Double the Heat Brewed by The Asylum-Part Thirteen

 

 

Off the random schedule again, but there's been a lot going on! Two things I'll share now. One, this is the second to last post for this story and you're getting them back to back before this is published in ebook and print format. Like last time, there will be a special coupon for those who've followed on the blog to get the ebook for .99.

And two, we have a tentative release date for Broken Justice!

Last year, the plan was to publish Stolen Justice on my birthday. That didn't quite pan out, so take two! lol I know I said August, but I figured this would be special. If all goes well, you'll be getting the book on September 3rd!

I'm really excited to share it with you, along with everything else that's coming for The Asylum.

Until then...

Happy Reading!

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A last minute, pop star social media blast brought out the crowds, but one with a few days advance? Absolute fucking mayham. Matt rubbed his hands over his face as he let Avery take over the cash and took a step back to down the rest of the energy drink he’d swiped from Wren that morning. Anniston Falls might have its own resident celebrities, but it wasn’t like New York City or LA and the locals weren’t used to seeing Jamie and Danny around. Hell, most of their fans only had online access to them since they didn’t do tours.

Which meant even a small show attracted people from all over. Jamie had promised between tickets to limit the number inside the cafe and the promise of future performances, things wouldn’t get too crazy, but…

Are those Canadian flags?

Okay, they weren’t that far from the border—the Florida license plates he’d spotted after sneaking around from the back to observe the impromptu street party were a lot more extreme—but what about this was like the cozy cafes in Manhattan?

So far, there weren’t too many people inside the cafe, those with tickets were being herded into a pretty orderly lineup by Connor and Shea, both men taking on bouncer roles without even being asked, which he was grateful for. But the street was packed.

How the hell are we gonna get rid of all of them?

The back door opened, Reed grinning at him as he led the other subs in, all done up in their industrial-style uniforms—longer skirts as promised—wigs various natural shades, though Pike had a blue streak in his hip length blond hair. Reed’s wig was all bouncy auburn curls, held away from his face with a sparkly headband, his lips shiny and bubblegum pink and his eyeliner silver. Not too outrageous, but with the burst of energy coming from his co-sub, Matt didn’t give a damn how funky this whole thing was.

Altogether, there would be seven extra pairs of hands to manage the inflow of customers. The Doms were making their way into the cafe from the front, watchful eyes on their subs, and if things got out of hand, they’d likely help too.

This might...actually work out.

“That’s what I like to see.” Reed pressed a kiss to Matt’s cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the mark he’d left. “This whole thing is gonna be wicked and with all of us here, you’ll actually be able to take a sec and enjoy what you’ve created.” He brought his lips close to Matt’s ear. “And sample the entertainment.”

Before Matt could give all the reasons why Reed shouldn’t bring that up now—hell, he still wasn’t sure when or how he was gonna take his win—the cafe door opened, Shea holding it for a flustered Keiran who was carrying half a dozen cake boxes. Jacks stepped up to Keiran’s side, taking half of them and snapping a glare at a few teens crowded near the entrance.

Weird, Jacks had never really had that ‘look’ before, the one that got people moving like some of the more hardcore Doms—he was too warm and friendly—but he’d been spending more time on the merc-side. Hopefully, it wouldn’t erase his sunny, care-free personality.

The touch of edginess was kinda hot on him, though.

“Sorry, I was hoping to get these to you before things started filling up, but I didn’t realize how many last minute things I still needed to do for the restaurant. Why did I let Rhodey talk me into opening a week early? This is going to be a disaster.” Keiran set the boxes on the counter, a smile tugging at his lips when Wren grabbed a napkin and dabbed it against Keiran’s sweaty temples. “Thank you, mi alma.”

“Well, I was opening the cafe first to see how the locals would react. With all this extra publicity, it makes sense to use some of it to get the restaurant some exposure.” Matt gave Keiran an encouraging smile, the other sub’s uncertainty making him feel a bit better about his own. Keiran had been planning his restaurant for years. Between him and Dallas, not a single thing hadn’t been considered.

But when you wanted something this bad, when you’d fought so hard to reach a goal, it was hard not to be a bit scared that it would all come crashing down. Especially when life had a way of testing convictions and making hope seem like something only a fool would hold on to.

