Chapter 6

Rob had called Eli a switch once. Eli just knew he liked to fuck and be fucked, and when he did the fucking, it was all about control. And he knew, with just as much certainty, Rob seriously got off on that.

How was that guy going to turn abusive? When it was Eli handcuffing him to the bedframe and beating him with a belt when he got out of line?

“Can we just accept,” Eli said quietly, “that I’m not stupid?”

Jenny’s face tightened; her hand dropped to her swollen stomach, pushing insistently at the confines of her dress.

“You don’t have to be stupid,” she said quietly.

Eli winced, held up a T-shirt with a rude slogan, and tried to change the subject. “How about this for Uncle Harry?”

* * * *

“You can’t!”

“But it’s perfect!”

“Oh my God, Dad’ll murder you!”

“But Rob’ll love it!”

“And he’ll wear it round the house and Dad’ll kill the both of you and bury you under the patio!”