finger at him. Ignoring the thrumming pain that echoed down my hand, I touched my forehead to the glass. “Careful who you fuck, lover boy. He might do this to you, too.”

Oisín laughed and fell onto the bed. He crossed his leg over his knee and leaned back on his hands, eyeing me with the type of enjoyment that someone should use watching a funny movie, not a man in a cage. I was going to bathe in his blood when I was done with him, and I would enjoy every moment.

“Nice try, Beastie, but Davis knows I don’t go that far with my sex partners,” Oisín said, his voice low and teasing.

Ken—Davis didn’t fit him—nodded in agreement, a smug grin on his ugly fake face. Fucker. “Oisín reserves the cruelty for bastards like you.” He moved closer to the cage and crouched. Raising a hand, he played with the lock, unlatching it before opening the door. He reached in, and I had to give him credit, he was brave, that was for sure. “Come here, boy.”

I bared my teeth at him again and twisted, ignoring the sharp shooting pain that made its way up my leg as I moved it at the wrong angle. “Put that dirty hand near me, and I’ll bite off your fingers myself, motherfucker.”

Oisín laughed again. “Come on, Davis. Leave it. I need you to fuck me.”

Ken jumped to his feet and closed the door to my cage, but in his eagerness to go fuck Oisín, I noticed he hadn’t locked it. I grinned but hid it in my shoulder as I turned my head away from them. Ken jumped on Oisín, and the sounds of their panting and moans filled my ears as I looked away. There was no way in hell I was going to watch them fuck. Listening was bad enough.

My bladder twinged, reminding me of the need to piss, but I ignored it as I leaned back against the glass behind me, sliding my eyes shut.

They grunted some more, then clothes rustled, and it didn’t take an expert to figure out what was happening. I might not be gay, but I knew the noises people made when they had sex.

A click—lube bottle.

A riiiiip—condom wrapper.

A squick—cock entering a hole with lube.

A hnngh—moan.

The curses. The groans and whimpers. Skin slapping against skin.

Fuck.

My cock stayed soft. It wasn’t that the sounds they were making weren’t hot. They were—I wasn’t gay, though, damn it.—but I’d been having... issues since my breakup a year ago. Nothing seemed to get me hard. I’d tried porn, hooking up with the prettiest women I could find, and beating the meat, yet nothing worked. So, even if Oisín wanted me to fuck him, it wouldn’t be possible.

I dropped my head back against the glass and rubbed my palm over my face. Tiredness hit me, and all at once, I was too exhausted for this shit. If I was getting the operation on my knee done soon, I’d get plenty of sleep then, but I didn’t know what consequences came with any of this. Oisín had promised me at least another year, but when I got my strength back, I’d have more fight again. Maybe in a few months I could escape and leave New York with my family. That was the only way to keep them safe.

“Fuck, right there.” Oisín moaned and cursed some more, and despite my better judgment, my eyes slid open. I stared toward the bed.

He was on his hands and knees, Ken behind him. Their sides faced toward me, and Oisín wasn’t focused on Ken fucking him. No. His gaze was on me, eyes clouded with a combination of lust and amusement, almost challenging me to make a move. Do something.

Ken’s hands were on Oisín’s hips, and Ken was thrusting back and forth with the kind of speed and force that reminded me of a grandfather, not a man who was probably around his thirties. There was no finesse in the way Ken moved, and if anything, Oisín appeared bored, as though Ken wasn’t hitting him where he needed it.

“Harder. Right there.” Oisín threw a feral grin at me.

Now that I thought about it, he sounded anything but horny. His tone was flat and disinterested, but Ken was either too stupid to hear it or he was chasing his own pleasure and not focused on Oisín’s. How Oisín had this man in his contact list, I didn’t know.

I cocked my head, asking him if he was enjoying himself without words, and Oisín winked back in return, amping up his dramatic moans.

“You’re so big,” Oisín groaned out, rocking back to meet Ken’s thrusts. “So good. Right there, you big, big boy.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. A bit overdramatic if you asked me, not that I would know because when I did have all my... equipment working, women never had to pretend. I knew exactly what they needed and when they needed it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Ken stiffened, and even though his face could barely move, there were a few twitches that gave away his orgasm. The expression certainly wasn’t anything to write home about.

The moment he pulled out of Oisín, I laughed. It’d been an accident, really, but his cock was embarrassing. I knew guys who were on the shorter end but thick as fuck. Ken couldn’t even gloat about that. Hell, I was glad I hadn’t stopped calling him Ken because, like the doll, he had nothing.

He froze, glancing at me with a flush spreading across his cheeks, and his eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you laughing at?”

Oisín sighed and turned onto his back, his cock still hard and slapping against his lower abs. “Ignore him.”

Ken didn’t. He shot to his feet, and I gave him a slow, unimpressed perusal. For a man who liked to fix things about himself, his cock was the only untouched part of him. Was he too scared to do anything with it?

“No. What’s your problem, dog?” He sneered at me, arms crossed.

“Davis,” Oisín drawled, tickling his fingers over his abs and up his chest. He flicked one of his nipples and hissed. “Come here. Suck my dick.”

Ken wasn’t listening. He shifted a little closer to my cage, finger pointed at me. “You’re nothing but a caged animal. Stupid. Dumb. Fucking pitiful.”

I grinned at him and with slow, careful movements, so I didn’t jolt my knee and injured body too much, I slid to the door of my cage and opened it.

