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  L iam and I had the guy stabilized by the time the ambulance got there 10 minutes later. Unfortunately, we weren't able to clear the scene because the police were right behind them. The police put us in cuffs and had us at their station within 20 minutes.

  “So what's a coffee shop owner with no apparent military background doing in the middle of the woods decked out like Special Forces with a dead Russian national and an injured civilian,” the burly cop asked me.

  “I told you, my boyfriend and I were hunting and we heard the gunshots and tires screeching down the road.”

  “So your boyfriend,” he said with disgust. “And you were just hunting in the middle of the night using night vision goggles and military-grade semi-automatic rifles?”

  “Yep.”

  “Damn it. Do you really think I'm that stupid? I ran your name. You’re as clean as a whistle. A little to clean if you ask me. You know what I think?”

  “No, but I bet you're going to tell me. Did you call my dad?”

  He ignored my question and continued, “I think...” he started as the door to the room slammed open.

  A tall Mexican guy in an expensive-looking suit walked in with a briefcase. “This interview is over, uncuff him and let him go,” he said to the officer.

  The cop looked shell shocked he squeezed his beady eyes if looks could kill the lawyer (at least I assumed) would be dead. “Who the hell are you?” he puffed trying to get in the man’s face.

  Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome lifted his free hand and pushed the officer away. “You can call me Mr. Smith,” he said with a smirk. Mr. Smith dropped his briefcase to the table and opened it. “Here, I think you'll find this sufficient to release Mr. Murphy and Mr. O'Neal into my custody.”

  The officer took the paperwork that was handed to him. His frown got bigger and bigger as he read through the paperwork. He finally tossed it onto the table and huffed as he took his handcuff keys out. “I don't know who the hell you are Mr. Murphy but I ever see you in my town again...”

  “Is that a threat?” Mr. Smith said interrupting the officer.

  “No of course not,” he said as he finished uncuffing me.

  “It's been a pleasure,” I said with a smirk. Mr. Smith and I walked out of the door where Liam was waiting for us.

  He pulled me into his arms, “you okay?”

  “Perfect,” I answered and kissed him. We turned and walked hand in hand behind Mr. (probably not) Smith.

  We stopped at the evidence collection and they gave us back all of our equipment then Mr. Smith led us to his car. We only spoke enough to direct him back to where we left the car we were using.

  “So um, my boss sent you?” I asked as we pulled up to the car we were using.

  Mr. Smith smiled but didn't answer.

  “Okayyyyyy,” I said under my breath. Liam and I got out of the car and collected our equipment. As soon as we shut the trunk on Mr. Smith's car he was gone.

  “Not Navy,” Liam started shaking his head as he started dropping stuff in the trunk of our car.

  “No probably CIA,” I replied.

  ~~

  L iam and I arrived back at the safe house an hour or so later. We had called Rebecca on the way back and let her know what happened. Liam was dragging me into our bedroom when my phone rang.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Danny. What happened?” my dad asked. I switched the call to speaker after Liam closed the door to our room.

  “How'd you know something happened?” I asked since the police didn't let us call anyone when we were at the station.

  “Your boss called me when you didn't answer your phone and wanted to know why the police ran you through the system.”

  “Fuck!”

  “Yeah, he's pissed he wants you to call him, he said it's not optional. You okay son?”

  I sighed, just what we needed, “yeah, it was just a busy day. Kiss mom for me.”

  “Will do.”

  I hung up the phone and plopped on the bed. I did NOT want to call my boss he would probably tell me I had to come in since I shouldn't be working on American soil but there was no way I was leaving Liam.

  Liam must have sensed my mood. He crawled onto the bed behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. His lithe body pushing against mine in sensual torture. He nipped my ear with his teeth, “why don't we get cleaned up and then you can call your boss,” he said between the soft kisses he was placing on the back of my neck and ear.