There was nothing like proving it wrong.

Drawing in a deep breath, Keiran gave a firm nod. “True. And everything was...pretty much done. I just really wanted to be here to celebrate with you and help out. If you need me to clear tables or anything, just let me know?”

“I will, but I think I’m good.” Matt glanced over to where Avery was giving the other subs instructions on manning the tables and how to make the basic drinks. He was a bit worried about Avery’s unique style of customer service spreading—the guy seemed to be doing better, though. Shifting his attention to the boxes, Matt waved Keiran to the other side of the counter before opening them. “Damn, Keiran. You outdid yourself.”

Keiran put an arm around his shoulders, the edges of his lips quirking. “I told you it would be special. I also couldn’t sleep last night, so you get the benefits.”

Inside the first box were cupcakes all decorated with the Roadhouse Cafe logo and metallic sprinkles on black icing. The next two boxes held macarons in every colour of the rainbow. Another box of cupcakes, then one filled with different kinds of chocolates and fudge.

There was no way Matt could resist swiping one before putting on some gloves and setting them all up in the display case. He groaned as the rich chocolate filled with salted caramel melted on his tongue. “If I didn’t know how incredible your cooking was, I’d tell you to open a bakery. Wait, no, you’d be competition. I’d beg Lawson to offer you whatever you wanted so you’d come work for me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how—”

“Orgasmic his food is? I know, right?” Pike grabbed a cupcake, dodging out of reach when Matt made a playful grab at him. He almost choked on the icing as he tripped on his Mary Janes, his blonde hair sweeping over his face as he rammed into Rhodey and landed on his ass. He gaped up at Rhodey, freeing the wig hair from where it was sticking his lips. “Someone should put a bell on you. Like Jamie did with LD last week. Only it should be a fucking cow bell so there’s plenty of warning.”

Rhodey smirked and plucked Pike to his feet by the collar of his shirt. “Danny told me about that. LD bit Jamie, so let that be a lesson, Gizmo. But I break necks, not skin.”

“Are you threatening to kill me again?” Pike didn’t look too worried as he went back to munching on his partially squashed cupcake.

The question got him a broad grin as Rhodey cleaned some icing out of the sub’s hair, then winked at him. “I wouldn’t let you die, I kinda like you now that you’re someone else’s problem. Now get back to work.” He sucked the icing off his thumb, then helped himself to a cupcake, which got him an exasperated look from Keiran. Noticing, he hooked his fingers to Keiran’s collar and tugged him close, claiming his lips. “No working here tonight for you. Enjoy the show, you’ve got enough on your plate. Relax. That’s an order.”

Wrinkling his nose, Keiran leaned back against Dallas, who’d come in with the same stealth as Rhodey. though his sub seemed to automatically sense his presence. “Yes, sir, but...if things get nuts, I can help, right?”

“What makes you think I’d allow that?”

“You can’t control everything.”

Rhodey snorted and glanced at Dallas. “Remind me to add a gag to my keychain, I need it handy for when he’s being ridiculous.”

Snickering, Dallas wrapped his arms around Keiran and kissed his neck. “But they’re so cute when they’re silly. You know you love it.” His gaze drifted over to where Avery appeared to be stealing someone’s child. “Is the baby fever catching? You have explained to him that snatching Ana was an exception to the norm, right?”

Not waiting to hear the answer, Matt cut across the cafe as Avery carried the little boy with fluffy black curls and dark brown skin right past the roped off area around the stage, where there were a few dozen seats waiting for the ticket holders to be allowed in. Other customers could still use the main area, but they’d be limited to the number of tables.

Keeping his voice calm, Matt gave Avery a level look as he soothed the sniffling toddler. “Do I wanna know why you took the kid?”

Avery blinked at him, speaking slowly as though wondering why it wasn’t obvious. “He was crying and his mom looked tired.”

“O-kay…” Matt’s brow furrowed. “You could give him crayons or something—didn’t I show you where I keep those coloring placemats?”

A distracted nod was all he got as Avery sat the kid down right on the middle seat in front of the stage. “There you go, Chad. You can save the seat next to you for your mom and you won’t have to worry about all the big people in your way. If anyone stands in front of you, let me know and I’ll break their legs.”

