ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE

Episode 70

" My uncle is a fucking piece of worthless boring fat shit ," Dave exclaimed as he rushed back into the studio apartment , rage consuming his eyes. He slammed the door and blinked his eyes a couple times as he stared at the bed.

What a fucking lousy day ! First he had gotten half way to the Metro station when he got a call from the lady with the horse laugh at the board of education. She had been oh so polite as she told him that his substitute gig was over at the school of ignorant rich children. Over because his damn uncle had called and said his services were no longer needed or wanted because he himself was going to teach the class. That was ridiculous ! Sure, Gerald's minor in college had been art history. Sure , he dabbled a little with watercolors in his younger days. But there was no reason for his teaching the art classes and screwing him. The fat obnoxious boring pompous old bastard was just jealous. Because he had been that close to fucking his freak man. One night with him and Alfred would have forgotten all about old Gerald. Of course she had offered him a gig starting next week as a sub at the local public middle school, teaching art or music or Spanish or whatever. Covering for some teacher that just had to have surgery and would be off a few months. It wasn't like he wouldn't be employed. But it was the principle !

Things had changed for the better though when he had came across a rather abrasive woman who said she was editor of The Aura , his new favorite magazine because crystals were pretty and they showed a lot of crystal pictures. She had been whining about needing a new personal assistant so of course he offered his services ( embellishing his resume of course; who REALLY had to know he had NOT been personal assistant to THE Rebel ) , sweet talked her and walked away with a full-time job starting next Monday.

But when he had seen that bed , that fucking empty bed , his day quickly returned to lousy. Lousy with a capital L.

Where the hell was Joe Jacobs?

He found out as the man grabbed him from behind and sneered into his ear," Where is my phone? So I can call the police and a Uber to get out of this miserable hovel. You're lucky I don't break your neck. Although if you ever come near Winston I will kill you. That's not a threat. It's a promise. "

Dave struggled to break free but Joe held on too tightly. " How did you get free? How! "

Joe laughed. " I once made the acquaintance of a tasty looking man with a tight ass and a strange ability to pick locks. He taught me a few things. Like how to use the bobby pin, why do you have bobby pins, on the nightstand to pick the lock of those damn cuffs that fucking hurt. You're a stupid man. And unemployed. I'm firing you from Club J. Okay? And the blackmail money? It's over. You probably didn't see shit anyway. "

" But I did ! I did ! I was walking on the street and I saw the kid being chased by some scruffy old man into the street. I saw you hit her. I saw you get out the car and then later back in the car and drive away. Hit and run. They take that serious here. In fact I took pictures. "

Joe's heart almost stopped. " Pictures? That's not true. You never said anything about....."

" It is! I took pictures with my cell phone. I printed them out. I put them in a safety deposit box. I have evidence against you. You call the cops I might go down. But so will you."

Joe's grip tightened on the still struggling to get away man. Kill him , his mind retorted. Kill the bastard. He had kidnapped him. He.... He threatened to harm Winston. He made him cheat on Winston. Just break his neck right now. Who would know?

Then he saw his husband in his head. Winston looked so disapproving. Winston wasn't perfect. He had dirt in his past but he would never approve of murder. The man had been a prosecutor for God's sake. No. He couldn't. As much as he wanted to.

" Give me my damn phone. Now. Then I will get a Uber and leave. Do not try to stop me. Everything I said was true. The job, the money, it's over, you piece of shit. And ,  if you ever go near Winston, if you ever even dream of harming him I will put you out of your misery. Stay away from us. Understood? "

Then he tossed him across the room where he landed on the floor untidily.

Dave looked at him with near hatred. " Good luck explaining where you have been to your little mute man , lover. And why you smell like sex. "