Max - Bey Deckard Page 0,46

“But meenkia you did somet’ing fuckin’ stupid.” Leaning down, Vinny stared hard at Max. “All right. Only because diss is de first offense… two days, capice?”

“Thank you. Thank you, Vinny. Two days, I promise.”

“Okay. And you should clean diss fuckin’ dump—you’re a grown fuckin’ man, not a fuckin’ animal,” Vinny said, looking around with disgust. Then he shimmied his belt up higher on his belly and flicked something off his sleeve. “Well den, I’ll leave you wit’ de boys… didn’t come all diss way not to give ’em de little fun I promised, eh?”

“What?” Max took a few shallow breaths, his eyes darting to Crane.

Vinny straightened and walked towards the front door. “I’ll wait in de car. I ain’t fuckin’ watchin’ it. An’ hurry it up, boys.”

Crane crawled forward on his knees, his cries muffled by the duct tape as Max was pushed face down on the carpet and held there by Bulldog while the other pulled his shorts and boxers down and then undid his own fly. Ponytail then looked up at Crane who was inching closer, no plan in his head except doing whatever he could to save Max.

“Come any closer, faggot, and I’ll crush his balls under my knee,” the man warned him, so Crane stopped, his whole body so tense he was shaking, and watched as the big man rolled a condom over his thick cock and then thrust himself into Max.

Max yelled and begged until Bulldog punched him in the head to shut him up. Crane started to sob when Max locked eyes with him, his expression vacant and face pale. The rape lasted only a few minutes, but then Bulldog wanted a turn. They didn’t even have to hold Max down; he was past resisting. Tears rolled down Crane’s cheeks, and he felt nauseous and furious and utterly powerless to stop what was happening. When the second man was done, they simply walked out of the condo and closed the door quietly behind them.

Crane fell onto his side and worked his legs through his arms so his wrists were tied in front of him, and ripped off the duct tape as soon as he got to his feet.

“Max, oh God, Max. Are you okay? Shit…” He ran to the kitchen and used a knife to cut through the zip tie. When he got back to Max, the young man was lying in the fetal position, his eyes staring at nothing. “Oh Christ, Max,” moaned Crane, falling to his knees. He pulled Max up into his arms and buried his face in the dark curls, rocking him gently. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that happened to you. Oh God. Max, say something? Are you okay? We’ll get through this.”

Max shuddered against him, and Crane wondered if he was crying. He kissed the top of Max’s head.

“You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay,” he murmured, his mind reeling. “Oh Max, please say something? Anything? Oh God… I just love you so much…” Crane opened his eyes. He hadn’t meant to say that, it sort of just slipped out, but he realized it was true. He loved Max. Absolutely, he loved Max. He had tears in his eyes again, and he hugged Max tight, his chest hurting from the swell of emotion that threatened to choke him. “I love you.” Saying it again felt so good.

“Huh.” Max pushed Crane away and stared at him for a few seconds, his expression impassive, Then, with a humourless smile, Max stood painfully and pulled his shorts back up.

“Max?”

“Well… That’s that, then, I guess,” Max said and shrugged. His eye was so swollen that it was nearly shut.

While Crane hadn’t really been expecting an impassioned reaction to his declaration of love, given Max’s emotional range, he was crestfallen that Max’s response wasn’t even lukewarm. “What are you talking about? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“You can’t take a shower! You’re not supposed to wash after being raped… to preserve evidence…”

“Evidence for the police?” Max laughed as he went into the bathroom. “You’re funny. You have no idea how funny, right now, but you’re funny.”

Crane followed him to the bathroom but found he had locked the door behind him. Max was in shock, that was clear. He was acting strange because of the trauma of the assault, but they had to go to the police… Crane groaned, a thought occurring to him. They couldn’t go to the police if Vinny had something on Max—there was no telling how Max