The little boy, Chad, giggled, giving Avery an awed look. “Really? Boom-Pow like Batman?”

“Exactly like Batman.” Avery smiled at the toddler, then straightened, turning his attention to Matt. “His mother’s a nurse from the General and she just got off shift. Jared saved a couple of tickets for her and her son—Chad’s a big fan of both Jamie and Danny. But she’s exhausted and she needs to sit down for a bit to enjoy her coffee. Chad was afraid he’d be stuck in the back and all the teens would be in front of the stage. I found a solution.”

Threats of bodily harm to the other customers wasn’t ideal, but Matt couldn’t fault Avery stepping up for this little boy and his mom. The only problem was the kid couldn’t be left here by himself. Looking back toward the cafe, Matt snorted as he caught Keiran subtly directing the other subs while Rhodey and Dallas weren’t looking. With Coal taking care of making sure to refill coffee beans and supplies, and Wren keeping everything spotless, Reed, Tay, and Pike could manage everything else while Matt focused on the specialty drinks.

“All right, you stay here with him until his mom comes, then you can stick around with Shea to make sure no one rushes the stage.” Matt nodded to himself, loving how everything was coming together. His lips twitched. “I’m assuming your Doms will lend a hand as needed.”

Avery nodded. “Of course. Rhodey agreed to come only if Noah stuck ‘backstage’. He’s a bit worried that all the crazy fans being so close to Jamie might set Noah off.” A smirk hinted at his lips. “Jared’s worried about Wren and he was pretty stressed, so he’s stuck in the back too. Lawson wanted things ‘normal’ for you, and Seth said that would only happen if overprotective Doms weren’t hovering and growling at everyone. That’s why him and Quint are sitting at a table and not keeping Pike on a short leash. Keiran’s almost as good at sub-wrangling as Quint, but he’s the most normal of us all so it doesn’t come off the same. Pretty much everyone will let you and him be in charge unless shit goes sideways.”

That was...good to know. Matt wasn’t sure what to think about Keiran being considered more ‘normal’ than him, but coming from Avery? The other sub wouldn’t take into account Keiran being a merc. Or specializing in poisons. Or being an ex-pornstar.

And Keiran was pretty level-headed. Matt’s pride wanted to object, but honestly? He didn’t mind being second most normal. He couldn’t imagine having anyone other than Keiran by his side, taking the lead for something like this. Setting up the cafe and the restaurant together, all they’d gone through to get where they were today?

Matt had gone from having very few friends to so many he could count on in different ways. He didn’t mind taking charge at the cafe, but when it came down to it? Keiran was a natural and he loved how having the man near made even the most impossible seeming task doable. Lawson was the one who’d encouraged Matt to make his dream a reality, who’d been there every step of the way, guiding him when he was unsure, but Keiran was...inspiring. Friends like that were a push in the right direction, making you see the path they’d paved until all that ambition and drive got you caught up, the doubts you had fading because they’d believed in you all along.

And the feeling was mutual. Keiran didn’t trip up much, but when he did, Matt was right there, telling him ‘you’ve got this’.

“Thanks, man.” Matt clapped Avery on the shoulder, holding his gaze for a moment, the other sub yet another person who’d been supportive in his own way. He didn’t express it like Keiran, or even Reed did, but he was right here all along, picking up the slack without even needing to be asked. He acted like him doing so should be obvious and it was...kinda cool, thinking where that came from.

Avery craved the kind of teamwork he’d had with his family when he was little. Matt never really looked too much into it, the guy told him little bits now and then like it didn’t matter.

But he considered Matt one of ‘his people’.

Which was fucking cool.

Smiling at him and patting the back of his hand, Avery held his gaze for a moment before turning his attention back to the toddler. Leaving them, Matt wandered over to the thick red curtains which hid the inlaid sliding door to the restaurant. It almost disappeared into the wall, and no one would notice it unless they knew what to look for. The addition was an extra bit of security, in case either he or Keiran needed to get out quick and the exits were blocked.

Hopefully, they’d never have to use it for anything other than what they were using it for today, which was a space for Jamie and Danny to warm up before they hit the stage.

