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“Santi? Are you okay?”
By themselves, they’re not much of a threat, so they made sure a hound joined them.
“Hey, you’re scaring me, dude—”
A big, stupid, dirty hound that knew nothing but blood.
The hold on my neck loosened, so I quickly grabbed Gabriel’s hand and kept it there.
“Just keep doing this,” I hissed, out of breath. “It feels amazing.”
A slight blush crept to his cheeks, and he nodded. Then, just as I asked him, he kept his hand on my neck, his finger digging into my vein—
“Harder,” I shouted, my hands holding on to his hips while I pinned him on my cock. “Choke me until I’m fucking dead.”
He was hesitant at first, but then he added his left hand and applied more pressure, enough to make it hard to breathe. But as I grasped for those crucial bits, it all came back. The room, the bed, the way he’d tied me with the belt, and the deranged look in his eyes while he told me of a dog that beat the shit out of him a few years ago. A dog that then appeared on his doorstep, not realizing he’d walked right into a trap.
I’m no pussy, sweetheart… but a motherfucking tiger.
My eyes snapped open as it all hit me, and feeling like I’d die any second, I pushed Gabriel off me and turned over, falling from my bed to the damn floor as I gasped for air. My heart was beating so fast I feared it would blast out of my chest, while at the same time, it all came back. Not that night with Ariyan, but a different night, one I’d almost managed to forget all about— No. I did forget what happened that night, but back then, it had seemed so unimportant, just another random fight with a stranger. A robbery that went south when Ace and Ricky pissed me off so bad that later on, I started a fight that landed me in prison. Everything else that night seemed so much more important than him, than the stranger I beat up, the same stranger who turned out to be—
“Fuck, Santiago, are you okay?” Gabriel gasped, getting beside me.
No, no, no, this couldn’t be true.
“Santiago—”
“I have to go,” I hissed, pushing his hand away from me and getting up.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked while I picked up my clothes from the floor.
So it was him all along? The son of a bitch played me right from the beginning, but was it really a coincidence, or did he track me down? Hold on. I froze on the spot, my shirt in my hands because… Ricky and Ace. They were the two cockroaches from his story, right? Meaning… Ariyan was the one to kill them.
Be grateful I didn’t bring my gun today.
I had about a million questions running through my head. Everything made sense while nothing really did. And even though I knew it was dangerous, I had to find him.
Right. Fucking. Now.
“I’ll call you,” I told Gabriel after I put on my shirt and dashed out of my room, heart in my fucking throat because not only was Ariyan a real psycho, but one with a personal vendetta against me. And given the fact that the two other dudes who were there that night were now dead, I’d say going to find him was stupid.
Beyond stupid.
Yet I didn’t care. Not in the slightest.
The need to see his face right now burned inside me, the flame so strong it consumed its way to my core, eating away everything that stood in its way. Whether it was common sense or my damn life, none of it mattered.
Only him.
The stranger I beat up and whom, for three long years, had no name, but now he did, and his name was Ariyan.
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ARIYAN
Observing the sights unfolding before me, I struggled to keep my disgust at bay. Men losing themselves to lust… was there anything more humiliating than that, than thinking you could conquer the world by penetrating others with your misshapen cock?
Unable to tell right from wrong, those men bathed in filth, believing they were worth something, while in fact, they were less than pigs rolling in their own pile of shit.