  His hands were like vice grips and I felt the tension relax out of my muscles. I was going to melt into a puddle soon if he kept it up. So I shook my head and quickly agreed. Liam climbed off the bed, pulled me up to him. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and began undressing me.

  God this man turned me on. The undressing quickly got heated as I joined in. We were soon panting and naked. Liam switched on the shower and we climbed in as soon as it was warm enough. I groaned when our cocks brushed up against each other and so did he.

  “So,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “good,” Liam growled then dropped to his knees. I didn't have time to think before he sucked me down.

  “Fuck Liam!” I said grabbing onto his hair. I ran my fingers through his hair and gripped him hard when my cock head hit the back of his throat. We locked eyes the instant I opened mine and looked down. He smiled around my cock and continued to bob. My dick kept going deeper and deeper into his mouth and I couldn't help but to thrust in and out of his pretty little mouth.

  I could see tears in his eyes but he didn't stop, “fuck, I'm gonna come, baby,” I said trying to pull out but he grabbed my ass and forced my cock all the way down his throat. I felt his whiskers brush again my balls and let out another curse as my spine started to tingle.

  I called out Liam's name as my orgasm tore through me. Liam continued to suck on my sensitive cock head until the last of my aftershocks ended.

  My knees started to buckle so I leaned back on the shower wall to steady myself. Liam stood up and kissed me hard. “Turn around,” he grunted. “Put your hands on the wall.”

  I did as he said and felt my cock stirring to life again. An instant later I felt his slick finger run along my taint and push inside. “So tight,” he whispered as he pressed kisses along my back.

  Soon I was bucking against his finger, so he added another. The burn was slight and almost immediately turned into the pleasurable sensation I loved. “More,” I demanded.

  “So impatient,” he said and slapped my ass hard making me push against his fingers and moan loudly. He grabbed my hair in a brutalizing grip and forced a kiss. “You'll get my cock when I'm damn well ready.”

  And wouldn't you know that made my cock hard as a rock. I was ready to come again. Liam's equally hard cock pushed up against my back as he pushed his body into mine.

  After several more minutes of torture I finally felt his bare cock head probing my entrance. I pushed back against him.

  Liam slammed into me so hard that I was pushed against the wall on my tiptoes. “Fuck!” I screamed.

  He didn't wait for my ass to stretch to accommodate him but I didn't want him to. He set a quick pace hammering into me with all of his force.

  Soon my grunts turned to whimpers as the burn subsided and the pleasure took over but he still wasn't hitting my prostate. “Please,” I whispered.

  Liam gripped my hair pulling my head back at an unnatural angle and looked into my eyes, “you like that don't you?”

  “Yes!” I hissed.

  “So fucking tight baby. Have you given this to anyone else?”

  “Only you, baby, only you.”

  Liam released my neck, and wrapped his arm around my waist, “let go baby,” he whispered against my ear. “I got you.”

  So I did, I let go of everything, all the frustration that has built over the years. Everything that was happening and I just felt. My legs gave out as my orgasm washed through me and tightened my hold on Liam's cock.

  “Fuck,” he screamed. His thrusts started get
ting erratic and he continued to slam in and out of me. He came screaming my name. I could feel his hot release bathing my insides.

  With one last thrust, he pulled me back against him and we slowly sank to the shower floor. Both of us breathless. “Mine,” he whispered placing kisses along my neck.

  “Yours, only yours.”

  Once our bodies recovered we washed ourselves and headed to bed. We slipped under the covers and faced one another. I was so relaxed. I don't remember feeling this light maybe ever. But I knew it was time to finish telling Liam all my secrets.

  I kissed Liam gently and pulled his hands into mine. “My dad, my sperm donor,” I clarified, “beat me. My mom wasn't much better. While she never beat me she used physiological torture.”

  Liam squeezed my hands in his, it comforted me a little. I never talked about my biological parents ever so he knew this was something important.

  “I knew I was different when I was 5. I didn't want to dress the same as the other kids. I didn't want to play with the same toys. I didn't like my hair long but my parents wouldn't let me cut it short. I liked blue and I wasn't supposed to.

