A/N: Everything that happened in the last chapter happen eight months prior to the current events, not four as the header suggested. My apologies for the error!

Lost Boy

Chapter 4

Edward POV

The next night

My trusty ripped denim shorts hugged my ass as I casually leaned against my lamppost, waiting for my night to start. I tried to look as sexy as possible, while also making it look effortless. It was no easy task, but I felt like I was nailing it. Unfortunately, it seemed like it was going to be a slow night tonight. Garrett and I had been hanging out on our respective corners for at least an hour with no action.

Garrett and I had a sort of understanding. He worked the corner across from me, and we knew each other's comings and goings, when we weren't gone on a job. We kind of looked out for each other, as much as two people could in the highly competitive world of hustling. We had completely different motives for being out there — I did this for rent and living money, Garrett did this for his next hit of heroin. But he was a nice enough guy when he was coherent enough for conversation.

I watched as Garrett was picked up by a white Nissan Sentra, the most generic of cars. He gave me a thumbs up as he got in. As the car took off, my mind drifted to the man I'd been in bed with the night before, Carlisle. He'd been my first job of the night, and he ended up being the only one. I couldn't believe I'd let myself get pulled in like that. Yeah, the sex had been great. Yeah, it was comfortable in that soft pillow top bed, with his strong arms around me securely. But I needed money. One trick the whole night was not going to cut it, and my roommate was gonna be pissed if I didn't have enough to pay my way next month.

It had been a long time since someone had taken the time to care about me, to touch me with the purpose of me feeling pleasure, to want me to stay with them even after the sex was over. Emmett cared about me, but not in the same way - he cared for me as a friend. The way Carlisle treated me last night gave me a taste of what is was like to be cared for as a lover, and it felt really good. Although, it was a little weird for me to have enjoyed being intimate with a man. I loved the ladies, but when the hell did I have time to meet a girl, let alone take her out on a date? I did work nights after all. It had been so long since someone held me, it didn't matter if Carlisle was a man. It had felt nice, right somehow. I found myself wondering if I'd ever see him again. Probably not, he had never picked up a hustler before, that much was obvious. No, it had to be a one-time thing for him.

My train of thought was broken when an old station wagon straight out of the 90s rolled up to my corner. Time to get to work. I approached the passenger side door as the guy rolled the window down. Bending to see in the window, I found a guy in his early 40s with long black hair tied into a ponytail. He was pasty looking, like he worked in an office as an accountant or something. Great, another douchebag looking to come out of the closet for a few minutes.

"How much?" he asked in a smarmy little voice.

I held up my hand, palm facing him. "25." Then I pointed to my mouth. "$60." Finally, I stood up, turned around, and shook my ass at the open window. Turning back to face him, I turned on the charm, throwing him a wink. "$150."

"Get in."

As soon as I shut the door, he started driving. He didn't say anything, so I glanced around the dash, my eyes landing on a name tag lying in the space under the stereo. Aro Volturi, Triad Industries. Ah-ro or Arrow? I wondered to myself.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing working the streets?" he cooed.

"Uh, working the streets?" I didn't mean it to sound like a question, but the snark didn't come across. Honestly, being called pretty kinda creeped me out.

"Pretty little girls like you should be at home, tucked safely into their beds."

A shudder of disgust ran through me at that. Aro noticed and smiled before turning his attention back to the road. It occurred to me that no pretty little girls would be safe around this guy. I got the horrible feeling that he was some kind of pedo, and he was going to use me to get his rocks off in place of a child. Which also made me feel like I was doing something kinda good. At least a little girl wasn't getting raped tonight.

It was only a couple of minutes before he pulled off the street and stopped the car in a spot unseen from the road and away from the spill of the floodlights in the empty parking lot.

Turning the ignition off, he moved to look at me and hooked his thumb toward the back seat. "Let's get in the back."

I looked at the small space between the two front seats, then back at him. He nodded and raised an eyebrow. As I moved into a good position to start climbing through, I noticed the rear seats of the station wagon were already laid down. The guy was prepared. I contorted myself through that tiny space, and Aro took the opportunity to smack me hard on the ass cheek. I yelped at the slight pain, but it was more from the surprise of it. He laughed and nudged me the rest of the way. As I situated myself out of his path, Aro awkwardly squeezed through the gap and went to sit with his back against the side of the interior opposite me.

"Take off the shorts, " he ordered.

I did as I was told. I'd gone commando, something my tricks usually appreciated. But Aro hissed in displeasure when he saw I wore no underwear.

