Page 79 of Caged Hunger

“Good, because I can become a little possessive when it comes to people I care about. And as far as I’m concerned, that cock now belongs to me.”

Basher leaned down and kissed Cameron on the lips.

“Do you think your ass can handle another round?” Basher asked, already feeling his dick begin to thicken.

Cameron’s lips pulled back in a smirk.

“Okay, you got everything?” Basher asked as they walked toward the front door.

They were on their way to Ride ’em Hard to meet with the guys and figure out what to do about Cameron’s little stalker.

“Yeah, just grabbing my phone.” Cameron picked up his cell, then turned just as Basher was opening the front door.

“Oof!” Basher coughed as something large and heavy smashed him in the gut.

Cameron jumped back as three men rushed in through the front door, punching and kicking Basher as he lay on his back, arms up, trying to protect his face.

Something inside Cameron snapped. Rage flooded his veins, and without thinking, he hurled himself at the men.

One man clocked him in the face, sending him flying backward and crashing into the television.

“Leave him—" Basher started, but he was cut off by another round of kicks to his stomach and ribs.

“Basher!” Cameron screamed, scrambling to his feet, as two men picked Basher up by the arms while a third man punched him in the face.

The men dragged Basher’s semiconscious body outside, where a van was waiting, parked in their driveway.

The side door slid open, revealing two more men crouched inside. In one swift motion, they grabbed Basher and dragged him into the van just as Cameron burst out the front entrance.

“Basher! No!” Cameron screamed.

He lunged forward, but a figure stepped from the shadows and drove a fist into his jaw.

The pain was excruciating.

Cameron stumbled and fell to the sound of men climbing into the van.

The last thing Cameron remembered was watching the van door close on Basher’s limp, semiconscious body.

He reached out toward the van, hoping that somehow he would be able to grab hold of the door and cling to it for dear life.

But the world around him was getting so dark. It wasn’t evening, but all the sounds around him were beginning to fade.

Cameron tried his hardest to stay awake. He focused on the rusty, chipped van as it floored the engine, causing smoke to shoot up as the rubber melted into the asphalt just beneath its tires.

“Bash…” Cameron tried one last time.

He watched as the van sped away before disappearing around the corner.

The fight was useless.

The pull was too strong.

Cameron’s eyes slowly closed, and the darkness all around him finally consumed him.

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