  “My mom thought it was a phase so she would sometimes indulge me but when I said why can't I be like the other boys she said I couldn't say things like that because it was wrong. I didn't understand what she meant but my father would beat me if I ever mentioned it. It was only one of many reasons he would hit me.”

  I paused and wiped a tear out of Liam's eye with a gentle smile. He reached up and brushed my cheek with his hand wiping away my own tears. I hadn't even known I was crying.

  “By the time I was 10 I learned to wear what they wanted and keep to myself. I learned to express myself at school in other ways but that made the kids pick on me at school more. I was constantly picked on and beat up. On my 12th birthday my mom made me wear a dress and I didn't want to it was frilly and pink.

  “I had enough I was so confused with everything, I screamed at her, telling her that I wasn't a girl that I was never going to wear girls clothes again. My dad beat the ever-loving shit out of me that night. He left me on the front lawn, said if I couldn't follow their rules that I was not welcome there anymore.

  “I cried myself to sleep in a ball in the tattered clothes that I was wearing. When the sprinklers came on I moved to the driveway. I thought that my dad would calm down and let me back into the house the next morning.”

  Liam's brow knotted in confusion, “they left you in the front yard before?”

  “Yeah a couple of times, but the next morning my mom would always open the door and tell me to come get ready for school. That morning, both my parents left for work and didn't even acknowledge that I was there except for a small frown from my mom before she could turn her nose up and ignore me.

  “I was hungry at that time. After they left I went to the backyard and snuck into my room. I knew at that moment that I wasn't welcome back. My room was destroyed. All my stuff was thrown around and those big black garbage bags full. I took a shower, found some of the stuff I wanted to keep, and ate some breakfast. I knew where my dad kept his stash of cash that he didn't know I knew about. I took that and what little savings that I had, maybe around 400 bucks and left.”

  Liam gathered me into his arms, and kissed my forehead. “Oh baby, I knew there was some shit but I didn't know it was that bad.” I was shaking so he pulled away and looked at me, “there's more huh?”

  I shook my head but didn't say anything. He rolled me over and pulled me against him. “You don't have to tell me the rest, baby. I love you.”

  “I know, but I need to,” I whispered. “Not telling you years ago kept a distance between us I didn't know was there until after prom. You never treated me as anything other than a boy. The kids at school either didn't know or kept it to themselves. So I really thought I was through of them.”

  Liam just pulled me closer to him and laid soft kisses on my neck and shoulders. I soaked in the affection as I gathered myself.

  Chapter 18

  Liam

  T o say I was shocked was an understatement. Danny has never, and I mean never talked about his time before he was found by his father. I never had a problem with it before. I didn't think it affected our relationship the first time around, he was so carefree that I didn't think about it.

  Apparently it didn't affect it until it did. I have no doubt that his adoptive family had a lot to do with that, and the fact that I adored him basically from the day his father brought him to Sunday dinner for the first time. I never cared that he was Trans, he was always my man.

  I knew he had a rough start but I didn't know it was this bad and from his pause I knew it was probably going to get worse. There was almost a whole year from the time he left home to the day his father found him.

  All I could do was squeeze him tight and kiss the back of his neck willing him to relax and it helped a little. Some of the tension that I felt when I first rolled him over and pulled him against me had drained.

  “I took the bus as far west as I could go and ended up in Chicago. I cut my hair as soon as I got there. It felt good to finally wear my hair the way I wanted it, you know? I slept on the street for the first 2 nights, but the 3rd night I was cornered, I tried to get away but I couldn't.

  “The guy took me to a nasty run-down building that had no power and loads of drug addicts. He said he was going to fuck me and make me his bitch. He had 2 big huge guys hold me down. The next thing I knew his dick was in my mouth. He forced me to suck on him, kept hitting me if he didn't like what I was doing. I was so scared, Liam. So fucking scared.”

