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40 | A Promise Well Kept

I always made a better lover than I did a friend.

“I figured you’d want to see an old friend.”

When I entered into the confines of the vehicle, I let my eyes wander every corner. It sat eight people, comfortably, three facing one another and the final two faced the front of the vehicle.

A man sat in the left seat, his face was covered with a black canvas bag. He wore a black speedo low on hips, a heavy circular gold medallion was affixed to his neck using a thick piece of red leather. Blue and purple hand-shaped bruises dotted his arms and legs, and long thin ones criss-crossed the ridges of his stomach. I settled in the seat furthest away from him and buckled my seatbelt.

Carter grabbed Ballarina the moment I stepped inside, throwing her violently to the ground. His security team swarmed her, gathering her shaking frame from the ground and carrying her to a blacked-out SUV. She twisted her head in my direction right before she disappeared inside, a wild frightened look took over her face, and then — she was gone. Carter shut the door behind him, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he stepped inside.

“Champagne?” The question sprung from his lips as he tucked the gun in his jacket pocket, hiding it from view.

I frowned at him, seething inside.

“I don’t want anything from you.”

He smirked, as he leaned forward to let his head rest on the palm of his left hand. Tipping his head to the side, a full smile overtook the smirk, ice climbed my spine. I blinked at him, barely breathing.

“Who’s that?”

Carter raised his eyebrow, “you don’t recognize him?”

Groaning, I fell back against the seat.

“I wasn’t aware I should be able to see through black canvas.”

“Well, you could say you were roommates… you spent many an hour watching one another be defiled in the best of ways. He certainly enjoyed the lot of it.” Carter’s hand came up, and he grasped the end of the bag to tear it off the man’s head. “Do we need to reintroduce you?”

“W-What?” I grasped the arms of the chair, sinking my nails into the supple white leather in angst. What was he doing here? And why was he so beaten? “What is he doing here? What does he have to do with this?”

“This pretty boy has been helping from the beginning.”

He groaned, flexing his muscles as his hips shifted. Panting harshly, his arms yanked against the handcuffs shackling him to the wall. Our eyes met a moment later, his gaze was cloudy and unsteady. Pity tugged at my heartstrings.

“Did you drug him?”

Carter smiled again, flashing those brilliant teeth of his, and let his right hand drift across the man’s leg. He jumped, clutching his legs closed as Carter’s hand climbed his thigh and disappeared between them. Immediately, Carter’s second hand joined the fight, forcibly opening his thighs until I could see the erection pulsing between them.

“With pleasure?” He chuckled darkly. “That’s all he begs for day and night.” His tongue gently swiped across the shell of his ear. “And cock. He’s taken quite the liking to it.”

Whimpering, the man tugged at the restraint again, drooling over the gag harshly forced between his teeth.

“You’re a monster.”

A lazy smile stretched across his face, “monster is a relative term, Dev.”

“Not in your case, you horrible bastard.” My lip curled in annoyance as I eyed him steadily. “It applies squarely to you in the worst of ways.”