~RHYNO'S POV~
Christ, this is too fucking easy. As I inch closer to Benoit's cabin, there
is not a soul in site. I chuckle to myself, everyone is probably screwing.
Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind rutting with that luscious little
blond. What was his name? Jason. I bet his ass is so sweet.
I push those thoughts out of my head. Hell, they could get me killed. I
hope that jerk Regal don't come looking for me. What an idiot? Did he
really think that I was here to help him kidnap Stephanie McMahon? A man of
my reputation? Sure, I'll help him if the price is right, but I have
another job to do first.
I crouch outside of Benoit's bedroom window. I see him watching the little
sleeping blond on the bed. Awwww, how fucking sweet. He's got puppy dog
eyes for the little blond. I chuckle silently, too fucking bad. Benoit
dies today, and right now he is the perfect sitting duck. I pull the gun
from my waistband of my shorts and place the silencer on it.
"What ya doing?" A young male voice whispers in my ear.
I shove the gun back in and quickly cover it with my shirt. I whirl around
and face the stupid fuck that just cost me my perfect shot. I can't stop
the chuckle that escapes my throat as I realize it's the little slave with
the rainbow colored hair......Jeff.
"Nothing," I lie.
"Your name is Rhyno, right?" He asks grinning.
"You can call me Terry," I say grinning. He's cute. Awww, the things that
I'm going to do to him for causing me to miss that shot.
"I didn't know you were into voyeurism," he says with a smirk on his face.
"I'm not," I growl, angry that he would think that. He merely looks at me
with a slight smirk.
I jump as one of his long slender fingers trails down my torso, stopping
before he can reach the waistband of my shorts. Damn, that was dangerously
close to the gun. Man, I would hate to off this kid.
"You don't have to watch. I'm available," he whispers quite seductively.
What can I do? This opportunity to off is lost, might as well enjoy what
the island has to offer. I reach out and play with a strand of his hair,
"But Mistress Trish said that if I didn't pay, I don't get to play."
He laughs. Such a pretty laugh. "We don't have to tell her. It's on the
house," he says with a slight giggle as he grabs my hand and leads me to
his cabin.
I glance back at the window. I frown as I see Benoit standing in it,
watching me. He knows. Fuck, my cover is blown. This may be the last fuck
that I get, so I'm going to make it count.
~BENOIT'S POV~
FUCK! That was close! I yank the curtains together and proceed to do the
same to all the others. I can't believe that I almost bought it after all
these years of being so careful.
I look down at Chris. He yawns as his eyes slowly flutter open. God, he's
beautiful. I don't him to get hurt. Damn, why can't I have a normal life?
A normal relationship?
I stare into those blue orbs that he calls eyes and I melt. He's looks at
me as if he is studying me.
I have to be careful. I don't want him to hurt along with me. It's better
for him to hate me. Hate makes one stronger.
~TBC~
