Music started blowing right into Red Jack’s ear and immediately got louder, muting all sounds from outside. She must have switched on the radio.
“What the fuck, you psycho bitch?” he moaned and tried to straighten up, but she smashed his head back down. If it were someone else, he’d fight them, but he couldn’t just smack a cop. Him acting out was exactly what she’d want, so she could officially arrest him.
“Tell me where she is,” growled Paxton, pressing him harder against the desk. She had more strength in her than he'd given her credit for. “What did you do to her?”
“I don’t know! We fucked, it was fun, but that’s that! You hit me one more time, and I’m gonna sue your whole fucking department!” Red Jack hated being cuffed. It reminded him of juvie and the one time the guys had tried to hold him down against the floor.
“Oh, yeah?” growled Paxton, and her nails dug into the flesh of his nape. “You two fuck, and then suddenly she leaves a good-bye note and disappears? You fucking liar!”
“Many girls might say otherwise, but my dick is not a magic wand, you cunt. Let go of me!”
The last word stilled on his lips when his balls radiated with a pain so sharp it pushed tears out of his eyes. She had fucking hit them right from behind.
“Oh, yeah? It isn’t helping you now, is it? I always found it funny how men keep telling one another to grow some balls when it’s their weakest spot.”
Red Jack panted against the desk and rolled his forehead over the wood in an attempt not to moan out his pain. She had no fucking right to do this. “You’re gonna regret this in court,” he choked out in the end.
“You telling everyone in court that a woman beat you up? I would do a lot to see you being a sissy like that,” she said, and then Red Jack’s knee gave out under him as she kicked the back of it. He fell to his knees, knocking his chin on the table.
He gritted his teeth, already knowing he wouldn’t sue her, yet the decision left a metallic aftertaste in his mouth. Blood trickled from his nose and down his beard, and for once, he decided to shut up.
Worst. Birthday. Ever.
Chapter 8
The night was mild, warm, and windless, even at the beach by Jack’s house, so Loki took his time to create the perfect midnight picnic. He did some shopping on his way from the club, set on making a good impression on Jack when he finally came back. Loki would wait for as long as it would take. He got beers, canned sweet tea, some snacks, even tea lights to make the scene more romantic.
The sky was already going bright over the ocean when Loki heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching. He quickly lit up the tea lights and made sure everything looked great. He could barely catch his breath when he heard loud noises in the house. He needed to have Jack so bad in hurt. Loki was sure that if he only started living here, if Jack accepted him, it would only be a matter of time till he gave in to all the pleasures gay sex had to offer. Thinking that he might be the first one to fuck Jack’s undoubtedly tight ass had Loki’s body pulsing with heat, but right now he wanted Jack on top, shielding him from the cold night.
Loki looked up when something creaked close by and saw Jack watching him from the open patio door. He smiled from deep within and waved, inviting Jack over. His chest swelled with the heat of joy that spread through his body when he had heard the motorcycle arrive. Even the way Jack moved approaching him had Loki’s body tingling with excitement. Jack had such a masculine figure, narrow in the hips, wide in the shoulders, and he walked with a swagger.
But something was off, and Loki knew as much the moment Jack grabbed his hair. “What the fuck did you think you were doing at the club?” Jack asked in a cold voice and pulled Loki along the beach on his knees, ignoring the dinner and tea lights. A big purplish spot was spreading over his right cheekbone, like proof of Jack’s violent nature. Something was off about him, and the dry blood on his beard had to be a part of it.
“Jack? You wanted me to cook, but I didn’t want to break in again,” uttered Loki, holding on to Jack’s arm. A cloud of sand flew into his face from underneath the sole of Jack’s boot, and he coughed, luckily having closed his eyes quickly enough.
“How dare you try and humiliate me in front of my family?” Jack pulled so hard it hurt, but he wouldn’t let Loki get up from the cold, rough sand when he tried. “You are not my boyfriend, nor my cousin. You don’t know me. You are a complete stranger!” Before Loki knew it, a small wave hit his knees.
The dark water was trembling underneath him as he twisted back his head, looking up at Jack in the faint light of the approaching dawn. “Don’t say that. That’s why I’m here. Let’s go to the picnic and talk.”