Chapter 4

But the stranger didn’t stop. He guided Emmett down the crowded street toward a large tent pitched at the far end. Two Asian thugs guarded the tent’s flap, but as the stranger approached, they bowed low and pulled the material aside like an invitation. Emmett tried again to free himself to no avail. Things weren’t right here—he’d been with Jack long enough to trust his instincts in a situation like this, and every fiber of his being screamed just one word. Run!

Inside the tent, opulent furnishings contrasted with the ragtag crowd outside. Oriental rugs covered the hard ground; strange and beautiful plants blossomed despite the winter chill. The air was thick with fragrant incense that made Emmett choke, and it was warm inside the tent, too damn warm. His coat hung heavy against his back; his pants felt too tight. Every step he took constricted the fabric at his crotch, until his cock throbbed and his balls ached. Where was Jack? And who held his hand?