Ken gasped, taking a step back as I dragged myself out of the glass and heaved myself up to my feet. My knee pulsed with pain, a rolling heat that spread up my leg, but with the adrenaline pounding through my veins, I was able to overlook it... for now.

He staggered backward, gaze darting to Oisín, who stayed where he was on the bed on his back. Oisín’s eyes were on me, watching intently, but the only time he moved was to wrap his long, nimble fingers around his cock and stroke.

“He’s out of his damned cage,” Ken squeaked, waving his hand at me.

Oisín shrugged. “You’re the one who unlocked it. You better do something about it.”

“Not if I do something first,” I hissed, then moved.

Ken tried to dodge my punch, but it only made things worse when I got him right in the throat. He choked and fell straight to the floor, and a white-hot feeling I couldn’t explain stoked a fire in me. Pain aside, there was an adrenaline high that fueled me as I landed another punch on him, this time directly in the temple. The hit knocked him straight the fuck out, his entire body going boneless on the hardwood floor.

I turned toward Oisín and noticed he hadn’t moved an inch. If anything, his hand on his cock jerked harder, and he arched his back, cursing as streams of cum shot from his slit, landing across his abs, chest, and on the bed.

“Good, Beastie.” He moaned as he came, an abrupt laughter joining in with the sounds he made as he hit his orgasm.

I blinked at him, then blinked again and shook my head. “You’re fucked up, man.”

Oisín dragged his fingertip through part of the load he’d released onto his abs, gathering some cum before sucking it into his mouth and humming. “Yeah, but I’m having fun and that’s all that matters.”

I grunted and turned back to the asshole on the floor. My bladder twinged again, and a sick, twisted thought entered my head. Grinning evilly, I directed my cock toward Ken. Piss shot from my slit, splattering across Ken’s naked and unconscious body. The urine splashed his chest, some landing on his face, and I took pleasure at knowing the bastard would wake up smelling like piss, literally.

“You are a beast.” Oisín’s tinkling laugh elicited prickles along my spine.

I glanced over my shoulder at him and studied his sinewy build and how languid he was, lying there as though he didn’t have a problem in the world. I glared. “Whatever.” I finished up my piss and shook my cock. I turned toward Oisín as the familiar tendrils of pain crawled their way through me again. My knee spasmed and I cursed as it collapsed beneath me, causing me to land on the floor.

Oisín slid from the bed and grasped me under the armpit. He lifted, and I went, surprised once again at how strong he was despite his lean frame. He managed to half carry me back to my prison, and I let him, only because the agony was starting to hit again now that the adrenaline had all but been pissed out of my dick with my urine.

“Get back in your cage. Good Beastie.”

I grunted and glared. “Stop fucking calling me that.”

Oisín chuckled as he closed the door behind me, locking it up again.

I shook my head at him. “You’ve got shitty sex partners, by the way, man. Get someone better.”

He shrugged unapologetically. “I was curious.”

“About what?” I asked before I could stop myself. I leaned back against the glass again, the ache in my knee intensifying until I hissed and winced.

“How you’d react to him. He’s not the best person to have around.” The corner of his mouth twitched.

Bastard.He probably knew Ken would raise my hackles. Now that I was back in my confinement, I studied Oisín’s bare body carefully. I’d never been attracted to men, but even I could admit that he had a nice figure. His chest was broad, with compact muscles across his abdomen and in his pecs, and he was mostly hairless. He had a strip of dark hair that led from his belly button down to a trimmed area around his cock. Even soft, he was on the larger side, certainly much bigger than his unconscious partner. He had dimples right above where his hip bones jutted out, and there was something strangely adorable about them. Oisín was far from feminine, but at the same time he was softer than a lot of men I’d known.

“Like what you see?” Oisín smirked.

I narrowed my eyes at him and snorted. “Fuck off. You’re ugly as fuck.”

He stuck his tongue out from the corner of his mouth, and it was clear he didn’t believe me. He waved his hand at Ken. “I’ll get this figured out. Get some sleep. Tomorrow you have that surgery, and then after that, I’m going to get you to a dentist to fix up your teeth. By the time I’m done, you’ll be back to handsome.” He winked. “As good-looking as you can be after being in Cillian’s and Aspen’s hands, anyway.”

My mouth twisted in distaste. “I’m not going to be like your Ken doll over there.” I nodded toward Ken. “I’m not getting any plastic surgery done.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I would hope not. Davis has his own issues. Like I said, he was only here because I was testing your reaction. He’s not someone I usually have around. The man couldn’t fuck right if he read a manual on how to find the prostate. Actually, that’s a good idea. I should send him one.” He tapped the glass of my cage. “Now, be a good beast and sleep.”

I had a million things I wanted to say to him.

Fuck off.

Go fuck yourself.

I’m not doing anything for you.

You’re a d-bag.

I held them all in because I actually liked the idea of surgery and getting my teeth fixed. Instead, I offered him another scowl before I carefully lay on my side, my back toward him and whatever the hell he was going to do with Ken. One thing was clear from the rustling happening behind me—he knew how to dispose of someone. Ken wasn’t dead, and I wasn’t entirely sure if he would be after Oisín was done with him, but Oisín certainly knew how to move a body on his own.

Which brought me to another realization. I had to be careful. If I wanted to end Oisín and escape, this time I couldn’t rush it. I had to do it right.

With that thought, I let sleep take me.