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CHASE'S POV"No..." Chase mumbled, almost pleading, fingers tight on his crotch, "Not again. I have to finish."This ticked Mr Boulevard right into action, sprinting around the couch and yanking the woman by the arm. "You ungrateful fucking whore! After I gave you everything!""Marcus, no! I love you, you know I—""After I scraped your worthless ass off the streets! After I clothed and sheltered you—""Marcus!""After I gave you a life, Selene!" He seized her movement: fingers clenched around her arms, holding her close to his leaned-in face. "This is what you turn around and do to me!" His voice cracked on impact with the weight of his words, but all Chase was concerned with was getting his handy or blowy once and for all.He didn't care if Mr. Boulevard did it himself. The poor kid just needed it done. He imagined the mayor sucking him dry, and it was an intriguing thought. In fact, he didn't mind it at all."You are an evil woman, Selene." Mr. Boulevard spoke with precision. "I should have left you as the worthless stray you were—are!"Chase stood up and buckled his jeans. When he looked up, Jason's silver gaze met his. His posture straightened as he had just shot himself down the stairs.After putting together what all the commotion was about, he let loose his breath.He appeared to be disappointed, but Chase knew that beneath all of that, there was pride. Chase really got her in his pants, just like he said he would.The man suddenly pushed his wife away and looked over at Jason, his gaze then shifting over to Chase. He faced his woman and delivered a blow that should have cracked her jaw.She fell back onto the couch, writhing in pain."A child!" He roared, "A fucking child?"Chase didn't give himself the time to think. He just sprang, lunging unto the man's dense build. They both fell back. The moment they touched the ground, Chase pounded the man's face in, bloodying his knuckles and clutching the man's collar for added support.The man was considerably larger than Chase, but there was something Chase had the man could only dream of.And that... was youth.The man did not give in easily, though. He clutched Chase's neck, the both of them noticeably struggling as Jason stood by the stairs, observing.The blood rushed to Chase's head. He felt as if arteries were popping within him, but he wouldn't back down until the man's face was smothered in his own blood. He hit a woman, and the reason didn't matter to Chase. He knew he couldn't go home and look his mother in the eyes had he let that slide.Suddenly, the man let go and threw Chase off himself. The sixteen-year-old only leapt right back on, unscathed, not allowing the man a breath. Chase did not relent in the dismantling of his Mayor, to the point it was getting ridiculous.Marcus had to end it as soon as possible. He threw Chase off once more and used the little time he had to reach his handgun, pointing it in the boy's face before he had the chance to leap back on.Chase got too heated and didn't consider the man having a gun. He retreated with his arms hoisted slightly in the air. The man sat up, not allowing his gun to falter."Marcus." Jason finally intervened, his body language mirroring his friend's."I don't even want to hear it." The man finally rose to his feet. "You bring this ruffian into my house, who not only stimulates my wife's pedophilia—but also has the audacity to lay his fucking hands on me."Jason steadily made his way over to the man, searching for sympathy. "He's a dumb kid, Marc-""I should kill him!" This startled everyone, but Jason still made his way over."Oh, yes. You definitely should." Jason said and Chase nodded, his trust unmeasured when it came to his bud. "But you're too heated right now. You know how you get, you throw your silly little tantrum, act on your feelings, and then you regret it later." He took a moment. "I'm your good friend, Marcus. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you fuck up.""Jase, I am not in the mood right now... to talk." He said every single word carefully, wavering the gun."What are you gonna do then, huh? Shoot him? Ruin your expensive-ass carpet? Trust me, blood is not coming out of that, and even after, who do you think's gonna help you clean up? Not me. That's my buddy's corpse. Your wife? Doesn't have the capabilities." There was a beat. "Let's not even mention Peyton." He was close enough to the man, inspecting the gun and Mr. Boulevard's face, whose eyes never left Chase. "Plus, look at him. Tall, rowdy, Mexican-with-colored-eyes, ugly Greek-looking-ass nose, and that entitled attitude. That's not only a Sinner, Marcus, that's also Luke's blood, Adriano's kid. You do not wanna shoot him."The man finally looked at Jason and thought for a moment before dropping his hands at his sides. Chase sighed in relief, watching as the man walked away to what he assumed was the kitchen.On the way, the man said over his shoulder and through his teeth. "I do not ever want to see either of you in my house again.""Of course." Jason returned, gesturing to Chase for them to leave.Chase looked at the woman and whispered, 'I'll call you'. For this, he earned a smack behind the head from Jason."Ah!" He protested, still maintaining the hushed tone. "Bro, what the-""Don't be shitty. Let's go."After that, they walked through the front door. Jason carefully closed it."Should've locked that when we came in." Murmured Chase. "It would've bought us time. We would've heard the keys and shit." Jason only looked at him with no expression, allowing his tightened lips to do all the talking. "What?"When they reached the car, Jason dragged his hands through his hair and said, "That's business you fucked up there, you idiot.""Bebé," Chase cooed. "You know how much of a dick rider that guy is for you? He'd definitely let that slide."Jason didn't say a word until they entered the car. "He wasn't 'riding my dick' back there, by the way. Chambers were empty. He was just threatening you.""Joder!" Blurted Chase. "If he pulled that trigger to scare me. Man, I would've shit myself." Jason held back a chuckle. "Sobre Dios..."Chase started the car and reversed, imagining alternate ways in which that situation could have unfolded. This was how he entertained himself.Jason smelled his fingers."What do they smell like?" Chase asked, grinning."Hm?""Your fingers.""Tsk... precum, pussy, and squirrel blood."Chase laughed, "Ew, man. You touched her with that shit.""Nah, I... I used my pinkie.""You're disgusting.""Oh, shut up. You know you love it." Jason smiled, motioning for a blowjob. "Part two?""Of course," Chase replied and Jason chuckled. After that, they put down the windows to feel the late-night wind in their hair. "It's so weird how we always run around with women to please us..." Jason bobbed his head. "But at the end of the day—""—It's always just you and me...""We're so fucking gay bro.""No. Don't say that." Jason returned with haste. "I love living in denial."They glanced at each other before sharing a chuckle, savouring the moment as they drove deep into the night before them.✩✩✩