Chapter 17After Ian’s eighteenth birthday present, the three days of torture that ushered in his adulthood, Ian flourished. He fought harder, played harder, lived as if each second would be his last.
Out by the sheds, jeans dirtied by mud, he knelt and blew the newest guard. A twenty-something guy named Kevin. Ian sensed him getting close as Kevin held him tight by the back of his neck and took what he wanted. And Ian let him.
“Ian!”
A sharp voice cut through his lust addled brain. Kevin reeled back, reaching for his pants, stammering apologies. Ian fell back as Rhys, his expression murderous, shoved Kevin against the shed, hand around his throat.
Ian scrambled to his feet, protesting. But, Rhys ordered him to be quiet, rounding on the shaking man he held in his grasp.
“If I see you w
