Chapter 7

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Sean couldn’t erase the picture of Jonah in that man, Ryan’s, clutches. Yeah, he could see that Jonah had seemed to be grabbed or captured or whatever, despite the relieved—almost longing—tone in his calling for Ryan just now. Sean shuddered to recall the way Jonah’s sagging body was literally imprisoned by Ryan’s strong arm around his waist, while a hand closed in on Jonah’s throat.

“Let him go.”

“No. Sean, right? Not before you give me whatever you gave him and tell me what it is.”

Sean staggered beside his car. This could not be what he thought it was. Ryan couldn’t be something like that…

“I—” he croaked. “I don’t have it with me now.” It wasn’t true, but…

“I don’t believe you,” replied Ryan calmly. “I can beat you up so you’ll give it to me but I’d rather see you squirm at your boyfriend’s pain.”

To Sean’s alarm, he noticed how Ryan squeezed Jonah’s throat. A low, suffocated sound emitted from Jonah’s mouth. Sean shook his head slowly.