Chapter 45

However, before Viejo thrust himself into me, Halliwell screeched, “No, no, no! What do you think you’re doing, you idiot?”

Viejo looked at the man as if he’d lost his mind. “I’m going to fuck him, just as you did. What did you think I was going to do with Knight’s whelp?”

“Not with that penis, you’re not.”

“Then with whose penis?” He stared down at himself. “Ah. You care that I give him a disease?”

“Of course not. But I’ll want him more than this one time, and I have no intention of being infected just because you don’t wash yourself. Remember, I’m paying you, and if you don’t agree to my orders, you won’t get a single Krugerrand.”

I was surprised when Viejo growled his acceptance, pulled on his trousers, and took a step toward the cabin door.

“Just one moment.”

“What?” Viejo snapped.

“How long will it take us to get to—where did you say your friend was?” Halliwell cleaned himself off and began to dress again.