Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Zayne becomes aware just as quickly how things have shifted in Scott's mind. He no longer cares about procuring the weapons. The man has something to prove, and I'll burn this mission before I stand back and watch as he assaults these men with that fucking thing.
I take a step closer to him, causing Zayne to move as well, putting himself between Scott and me. With a gentle shake of his head, he issues me a warning, but the man has to know that there are certain things I won't fucking stand for. It makes me question just how focused he is on the final goal of our mission to sit back and watch what we both clearly know is going to take place.
"Get the guns," Zayne tells me before turning his attention to Scott.
"Wanna have a little fun?" the man asks, his voice sinister as he walks forward with the broom in his hand.
One man on the bed begins to sob, but I don't look in his direction.
"We don't have time for that shit," Zayne growls.
"You got a problem with it?" Scott snarls as he steps up, chest nearly rubbing against Zayne's in a challenge.
"These two disgusting men getting exactly what they deserve?" Zayne asks in a tone that, if he hadn't had my cock in his hand earlier in the day, I'd believe he was just as sickened as Scott at what we've found in this cabin. "No, but we passed another cabin on the way up here. Think about it. Would our guy back home be more proud that we scored double in one night or that we taught these two a lesson?"
Scott pulls his eyes from Zayne, looking over my partner's shoulder at the two men. I can see the struggle in his eyes, and then his demeanor shifts just a fraction. A hint of relief clouds his eyes as he takes half a step back, his grip on the broom loosening.
I'm not a fucking mental health professional, but I've experienced enough in wartime to understand the man was going to do what he thought was expected of him in this situation, even if it was something he didn't want to do.
It's not enough to make me believe we may have an ally on our side, but it's enough of an opening to prevent some very awful shit from happening here tonight.
"Let's get what we came for and hit that other cabin. Besides," Zayne says, taking a step back to ease the tension between the two of them. "You got other shit to do, right?"
Scott's throat works on a swallow, and it seems like a millennium passes before he dips his head in agreement.
I know better than to feel completely relieved, but my pulse slows as we gather the loot we came to get. Zayne works on tying the men up, never dropping the repulsed look from his face. The men give him complete compliance, knowing what they could be facing if they fight or argue with him.
I can tell by how loose the restraints are that he's well aware they can be pulled off with minimal effort once we're gone. I also know that, given what they've been up to here, there's very little chance these men will even call the cops to report the burglary, knowing that if they report us and we're caught, their actions could be called to light. That's how victims who don't report crimes against them are made.
I push back the nearly debilitating sadness, knowing there was a time in my life that I might've acted the same way. My biggest fear growing up was my parents discovering what I was doing, and I would've put up with God only knows what to keep from being discovered.
Scott turns back to the men, a rifle case slung over his shoulder, right before exiting the cabin.
"Don’t let me catch the two of you on my mountain again," he warns before walking outside.
I gather the rest of their gear, not bothering to look back because these two men aren't a threat to me. The real threat is headed to the car, and I'd be a fool to take my eyes off of him before we're clear of this place.
The second cabin is thankfully empty of people, but we make a decent enough score on their gear that I let myself believe Scott has given up on the idea of verifying he's a real man by assaulting a couple of gay guys to prove it.
"Bobby is going to be really happy with this," Scott says, an excited giddiness in his tone as he drops the stolen gear into the trunk before pulling his phone from his pocket. "But we still have time to go back and take care of those other guys."
"I have no doubt they've already made contact with the police," Zayne mutters. "Plus, I'm fucking exhausted."