"Turn around, I don't want to see your cock!" he spat with anger.

Again, I did as he said, feeling a little wary now. In a flash, he was behind me, pushing me to lie face down, flush with the floor. The rough fabric on the back of the laid-down seats rubbed against the soft skin of my belly and cock, chafing excruciatingly. I bit back any possible sound from escaping at the sting of pain. The sound of his zipper coming down soon followed, and I swiftly felt for my discarded shorts, grabbing a condom from the back pocket. I tore the packet open with my teeth and held the naked condom over my shoulder.

"Put this on."

Aro grunted, but took it. "Fine."

I heard him roll it on with one hand as two fingers from the other poked roughly into my hole and pulled it open. I thanked God I always took Emmett's advice and prepared myself ahead of time. One of the first things he warned me about was that most guys were not gentle, and some guys were not interested in even trying to prep you. The two fingers were gone in the blink of an eye and I only had time to realize this was not going to be fun before he pushed into me to the hilt, making me cry out with the intense burning of the sudden and brutal intrusion. He groaned, liking my cry of pain, and he started pummeling into me, the rough fabric below me rubbing against my cock insistently. Gritting my teeth against the pain, the burn started to fade into numbness around my ring and I thought I'd be okay, I could get through this. This guy wouldn't last long...

Then, after several hard, deep thrusts, he grabbed my thighs and pushed them together, making my tunnel extra tight for him, but causing me a world of hurt. Every thrust made my ring burn with the dry friction, and I bit back tears, willing him to hurry. He pounded into me with fury, assaulting my ass with his arrow, his fingers digging into my thighs so hard I thought his nails might tear my flesh.

Focused on finishing the job, I squeezed my insides tightly over and over, constricting around his cock, trying to make him fall over the edge. It only took a few squeezes before he was done for. As soon as he finished cumming, he pulled out, and a sigh of relief escaped me. I could feel some wetness leak out of my ass, and I knew it was blood. The bastard tore me, and now I'd have to wait until I healed to make money this way again.

Aro whipped off the condom and dropped it in my lap, his hot cum spilling over my knee. Laughing as I recoiled, he zipped up and left the backseat, climbing through the gap to the front with more ease than before. He didn't even wait for me to clean up my knee or pull my shorts back on before he peeled out of the parking space. I struggled into the shorts while rolling around in the flattened back of the station wagon as he drove the four blocks back to my corner.

When he got there, he tossed three fifties at me without looking back, and said in a menacing tone, "Thanks for the ass. Now get the fuck out."

Scooping up the fifties, I wasted no time getting the hell outta there. As soon as I stepped out and shut the door, he sped away, tires squealing, running a red light. I found myself wishing traffic was heavier at this time of night. I stuffed the money into my front pocket and was about to carefully walk over to my lamppost when I was suddenly bathed in headlights. Temporarily blinded, I raised an arm over my eyes and looked away. A horn sounded, a short staccato honk, and I lowered my arm as my eyes adjusted to the light.

It was a car I recognized, sleek, fancy, with tinted windows. The car of the man I couldn't get out of my head earlier— Carlisle. He was back.

Did he want to fuck me again? I really couldn't do that tonight as much as I needed the money, not after that fucking prick just tore my ass in half. Maybe I could convince him to accept a blow job only. Or maybe he wasn't here for that at all. Maybe he was angry I'd gone through his wallet. I decided to take up a defensive posture, just in case, as he rolled the window down.

"Edward," he said in greeting.

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Who says that's my real name." He stared me down, undeterred by my attempt to circumvent him. So it was the wallet thing.

Pointing at him, I defended myself. "Hey, man, I only took what you owed me."

Carlisle's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before realization dawned. "Oh, I know. It's fine. It was your money. I'm not here about that."

More than a little relieved, but careful not to show it, I asked, "Oh, no? Then what brings you back to my corner?"

"I have a proposition for you."

I laughed outright. "Is that so? And here I was, thinking you already propositioned me."

He let out a soft chuckle at my joke before his face became serious again.

"I'd like to hire you for the week."

Oh, here it comes, I thought to myself. I had a few regulars—my ass was really tight; it had them coming back for more. As such, I launched into my usual speech.

"I don't do relationships, buddy. I do this for money, not because I'm interested in guys. Repeat performances are gonna cost ya a bundle."

"I don't want a repeat performance." My bravado deflated a bit. "I want you to help me. Just for a week."

I stepped back from the car and lit a cigarette. "And what, pray tell, is it that I'd be helping you with, if not your dick?"

