Page 52 of His Untoward Hate

Not even after finishing three glasses of tequila, Jude was already becoming livelier and more carefree, completely different from the quiet and timid boy Sky was used to seeing. One thing Sky had only recently realized was how easily alcohol got to Jude. Once it did, the quiet, reserved boy gave way to someone entirely different.

The flush on Jude’s cheeks and the exhaustion lingering in his eyes were obvious in the way he moved and spoke. Even though he was still wearing his dark blue slacks, Sky’s oversized black shirt, and his black school shoes, nothing could hide how attractive he looked dancing under the dim disco lights. And if looks could kill, several men in the bar would already be lying dead on the floor.

Sky hated the way their eyes landed on the twink.

“Whoaaa! Oh gosh! I want moooore, pleaseee!” Jude shouted excitedly as he handed his empty glass to the bartender, ignoring Sky at the side as if he were a complete stranger.

The bartender flashed him a smile, and Sky’s brows furrowed even deeper.

“Here you go, cutie pie,” the bartender said smoothly with a wink as he handed Jude his thirteenth glass of tequila, and Sky counted diligently.

“Oh! Thank you so much, handsome!” Jude replied playfully before chugging the drink in one go and heading back to the dance floor.

Sky bit the inside of his cheek when Jude did not even spare him a single glance.

The fucking audacity.

A flare of annoyance burned through Sky as he shot the bartender a sharp glare before slamming his glass onto the counter, the sound intercepting through the blaring music.

“Do you fucking know who I am?” Sky barked to the bartender, his eyes bloodshot and lips wet in fume.

“Sorry, but no, sir,” answered the bartender.

“I am his fucking boyfriend, so back off, you little piece of shit, unless you want to go home carrying your own head in your hands,” Sky threatened deadly.

The bartender froze in surprise before quickly raising both hands in surrender.

“Easy, man…” he muttered nervously.

Sky rose from his seat and made his way toward the center of the crowded, heated dance floor. Lustful stares from both men and women followed him, but he paid them no attention. His eyes remained locked on the completely wasted and oblivious Jude Finn, who was dancing far too closely with some random top in pretense.

It was as if the pain in his body from the beating and all were gone just to dance with fucking guys. Without hesitation, Sky grabbed the man by the collar, nearly lifting him off the ground.

“Back off, asshole,” he warned coldly before shoving the guy away hard.

Clenching his jaw, Sky grabbed Jude’s wrist and pulled him away from the suffocating crowd.

“That’s enough. We’re going home,” he said firmly, biting the inside of his cheek as he struggled to keep his temper under control.

“No! The night’s only getting started, Sky! Don’t be such a killjoy!” Jude complained, trying to free himself from Sky’s grasp.

“Don’t start being stubborn with me. You know how I am, Jude Finn,” Sky warned, trying to keep his voice calm. “Let’s go home. It’s already late.”

“I don’t want to! You go home yourself.”

“The fuck is wrong with you? Let’s go home whether you like it or not.”

“Ha! The fuck is wrong with you, too!” Jude let out a deep breath before a devilish grin slowly spread across his face. “You sound just like my dad…” Jude slurred, idly pointing into the air while struggling to keep himself steady.

“Ohhh…wait…” he laughed bitterly. “Is he even really my dad? Fucking hell, no. He’s not my dad because I’m fucking adopted…”

Jude’s voice cracked slightly as his drunken emotions spilled out.

“That’s what I fucking heard…”

Jude cursed with so much conviction that Sky could only stare at him, his chest squeezing painfully at the sight. Deep down, Sky knew this was bound to happen eventually. Secrets like that could never stay buried forever.

Now everything finally made sense.