Last week, Dustin was asked to help Jordan's friend Rusty with a little problem. Imagine Dustin's surprise when he found out it involved "breaking in" to someone's house! Things go from bad to worse this week. What will Dustin do? Find out in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Dustin felt sick to his stomach at the thought of what he’d so
stupidly just done. Made himself an accomplice to a burglary, even if an
unwitting one. Try explaining that to a judge. Everything was becoming all too
clear to him now, especially what an idiot he’d been to believe someone like
Jordan could be interested in someone like him. It hadn’t been him, it had been
the computer store where he worked that had been the big attraction all along.
If they’d run into each other anywhere else, Jordan would probably not have
given Dustin the time of day. That’s what he got for thinking with his dick.
Had there been others before him? Was this a regular racket
with these guys? No wonder Rusty and Lenny treated him like shit. They’d
probably seen this scenario enacted before. And no wonder their employment
seemed so sketchy. They were thieves, if not something worse.
Even as he thought this, he felt something in his spine
stiffen. He wasn’t about to go along with helping these assclowns rob the very
store where he worked. The store his cousin was kind enough to help him get a
job at. Denver certainly didn’t deserve that. He’d been nothing but good to
Dustin, gave him a chance when no one else would. Gave him a place to live.
How could he betray the only family he had? He couldn’t.
Jordan let Rusty and Lenny out at their apartment building,
then turned to Dustin. “Want to grab a bite to eat and go back to my place?”
Dustin didn’t think he could eat if he tried. Besides, he
knew what else was included in that invitation, judging by what he’d said
previously, and he honestly didn’t want to be with Jordan like that. Jordan
might be sexy but he was poison. Dustin wasn’t sure he would ever want him
again. But it didn’t seem very prudent to say so. Rusty had been carrying a
weapon. It wouldn’t surprise him if Jordan did too. And he probably wasn’t
afraid to use it.
“I’ve not feeling very well,” Dustin said, which wasn’t
actually a lie. “Mind dropping me off instead? I’d rather not get sick in your
car.”
“I’d rather you not get sick in it too,” Jordan said in a
cold voice, devoid of any compassion for Dustin. He made no move to comfort
him, or touch him in any way, for which Dustin was grateful, just drove. A few
minutes later, they were in front of the building where he lived with Denver.
Dustin reached for the door handle, but froze at the sound
of Jordan’s voice.
“I’ll pick you up in the morning,” Jordan said. “About ten.
Make sure you’re ready and waiting for me.”
What the hell?
Dustin gave Jordan a confused look.
“We’re going to case that store of yours,” Jordan said. “I
want to know everything about it, the sooner the better. I think that could
turn out to be one of our better hauls.”
“I don’t think so.”
Dustin was surprised to realize those words had actually come
out of his mouth. He had more backbone than he’d given himself credit for, at
least when it came to Jordan.
Jordan’s smile was ice cold. He didn’t seem at all fazed by
Dustin’s refusal. “I don’t think you understand. You’re my bitch, Dustin, and
you’ll do what I tell you to do, for as long as I tell you to do it.”
“The hell I will!” Dustin blurted out. “What makes you think
you can talk to me like that? Find another boyfriend. We’re through.”
Jordan threw his head back and began to laugh, a sound that
Dustin found oddly disturbing. “Oh honey, you are naïve, if you think you’re my
boyfriend.” Calming down, he continued. “I
will always be able to talk to you
anyway I want. And you know why? Because if you don’t do as I say, your beloved
cousin will pay the price. And you don’t even want to know what I can do to
him, trust me. So be a good boy, get some sleep, and tomorrow be ready when I
come for you. And furthermore, if I tell you I want to fuck you, then be
prepared for that too. Assuming I even want to. Now go on. I’m done with you for
tonight.”
Dustin stumbled out of the car in a daze and slammed the
door shut behind him. He watched as Jordan peeled out of the lot. What the hell
was he going to do now? He wasn’t about to help them break into the computer
store, but at the same time, he wasn’t going to let them hurt Denver.
There seemed to be only one choice left. He had to hide. Get
the hell out of Tucker Falls until he figured out something more permanent. But
where? He didn’t know anyone.
He’d worry about that later. Right now, he needed to grab
his clothes, get in his car and drive… and hope for the best.
to be continued
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