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Chapter 61

The entire group sat around the living room, stunned at what they just saw from Brock's text. The horrendous images of John and Cody gagged and bound, their bodies bruised from their assault and that video…even though it was only a mere 10 seconds, it was enough for Randy to storm out of there and towards the back porch where he has been stewing for the past five minutes. Mark finally broke the silence as he stood up and looked at the group.

"Shawn, Hunter, Glen, I need to see you in the other room…NOW." The larger man demanded in a stern tone. Shawn nodded, placing a gentle touch onto Hunter's shoulder and whispering to him to follow. The man's face was unreadable but he complied with his lover's request and went with him and Mark to the living room, where they closed the door.

That left Eve, Stephanie and Phil in the room. Eve and Stephanie cried silently, consoling each other while the smaller man stared off into nothing. His eyes were lifeless and his heart sank with dread.

'They're never gonna find him. This was a message to us. They're probably dead as we're sitting here.' Phil thought to himself.

"Phil? Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Eve asked, reaching over and grabbing onto his hand. However, Phil pushed it aside and stood up quickly.

"I need some air." The man replied, not bothering to listen to his sister's pleas. He walked briskly towards the kitchen and out the back, opening the door wide open and taking a deep breath before exhaling. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them up again to see Randy on the other end of the porch. His back was to Phil so the other man wasn't too sure what Randy was thinking. He took a few steps closer and that's when Randy turned his head slightly before quickly turning away.

"What do you want?" The Viper asked.

"I want to make sure that you're okay and that you're not gonna punch another hole in the wall like before."

"No, I won't."

Phil looked at Randy closely, taking a few slow steps to close the gap. They were finally just a foot away and Phil noticed something. Randy was crying.

"Randy…."

"WHAT?!" The man spun around, his eyes red and face full of tear marks.

"You're not the only one here that's hurting so don't snap at me." Phil replied, narrowing his eyes.

Randy let out a sigh, wiping the tears away with the back of his hand.

"Whatever just leave me alone." Randy then turned his back and ignored Phil who was still standing there. There was a moment of silence between the two men before Phil spoke up.

"Do you still love John?"

Randy turned around, looking at Phil's face.

"I'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't."

"What about Cody? Do you love him?"

The other man's lip trembled at the mention of Cody's name and nodded his head slowly.

"I read the letter you wrote a while back. I'm not Cody or John, I don't forgive easily but in this moment….if you…need…to…talk to someone, I'm here for you." Phil then stretched out his hand, a sign of a truce for now.

The Viper looked at it, unsure of what to do and slowly extended his own hand as they shook briefly before breaking away. Phil nodded in approval and was about to go back inside when Randy spoke up.

"This is my entire fault."

Phil turned around walking closer to Randy.

"What do you mean?"

"This…all of it! I'm to blame." The Viper yelled out, running his hands through his short hair.

"You can't think that. This has nothing to do with you."

"Yes it does. I'm the one that put them in jeopardy. If it wasn't for me then John wouldn't have gone out with Brock!" Randy took a deep breath before continuing.

"I introduced them."

Phil opened his mouth but closed it quickly, waiting for Randy to explain.

"I met Brock at some club and I thought he was a cool guy. We hung out and then one night I invited John to come with us. As soon as Brock saw John …he fell for him. After that, Brock kept on pestering me about John; if he had a boyfriend and all that shit. Finally, I gave the guy his number and well…they went on a few dates. That was the end of everything. I ruined it all." Randy broke down and cried, falling onto the hard concrete hard.

Phil quickly went over, placing an arm around the man's shoulder for comfort.

"Hey listen to me. You didn't know what Brock was like. I'm sure if you did then you wouldn't have given him John's number. This isn't your fault Randy. Brock is an evil man and if it wasn't John then it would be someone else that he would be tormenting."

Randy shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

"No, no, no. This is my punishment. For all the lousy things I've done in my life. They're my best friends Phil. I don't have anyone else. I don't know what I can do without them."

The two men held onto to one another. Phil wrapped his arms around Randy's frame, resting his chin on the man's head.

"I know how you feel Randy and we'll get through this. I'm sure Mark will find them."

"How do you know?"

"I…have faith." Phil lied. They stayed outside for a while longer and after a few minutes, Randy was able to calm himself down. They both got up and went back inside where they were met with Mark, Hunter Glen, and Shawn.

"What's happening?" Phil asked anxiously.

"We got a lead from one of my bounty friends. They're not too far from here, Brock and the Paul, only about an hour away and I'm sure that's where John and Cody are." Mark said as he grabbed his stuff and started to pile it into a briefcase. Glen was on the phone talking intensely to someone while Hunter and Shawn were cleaning up their own papers.

"We need to leave now. My friend is calling some backup where he's at. Glen is getting some people from the force that will be on the down-low. I need to get home and grab some supplies. We're heading out in 30 minutes." The larger man ordered.

