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“No, I’m so far left of all right I’m thinking a nervous breakdown would be fun. However, I have to get Connor sorted out. Hurry.” Peter put the phone down and turned to stare at the ashen features of his friend.
“Trouble?” Connor trembled lightly.
“Yes. I need you to follow my every request, Connor. Now is not the time to fall apart on me, okay?”
Connor nodded and looked at the clothes on the bed, keenly aware of being naked under the robe.
“They for me?”
“Yes, get dressed and eat.”
“We’re compromised and you want me to eat supper?” Connor pulled on the track pants and shirt over his suddenly cold skin, slipped his feet into the runners, and headed towards the table.
“Yes. Your reaction to this puzzles me, Connor, although to a larger degree I do understand it. I’m just not used to seeing you so frightened. Care to share?”
“Bad relationship years ago, same trademarks as Denisoff.”
“Fuck, I didn’t know you were gay.”
“I don’t flaunt it; besides, I didn’t know either until I saw you playing tonsil hockey with another guy tonight.” Connor bit into the sandwich and sipped the coffee.
“Yeah, well...” Peter colored slightly as he poured a second cup of coffee for himself.
“What’s the situation?” Connor found the room swaying slightly and it became hard to focus.
“Ray and Jarrod rescued the kid they took from the bar, enough evidence to break them all. Denisoff knows this; and, instead of going on the run, has developed an unhealthy fascination with you and is coming to claim his prize,” Peter said wearily and watched as Connor shuddered. For all his effort to appear calm, he was still clearly terrified and the drugs were taking effect.
“Lovely,” Connor mumbled as he gripped the coffee mug firmly. “We’ve got backup coming though, haven’t we?”
“Yes, we do. Jarrod has a full FBI team on the way and we’ve also got Ray calling in backup. Macey has secured the building, but his boys here are more used to dealing with pushy pimps and boyfriends.”
“Ah, so not quite good enough?” Connor nodded. “It would fit the profile for Denisoff to come looking; he’d believe his only way out is via his cult, so making a final sacrifice makes sense.”
“So I’m assuming; however, Connor, truth is that you’re not going to be much help if they get here before Jarrod does, which seems likely. There are only three of them, but I need to keep you safe because you won’t deal well with what they want.”
“You seem sure?” Connor smiled over his coffee.
“I am sure. This is scaring you half to death; you’re on the verge of running out of here, and I can’t let you out on your own until these bastards are out of the way.”
“Do you honestly think I’d leave you alone with them?”
“Connor, you may not have a choice.” Peter patted him lightly on the shoulder.
“I always have a choice,” Connor shot back.
“Not this time. If I say run, you better run as fast and as hard as you can.”
“I won’t sacrifice you to them, Peter.” Connor wiped furiously at the tear that slid down his face.
“Aw, hell, Connor.” Peter wrapped his arms around the trembling man again. “I don’t want you to either, but I’ve got to protect you from them.”
“Who’s going to protect you?” Connor sniffed once and pushed back from the embrace.
“I can look after myself.” Peter smiled. “Besides, I love you.”
“Ah, so that’s your dirty little secret?” Connor smiled as well.
“Seems like it. I wasn’t meaning to ever tell you,” Peter admitted as he heard a sound outside and went to investigate.
“Glad you did,” Connor mumbled and found it increasingly difficult to focus on the table let alone anything else.
“Fuck!” Peter swore as he backed away from the door. “By the bed, panic switch! Connor! Flick it and open the tracer on your watch! Now, hurry!”
Both tasks were completed with difficulty as the door gave in under the shuddering weight of booted feet. Two men took point in the room as the door splintered and gave up the unequal fight, groaning all the way. Denisoff leaned on the shattered remains of the frame and took off his gloves slowly.
“So, my little whore was a plant,” he drawled as he sauntered into the room. The bodies of his henchmen stood blocking the doorway. Connor stood like a rabbit caught in headlights as Peter stood in front of him and blocked him from their view.
“Hello, Nathan.” Peter crouched, ready to fight.
“I’m sorry, do we know each other?” Denisoff stayed his step and frowned.
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