Danny's POV
Laughter takes over me as I sit in my car, one hand on the steering wheel, the other pressed to my stomach. I can barely breathe.
Right in front of me…clear as day…is the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in a long time.
Clinton.
Frozen.
Staring at his best friend Richard, tied to a pole. Completely naked.
I lean back against my car, savoring it like fine wine. Money can’t buy this. This is earned joy. Pure art.
Richard looks like a sad statue. His shoulders slump. His face is red. His eyes might actually cry. The rope cuts into his skin. He keeps crossing his legs, but there’s nowhere to hide anything.
Priceless.
But the best part is Clinton. His mouth slightly open, jaw tight, eyes wide like his whole world just burned down.
Oh yeah. Drink it in.
He looks like he’s
