Four weeks later Kyle was just about to open Donald's door with the pizza when he heard voices. He looked through the peephole in the door.
There were two strange guys in the room. Each as big as Donald — but a whole lot younger. The white guy was standing behind Donald holding his arms. The black guy was beating the shit out him.
"What did the mother tell you?"
"Fuck you!" Donald spat through a swollen and bloody mouth. He got a slap that snapped his head back for his sass.
That must of hurt, Kyle winced.
"Come on grandpa. I swear to God, I'll kill you. Where the girl?"
"Pizza man!" Kyle said, striding through the door the pizza balanced on one palm.
"What?!" The black guy spun around.
"Double anchovy?" Kyle smiled, opening the lid.
"Beat it kid!'
"But?" Kyle squinted at something in his hand then held it out for the guy to see – all while walking closer to him.
"I didn't— "was all the black guy got out before the zap hit him. He fell to the floor shuttering and unconscious.
"Why you— "stammered the other guy.
Kyle shoved steaming pizza in his face.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he screamed, blinded. Kyle took and quick step forwards and placed kicked the thug in the balls.
He was out before he hit the canvas.
"Donald? This is definitely not a good place for a pretty thing like me. Don't you think it's a good idea if we moved somewhere else."
"Damn," Donald grinned. "And I just paid this month's rent."
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Mystery / ThrillerYou know what? Life is queer. After Kyle's girlfriend kicked him out, he's working the streets of West Los Angeles as a Gay-for-Pay. Kyle's got by. Barely. One day Kyle wakes up from his park bench to hear Private Dick Don Flynn say, "How'd you lik...
