Chapter 10 : A Date with Cinderella

Kenny’s POV

“Are you even paying attention, O’Rourke?”

I was—honest, hand to Goddess—but I was also still repeating the accounts of last night in my head like a skipped record. My mind kept looping back to the barrel of the gun before it slipped past my lips, and Gordon’s Cheshire cat grin promising me a world of sadistic madness at his hands.

And then I had to sneak back in—hours later—to heal the horrible fuck while his son ate my ass to keep the awful rut away. By the time I came home, it was another round of minutes with the sandman, before Jaybird screeched at me and I rose, a total cadaver with all the fixings, to do another six hours of school.

All because Gordon’s son wouldn’t leave my ass alone, and I was too chicken shit to take the bus out of the city and go find an anonymous John to spend my ruts with.