  “I know, baby. I know, I cooed in his ear and wiped his tears away. “No one's ever gonna touch you like that again. You're mine and you're safe.” I kissed the outline of his ear while I waited for him to continue.

  “When he came, I thought, oh god. Now he's going to strip my clothes and see that I'm trans. Fuck. But thankfully he passed the hell out. His goons just left me crying on the floor.

  “I waited for his thugs to fall asleep and left. I knew I needed to leave before he found me so I literally grabbed a ticket for the next bus out of Chicago. The bus took me to Des Plaines. I stayed there for 2 days. I even found a soup kitchen. I got a bed and a fresh shower too. A pimp tried to get me to work for him. Said that I could make good money. Each night he would talk to me, but the talks got more demanding until he tried to force himself on me.

  “When he got my clothes off he stopped and started beating me up instead. Said that I was a cock-tease. I didn't know what that meant at the time. But I was so glad he stopped trying to fuck me I just laid there and let him beat me. I thought I was going to die that night. I thought about going home to my parents.”

  I sucked in a breath when he said that. If he had he would have never made his way to me and who knows how fucked up his mind would be. God, I wonder if Andre and Linda know how much they saved my Danny. I would never be able to thank them enough.

  He must have heard me because he rolled over and kissed me, “I'm glad I didn't either, I'm so glad I didn't return to that hell hole. The year I was on the street was worth this.”

  He blew out his breath but stayed facing me, “one of the volunteers found me the next morning and called 911. I was in the hospital for a week but I refused to give them my name. I wasn't sure if it was because I didn't want them to call my parents at all or hearing confirmation from someone else that my parents didn't want me.

  “Child services came and told me they would put me in foster care. I had a friend in foster care that had gotten beat more than I did so I was afraid and snuck out of the hospital before I was supposed to be discharged.

  “Over the next 8 months I made my way farther and farther into the suburbs. I figured that it would be better in smaller towns. The night my father found me I had been starving for days. I was usually able to find small jobs, like mowing people’s lawns and stuff but it was winter and hadn't snowed in days. So there was no lawn to mow or snow to s
hovel.

  “I was about to start digging in a dumpster for food when someone ran out of the restaurant with a ski mask. At the same time I heard the police sirens. Before I could do anything he grabbed me and threw me in his car. He held me hostage for 3 days. I should have ran. Anything would have been better. He locked me in the basement in nothing but my underwear.”

  Danny was literally shaking in my arms by this point so I stopped him, “baby, you don't have to tell me, I know the jest of it already.” And it was true, it was in the paper what happened to Danny when his father found him. Danny was supposed to testify in court but when the other inmates found out what happened to Danny from a leak he was killed before the trial.

  “I need to. I never told anyone really, not even the therapist that my parents got me after the fact.”

  I rubbed his shoulders, “okay babe, but I'm going to make you forget after the fact okay?”

  Danny nodded, “he used a knife, cut me on the inside and the outside. Then he would fuck me with anything he could find that would work. He used scissors one time. He'd stab me and left me bleeding. He hung me by my wrists and whipped me with his studded belt until he would fuck me. Then he would leave me hanging there.

  “He was going to kill me. He had his belt around my neck while he was fucking me and he was pulling on it. When I passed out I thought for sure that was the end. I kept waiting for something for the bright light that everyone talked about but it never came. I woke up in the hospital and dad took me home.”

  God, I had no idea that Danny was raped in those 3 days. I had known that he was beaten up pretty badly and almost died. But that was the existent of it.

  “Did...,” I gulped because I almost didn't want to know. “Did your dad see the rape?”

  “Yeah, he pulled the guy off of me, Darius had to stop my dad from killing the bastard.”

  I brushed Danny's hair back and stroked his face. “Thank you for telling me,” I smiled and kissed him. The kiss was slow and I showed him everything I was feeling in that kiss. Anger for him, the love I had for him overcoming his previous life, the love I had for him now.