Eve and Stephanie stayed in the living room, watching the men prepare to go while Phil and Randy glanced around.

"We're coming to."

Mark turned around shocked.

"No you're not."

"Yes, we are. He's my fiancé and Randy's boyfriend. I want to make sure they're okay."

Mark grabbed Phil and Randy into the kitchen and closed the door.

"You two can't come with us. You're civilians and if anything happens to you two then the police are gonna be on my ass you understand? It's too dangerous. It's better if you're here with the girls." Mark explained, walking away before Randy and Phil could protest.

"Okay, I'll be right back. If my friend calls tell him we're heading out soon." Mark said over his shoulder, running out the door and towards his car.

The two men followed, rushing over to stop Mark before he left.

"HEY! You can't tell us what to do!" Randy replied, grabbing Mark's bicep and swinging him around. The larger man stared down at the boys, his eyes turning an icy green colour.

"Don't ever touch me like that again you hear me boy? Is this all a game to you guys? This is real. This is dangerous. I can't allow you two to come with me."

"We don't care. We love them both and we want to be there to make sure Brock and Paul get what they deserve." Phil said. He looked at Mark, his eyes not wavering for a second until the larger man closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Listen I don't have time to for this. I need to get home and grab my stuff." Mark then opened the door to the car and drove off, leaving them stranded on the driveway.

Randy and Phil went back inside, watching the three men get ready.

"Okay, I called some guys and they said they can meet us up there in about an hour." Glen said, hanging up the phone.

"Cool, we just spoke with Mark and he said we're coming to. He needs the manpower." Randy replied. Phil looked on wide-eyed but didn't say anything.

"Wait, my brother asked for your assistance?"

"Yup. He said he wanted us there for support."

The three men knew Randy was lying but didn't say anything about it. In times like these, anyone would go to desperate measures to make sure they're loved ones were okay.

"Okay then. Well, welcome aboard. I guess we can prepare ourselves before Mark comes back. I'm sure his friend has all the help he needs."

"Who is this friend everyone is talking about?" Phil asked.

"Oh, this guy is the meanest, toughest S.O.B. around when it comes to bounty hunters. You don't wanna mess with him."

"Well, does he have a name?"

"His name is Steve but everyone calls him Stone Cold."

"Why?" Randy asked.

All three men smiled before answering in unison.

"You'll see."

John waited with bated breath as he glanced over to the other room. Through the tiny crack of the door, he could see Brock lying on the bed and Paul pacing back and forth. Even though it was hard to hear what they were saying, John knew something was gonna go down.

"….Okay, so we have this all planned out. I got the sleeping pills, you'll go and buy food at some crappy diner and then come back, pop the pills into their drinks and it'll be done." Brock said in a relaxed tone. He watched his friend pace back and forth, wringing his hands anxiously.

"What if something happens though? What if the pills won't work?" Paul asked.

The beast rolled his eyes at his friend's constant questions.

"Christ get a grip. We're fine. No one knows where we are…." Brock stood up and stopped Paul in his tracks, placing his two large hands on his friend's shoulders.

"Paul, we can do this. We have to. There's no other way. They jilted us both and it's time we put a stop to it."

The two men locked eyes before Paul finally gave in and nodded in agreement.

"You're right. I'll go get some sandwiches down the street. That place looked pretty deserted when we past it so hopefully I won't be there for long."

Brock smiled, showing off his yellow pointy teeth.

"Good. Now go. I'm gonna wash up first."

Paul quickly walked to the adjoining door between the rooms and swung it wide open. He glanced over at Cody's back before looking at John and smiling.

"Well, guess what? Brock and I have decided to treat you guys with some delicious local cuisine. So, you two stay put…what am I saying? Of course you're staying put…you guys are tied up! And I'll be right back with some sandwiches." The walrus smiled briefly before walking away, opening the front door and slamming it shut. John looked at the door briefly before turning his head to see Brock staring at him by the door.

"I'm gonna take a shower. I won't be long so you behave." The beast said with narrow eyes. He turned around, heading towards the bathroom when he heard John's voice.

"Can I come with you?!"

Brock slowly turned around, taking a few slow steps to where John was.

"Excuse me?"

"Can I….can I take a shower with you?" John asked nervously.

"Why?"

"Because…I haven't had one since I been here and I feel gross."

"That's not my problem." Brock stated turning his back.

"Please! I….I wanna take a shower with you Brock….like what we use to do…."

The beast closed his eyes at John's comment. He remembered being with John during the happy moments in their relationship. Remembering them making love and taking showers together afterwards only to wind up in bed as soon as the water was turned off.

"Fine. But you try something and I swear I will stab you and Cody right the fuckin' face." Brock replied, walking over and roughly untying John's wrists from the bed post. The larger man looked over at Cody who didn't move.

"Brock don't worry about him. He's tired and won't go anywhere." John said, reaching out to grab the man's hand.

