Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(41)

When he got to the right spot, he had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t losing the plot, but Jack’s car was hard to miss with its amazing paintwork.

A text message came. ‘I’m kinda busy with Lisa. Take a cab home.’

Loki stared at the screen, feeling like his body might just start sagging like a deflated tire. Just like that, his eyes welled up like a little kid’s, and he hated it. He hated it so much but couldn’t stop the tears from overflowing. All this time, he had thought he and Jack had an understanding. That Jack had stopped that woman to help Loki get to Peter Apple, but it turned out that was just the byproduct of Jack wanting to taste some pussy. He didn’t care at all what Loki thought about it.

The bastard.

Loki sniffed, wiped his eyes and called over a car. He’d make that bastard pay. How dare he just leave him there on their big night out? They were supposed to take speed together... Jack said so himself! Loki could bet it would have ended with sex. Jack would be all relaxed and ready to take a cock. How long was Loki supposed to wait anyway? He only had so much time left.

The way home dragged and felt like forever, but Loki still gave the driver a big tip with Jack’s money. The moon cast a blue light on the walls, and even as Loki stepped on the stairs leading to the door, he could hear the pulsing music from the other side of the house. It didn’t feel real anymore. It was as if there were invisible walls around Loki, a bubble that somehow kept him isolated from what was happening behind the door. Breathless, he put the key into the lock and let himself in, bursting the bubble the moment he saw a bottle of mixed cocktail on the counter. Neither he nor Jack ever drank this stuff, and as Loki’s gaze trailed down the corridor, to the bright line underneath the door of Jack’s bedroom, the furious beating in Loki’s head muted even the music coming from behind the door.

The floor was crumbling beneath his feet, and he could do nothing to stop whatever was happening there. He had to wait and endure. Now that Jack had a woman over, Loki was out of his mind, replaced by some tits and pussy. The moment a pretty woman’s company was on the table, all the promises Jack had made to Loki must had evaporated out of his mind.

Loki sobbed into his hand and pressed his face against the cool wall, trying to breathe slowly. The illusion he’d made himself believe burst, and now every tiny shard bit into Loki’s flesh. Jack didn’t care about him. He never would. What a fucking liar.

Loki restlessly paced around the living room, and each strong beat of music from the room nearby made him think of Red Jack’s cock ramming between someone else’s legs. What did that make Loki? A third wheel at best. His chest burst with anger while his eyes kept overflowing, yet another addition to the chaos in Loki’s mind.

His eyes kept gliding over Jack’s glass cabinet full of model bikes. The collection was a testimony to Jack’s cold heart. He cared more about those stupid things than about Loki. A tremble of rage went through Loki’s body when he thought about the tenderness with which Jack slouched over the table, painting the tiny registration plates. What a ridiculous, heartless man.

Loki got a gun from Jack’s safe, along with some wads of cash stashed there, as for a moment he wanted to just leave. Get himself a place to stay in the Caribbean and die in the sun. But then he’d die away from Jack, and that wasn’t what he wanted, and so he hid the stolen supplies in the cupboard and curled up on the sofa. He just needed to make him understand the message loud and clear.

Loki didn’t even know how much time had passed before some light crawled out of Jack’s bedroom. The music was still going strong, screwing itself into Loki’s brain and digging out the last shards of joy that remained from the first part of this night. A ray of white moved over the wall, and Loki recognized it was a car that parked in the driveway. Lisa must have gotten herself a cab. Good choice. She would not want to be here when shit got ugly. Jack probably wouldn’t bother seeing her to the door, which at least brought a bitter smile to Loki’s face. He bet Jack wouldn’t get her an ice packet if her head hurt either. She was just a random woman, whose name Jack would most likely forget by the morning. The thing between Jack and Loki on the other hand was fragile, yes, but the connection was there, growing with each day. The music stopped mid-song.

Lisa quietly shut the door behind her, but Loki waited, staring at the lights outside until they disappeared from sight. He and Jack were alone at last. Jack’s bare feet slapped against the wooden panels, breaking the silence that was slowly filling up Loki’s chest. Jack walked all the way to the fridge and illuminated the kitchen when he opened it. The unmistakable jingle of beer bottles made Loki tremble with anger.