"Get in the car and I'll tell you."

"Can I bring this?" I asked, waving the cigarette.

"Umm, no."

I shrugged and flicked the cherry off the end, sticking it back in my pack for later. I couldn't afford to be wasting just-lit cigs. Carefully, I walked over to the car and opened the door, doing my best to hide the pain in my ass as I sat in the passenger seat beside him and closed the door.

Turning toward him, I met his eyes. "So?"

Carlisle cleared his throat. "I'm in a bit of a bind at work and I think you can help me get out of it. This business owner from Ireland was flying here for a big meeting about a merger between his and my father's businesses. At this meeting, he was supposed to sign over the paperwork to my company, giving up his ownership. I facilitated the whole deal, and it was going to secure my place in my father's company."

I put a hand up to stop him. "Wait, you have to secure your place in your own dad's business? Shouldn't you just have a place in the business already? It's usually just handed to you, right?"

His features hardened and his eyes narrowed as he looked away. "Not if you're my father."

"Wow, he sounds like a prick."

"Yeah, he is." He brought his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Which is why when the guy bailed on me, I kinda freaked out. That was the night I came and found you."

I nodded. "Okay, so where do I come in?"

Carlisle took a deep breath. "I want you to pose as this business owner." I went to protest, but he cut me off. "No one has ever met him before. They have no idea what he looks like. I'll tell you what to say. You really don't have to say much, you just have to sign some papers."

I nodded slowly for dramatic effect. "Soooo, you want me to pretend to be somebody else, and you want me to commit forgery."

"No!" he protested, totally sincere, until he realized I was right. It was clear he hadn't thought of it that way. "Well, yeah, I guess so. But I plan to get back in touch with McAllister and convince him to come back into the fold. He's right there— he's just nervous, he explained defensively. "When he agrees, I'll fly to Dublin and have him sign the same paperwork, then I'll tell my dad I lost the originals and get him to sign the papers again. No biggie."

Wide-eyed, I said in mock-agreement, "Yeah...no biggie."

"No, really. It sounds worse than it is."

Huffing at him, I crossed my arms and asked, "What's in it for me?"

"Oh, well, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. You help me, and you won't have to turn tricks for a week. I'll pay for your time."

I laughed, disbelieving. "And we'll fuck in between meetings, right?"

"No, I just want you to help me out of this situation."

That would definitely be good for my ass recovery if it were true, but I was still wary.

"Why me?"

"I don't know, Edward...if that's your real name…

"It is," I said with a sigh and a roll of my eyes.

He smiled. "Well, at the meeting, your name will be Liam. Anyway, I guess I just...I like you, Edward." My eyebrow raised, but Carlisle kept going before I could say anything. "You have a certain charisma that will be useful in this situation. There's a luncheon where everyone will meet you and then there will be a meeting to sign the paperwork a day or two later. When it's all over, I'll pay you 8K."

My head whipped around; my mouth open in shock. I couldn't have heard him right. "Wait a second. 8 THOUSAND dollars?"

"Yes."

"8 thousand."

"Yes," he said with a chuckle.

"And no sex."

"No sex."

I just couldn't believe this. "Is this real?"

"Yes, it's real," Carlisle insisted. "Will you accept the job?"

Dumbfounded, I did the only thing I could do. I nodded vigorously, a broad smile forming at my good fortune.

Carlisle was smiling too, looking self-satisfied. "Ok then. Thank you. Can I drive you home?"

"No, no, I'll make my own way home. Besides, I'm still working."

A shadow came over his face and he looked a little upset at the suggestion I might still be going home with someone else tonight. "Alright then, meet me at the hotel tomorrow, let's say 4 o'clock? We'll go get you a business suit and I'll brief you on everything you need to know to become Liam."

"You got a deal." I stuck out my hand and he shook it. "See you tomorrow."

Gingerly, I exited the car and Carlisle drove off. Taking out the cigarette I'd stubbed out earlier, I relit it, leaning back against my lamppost and dragging on it deeply. Closing my eyes and marveling at how fucking weird my night had been, my musings were interrupted when I sensed a body standing in front of me.

Opening my eyes, good old strung-out Garrett was a little too close, grinning widely, looking like he was high as a kite.

His words came out in a rush. "Wow, quickie, eh? Fancy ride. Hope you're not here next time he comes around. I want a crack at that cash."

A twinge of jealousy struck me before I tamped it down. I didn't know why, but the thought of Garrett with Carlisle turned my stomach.

"Nah, he's got a weird cock, dude. You don't want any part of that."

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