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ingredients.
Liam had volunteered to do the shopping. It wasn t a big deal. He
did it all the time anyway. Jack left cash for Liam to use, but Liam
had refused the money. He told Jack that if he was going to do all the
cooking, the least Liam could do was buy the stuff Jack needed. It got
Liam out of cooking, so he would gladly buy anything Jack needed.
Liam was humming happily, checking the produce aisle for ripe
tomatoes when he was bumped into the stand. Whirling around, Liam
wanted to see who had shoved him and came up short. Richard was
standing there with his cart, smiling smugly at Liam.
Long time no see, fairy boy. Richard laughed at his own joke.
Liam rolled his eyes as he tried to walk away, but Richard s cart
was blocking him in. Liam had a bad feeling creeping up his spine.
He knew he needed to get out of there.
Where s your friend Bishop now? I see he left you to fend for
yourself. It sucks for you, or should I say, you aren t sucking him
now. Richard cackled, actually fucking cackled.
The hairs on Liam s neck stood on end as he glanced into
Richard s cruel eyes. This wasn t good at all. Feeling panic coming
on, Liam slid his hand into his back pocket, sliding his fingers over
the keypad of his phone until he found the send button. He hit it,
redialing the last number called then slid it out of his pocket, lowering
it to his side.
Why are you harassing me, Richard? I don t work with you
anymore. I don t even frequent the same places as you. Just continue
shopping, and I ll be out of the supermarket before you know it.
Liam hoped like hell the listener could hear the clues he was dropping
without being too obvious to Richard.
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Harassing? Buddy, you haven t seen harassing yet. I thought you
would have learned your gay lesson last year when me and Chuck
beat the shit out of you. What guy are you trying to convert now?
Richard leaned in closer, his lip pulled back into a snarl. People like
you are going to burn in hell, and I m going to be the one to send you
there.
Filled with horror and fear, Liam abandoned his cart and headed
for the exit.
He made it through the sliding glass doors and to the parking lot
when he felt himself being shoved against his car and his arms being
pulled up behind him. Liam fought the hold as the pain shot up his
arms, making him cry out. His car was toward the back of the parking
lot, blocking their view from customers. Liam knew he had to get
away from Richard.
Chuck and Richard had damn near put him in the hospital last
year. Liam never told Bishop that his ribs felt broken at the time.
Thankfully Liam had gone to his doctor and found out that they were
just bruised. He had a hell of a time working in that warehouse. Every
breath or lift of his arms had been excruciatingly painful.
And now this sick bastard was back for more.
You like guys crowding in behind you, don t you, fairy?
Richard sneered in his ear, his hot breath making the bile in the back
of Liam s throat rise. His skin crawled as Richard pressed his weight
into Liam, making his arm hurt even worse. Liam felt the need to run
home and scrub his body with a scouring pad which was an odd
thing to think of at the moment. Liam cried out when the pressure on
his arm intensified.
Richard was going to break his arms. Liam could feel it. The man
was out to hurt him in any way he could.
Liam heard a snarl and then the weight was gone. He spun around,
afraid Richard was going to really hurt him this time when his eyes
widened. Jack had Richard thrown over the hood of his car. You
want to fucking bully someone? Then take me on, you piece of shit!
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Jack threatened.
Liam cradled both arms, feeling the pain radiating through them
as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. He saw pure rage in
Jack s grey eyes, and it was scary as hell. Jack leaned close to
Richard, who was turning a deep red as his face was smashed into the
hood of Jack s car.
If you come near Liam again, I ll plant a few kilos in your house
and call the NARC unit. Do we have an understanding?
Liam stood there with his mouth hanging open at Jack s threat. He
wasn t sure if Jack was serious or not, but it sure made Liam not want
to piss the man off.
Jack s partner was looking around the parking lot, probably
making sure there weren t any witnesses around. Liam swallowed
hard, holding his arms close to his chest. Jack lifted Richard from the
hood and sat him in the back of Jack s car.
When Jack looked Liam s way, he could see the anger shooting
through Jack s eyes. The man was pissed off. Big-time.
I need you to call this in, Jack said to his partner as he walked
over to Liam. Are you hurt?
Liam shook his head and then nodded. My arms.
Jack s nostrils flared as he grabbed his cell and called for the
paramedics. Once he hung up, Jack turned back to Liam. That was a
very smart thing for you to do, Jack said. But you scared the shit
out of me when you didn t answer me. And then I hear that piece of
shit threatening you. If I ever hear you scream in pain like that again
I m going to have a heart attack.
Liam nodded numbly. Did you mean what you said?
What s that, hon?
About setting Richard up?
Jack sighed as he shook his head. No. I would never do
something like that. But people like Richard don t scare easily. I
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