Brock locked eyes with John briefly before dragging him to the bathroom and closing the door shut. He shoved John inside, closing and locking the door behind him. The other man looked over his shoulder to see Brock standing against the door.

"Well, you wanted to take a shower, get it ready."

John let out a shaky breath, reaching over to the knob and turning it on hot. He placed his hand underneath the water and smiled softly at how wonderful the warmth felt on this skin.

"Get in and get nice and wet for me." Brock demanded. John complied, going into the shower and drenching himself with the hot water. The beast looked on mesmerized. He loved how John's body looked with that water running down his perfect tight body. He took off his clothes and slowly climbed in behind John, wrapping his arms around him. The other man was startled from the gesture but managed to keep his composure in check. He looked around the fogginess of the room and couldn't make anything out that would be considered a weapon. Closing his eyes, he turned his body around so he was facing Brock.

The two men locked eyes and within seconds, Brock quickly leaned in to claim John's lips. The kiss was fierce just like Brock and John did his best to not tumble backwards from the force. The beast let go, moving away from John and just stared at him.

"I didn't want to do this you know. I was hoping that we could come to a….reconciliation but you're being difficult John, as always. You always have to be a diva….bitch and nag and moan. I hit you once and you ratted me out." Brock said. He slowly placed his hands around John's neck, squeezing them. The other man's eyes widened, coughing slightly before trying to respond.

"Brock…I….'cough'….was scared. You scared me. And it wasn't….just…one…time….'cough'….please!"

The beast snarled, tightening his grip around John's neck as the other man looked around frantically for something to use.

"YOU LEFT ME TO ROT IN THAT FUCKING JAIL! AND YOU DECIDED TO RUN AWAY LIKE A FUCKING GIRL! YOU'RE PATHETIC, YOU'RE WORTHLESS, YOU DESERVE NOTHING! NO FRIENDS, NO FIANCE, NOTHING!" The beast screamed at the top of his lungs while John swung his arms in protest. The two men tumbled out of the shower, bringing the curtain with them as they rolled around on the floor.

"I LOVED YOU JOHN! YOU NEVER LOVED ME BACK! YOU AND CODY ARE THE SAME, JUST A BUNCH OF BITCHES!" Brock yelled, squeezing his hands harder around John's neck. The other man was having a hard time breathing and his focus was quickly fading. He had to act fast if he needed to escape. With one quick motion, John kneed Brock between the legs, stopping the choking instantly.

"Fucking Christ, cocksucker, cunt!" Brock crouched down onto the floor, holding his now sensitive private area for protection. John quickly took the opportunity to leave the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He ran over to Cody who was now crying.

"What's happening? What's going on with you and Brock?" The boy asked between sobs. John ran over and untied his friend.

"We're getting the hell outta here. I'll grab some clothes for us." John replied, rushing over to the duffle bag and taking whatever was in there. He didn't care if the clothes were dirty or too big, he just needed to get dressed and leave as soon as possible.

The two managed to put on some pants before they saw Brock stalking into the room. Cody screamed out, hiding behind the bed while John grabbed the lamp from the nightstand.

"You come any closer Brock and I'll fuckin' knock you out!" The man threatened. Brock only smiled, walking slowly towards John. The man didn't care if he was wet and naked, all he wanted was John's lifeless body right now.

"You won't be doing anything to me Johnny." Brock said through gritted teeth. Before John could respond, the beast lunged forward, knocking the lamp out of John's hands. The two men wrestled on the floor, John screaming while Brock was throwing punches left and right. Eventually, Brock managed to pin John to the floor and stared at him right in the eyes.

"You're gonna fucking die tonight. You and your little whore friend and no one is ever gonna find out." The beast smiled, bringing his arm up and balling his hand into a tight fist. John looked on and closed his eyes at what was about to happen but only heard a small clicking sound from behind.

"Get off him you fucker!"

Brock turned his head up to see Cody pointing a gun at him.

"Cody dear. Give me the gun."

"No. You get off of John right now or I'll blow your brains out!"

The beast was getting annoyed. He stood up, releasing John from his grip as his eyes focused on the young scared boy.

"Cody, don't joke around. Give me the gun now." Brock demanded, reaching his hand out.

Before anyone could react, a loud boom filled the room and the next thing they knew, Brock was lying on the floor, his upper thigh bleeding from the gunshot.

"Jesus fucking Christ! You shot me!"

Cody kept on pointing the gun at Brock, his hands shaking as John quickly went over to him.

"Cody, come on. Throw the gun away and let's get out of here."

The boy did as he was told and threw it in the corner, away from Brock's reach. As they walked over to the front door, they heard a familiar voice.

"Cody dear, I have your favourite. Cheese and ham with…what the hell!" Paul screamed, John ran forward and Cody leaned against the wall, his eyes shut tight. Meanwhile no one noticed Brock inching towards the gun.

Or the man that followed Paul to the motel.

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