4 Honey, I’m Home

Adam had shakingly survived a traumatic run-in with a terrifying organization known as the Camdona Gang. They had drugged and dragged him to a gang meeting where he was given an ultimatum: do what was asked or suffer a miserable death. And he wouldn't be the only one to pay the price.

 Fortunately he was able to live another day. Unfortunately, he was being driven by an old sex-partner he never wanted to see again and had hoped was in jail already. This former sex-partner, Deacon, had been his cohort in the Adrian Master's and T-Strike defamation incidents. Unlike himself, Deacon was facing some serious jail time, so it looked like he had returned to the gang for a means of protection. Either way, he was a lackey to that organization now. One who had been ordered to drive him home.

 The moving scenery of streetlights and neon advertisements, glowing at the heart of night, was a watery blur to Adam. His grumbles were nothing more than weak whimpers the entire time Deacon drove and parked his car in his assigned spot before his apartment block. He felt paralyzed and in a pathetic condition. And the last thing he wanted was to be manhandled by this man.

"I'll walk you in," Deacon said as he licked his thick lips. His small green eyes held a lustful expression.

Adam growled and pushed the muscly man away as he wobbled out of the passenger side. "Touch me and I'll stab you."

By the serious tone to his voice, Deacon could tell the man wasn't giving an empty threat. But he wouldn't lust after Adam if he didn't have that side to him. His large hands grabbed the man's arm and held it tight.

Adam's senses were further hampered by the stench of the man's musk cologne. He groaned when he glimpsed the wicked grin on the man's smug, chiseled features. Deacon was a few years older and carried himself with the image of a mid-tier corporate grunt worker. The types that wore their business shirts tucked into pressed slacks, where the shirts the sleeves were rolled up, and the collar spread wide to show chest hair. The man's hair was always slicked back with strong smelling hair wax.

"And if you fall, I'll have to carry you like a princess." Deacon teased the man.

Adam groaned. "So lame."

He swore beneath his breath when his body wobbled toward the ground: still unable to feel control in his legs. It was clear he had been drugged to cause sluggish mobility when he had been kidnapped.

"Five minutes, my ass." He cursed in his mind at recalling that the effects should have waned by now.

He managed to grab the door and steady himself, but he felt so weak that he had to use his car as a prop to walk. Deacon watched with keen interest at how much Adam would suffer before asking for aid.

No matter how weak Adam was feeling, there was no way he would accept Deacon's assistance. He had to cut the man off for good: their sex relationship had become toxic, mingled with family business complications.

"Look at you." Deacon sighed, unable to resist the moment of being Adam's knight in shining armor.

He stepped around Adam to wrap his arms around him.

"Get off me!" Adam spat out and squirmed with every effort to break free from the hold.

Deacon wasn't relenting that their struggles looked like they were in a scuffle.

"He said get off," Joel coolly said as he grabbed Deacon's shoulder to pull him off.

Deacon staggered back to see the annoying intruder. Who the hell was trying to be a hero at this time of night? His forehead was scrunched in a deep furrow upon seeing Joel standing smugly next to Adam.

"Just my bad luck." Adam groaned miserably at seeing the two men eying each other in a fearsome standoff.

"You are?" Deacon glared at the cockiness he was getting from Joel.

Joel guessed who the man was based on his earlier data-profiling of Adam's associates: enough to know a button to push.

He sighed and turned his attention to Adam, who had been doing his best to escape from them before they had noticed. If only Adam had the chance to race into his apartment block and lock them out, but he was too weak to get very far.

"What have you done to him?" Joel glared at Deacon as he caught Adam before he fell to the ground.

Adam gulped at the murderous gaze he had glimpsed from Joel beneath the streetlight.

"Are you his hero?" Deacon stomped up to them to grab Adam's arm and yank him out of Joel's hold.

The men resumed their glaring match.

"Shit. Let me go, morons!" Adam snapped at the both of them, growling and snapping like a puppy in Joel's arms. But his energy and strength was swiftly depleted and ended up as a limp body in Joel's hold.

"Willful boy. Shouldn't you say, 'Honey, I'm home'." Joel teased him as he gathered Adam in his arms to carry him like a princess.

Deacon raced for Joel to take Adam out of his arms.

"Deacon Jansen. Shouldn't you be reporting to your legal department early in the morning? Or should I call them to inform them of your delay. But I'm sure that would cause more problems for your case, don't you think?" Joel threw over his shoulder as he turned to carry Adam into the apartment entrance.

Deacon froze. He gritted his teeth and hands curled into fists. "Oh, you're that kind of guy."

"Glad you know." Joel smugly replied and continued to carry Adam inside, confident the other man wasn't going to follow them.

As Joel had anticipated. Deacon stood rooted to the spot; feeling his anger boiling within him. But he couldn't miss his chance to get away from the whole MyCommIT fiasco with a buried slate. If a legal case was to be opened on him, it wouldn't take much to dig up his involvement with the Camdona Gang. That would be troublesome.

"Fine. You win this round." He hissed at the empty space where Joel had once stood: turned and walked out of the complex.