Sitting in the middle of one of the larger tables Curtis had made for Keiran, in solid oak polished to a dark shine, a blanket under him to protect the wood, Jamie was sipping tea and tipping his face up while Noah framed his eyes with smudged, black eyeliner. This time, there were no colours. Jamie was sticking with the look his fans were used to. His platinum blond hair was gelled into soft spikes and he was wearing skin tight black jeans with a flowy white shirt that had ruffles on it and loose ties over his chest.

Very Hollywood, but...it didn’t grate at Matt like it would’ve once. The way things were now he could admire the sexy style and the man who so many were gathering for just a glimpse of.

And a lot of people would be leaving here disappointed for missing the chance.

“How bad is it out there?” Jamie held still as Noah finished with his eyeliner, chewing at his bottom lip and showing the first sign of nerves. “It was getting OTT when we snuck over around the back. I’m so freakin’ sorry, man. I was on all my socials explaining to everyone how it was gonna be, but they don’t always listen.”

On the floor, eyes wide, gripping the neck of his guitar like he was strangling it and trying out for a top spot in Rhodey’s band on the merc-side, Danny glanced toward the windows. The restaurant already had bullet-proof glass, and there were thick white curtains drawn over most of them, but a few were parted just a little like the two subs had been peeking out.

Sinking into his big blue hoodie, Danny spoke under his breath. “There are fire regulations for a reason. There’s not too many people. I won’t get trampled and then burn to death. Limbs are solid.”

The mantra sounded like something Stephan might’ve told Danny to remind himself when he was anxious, but the last? Matt hit a blank. He blinked at Danny. “Limbs are solid?”

Eyeliner done, Jamie slid to the edge of the table and reached out to take Danny’s hand, answering for him. “Ever since Trevor pushed him off the stage, into the crowd, he’s been imagining being ripped apart. I didn’t know until recently, but...yeah, that would’ve fucked me up too. Wren tried to explain what tools would be needed to do that—you can imagine that didn’t help.”

Lifting Danny off the floor into his lap, Jared spoke softly. “Jacks, Shea, and Rhodey will be right by the stage to make sure no one gets close. I will be behind that curtain if either of you needs me and so will Noah. Yes, the stage is smaller, but that gives no one more access to you than they ever should have had.”

“Thank you, sir. I know that. I really do.” Danny curved up against Jared’s chest, tucking his face against the Dom’s shoulder. “I want to do this, I just… Broadway shows were so much easier. People were...not the same. They wouldn’t…” He swallowed. “It’s okay. I know it’s okay.”

Matt inhaled slowly, not even wanting to think of how fucked up it would’ve been to be surrounded by fans who had no boundaries. Who saw their idols as products, as belonging to them. Danny had been pretty young when that shit happened and his reaction said it had left a huge fucking impact.

If he thought tonight would be anything like that? He’d cancel, no second thought. Danny was his friend and he knew the guy got scared about a lot of things, but this was a real fear, based on a traumatic experience.

Not for the first time, Matt wished Trevor was around so he could kick that asshole’s teeth into his skull. Exchanging a look with Jamie, he could see the other sub felt the same.

Rubbing Danny’s arms, Jared spoke softly. “I can give you something to help. Simply say the word.”

“I appreciate it, but no, sir. It’ll make my mouth dry and I’ll sound horrible.” Danny pressed his eyes shut, then nodded a little. “We never had people like you around. This will be better.” A little smile hinted at his lips. “And there won’t be a jerk director for Coal to break.”

Jamie snorted, hopping off the table and tugging at the hand he still had clasped to Danny’s. “I was worried it would be bad for business, but when I got over that? It was kinda epic. We should sick Coal on all the industry types that give us a hard time.”

“The poor kid would never get a break.” Danny inhaled slowly, his guitar hanging by his side,a look of determination taking over the one of fear. “I...think this will be cool. I don’t want to do big shows, not right now, but something small, close to home? It’ll be nice to interact with a small group of fans, rather than a faceless mass, you know?”

Sliding his arm around Danny’s waist, Jamie nodded. “I totally get it. And they get three of your songs, right off the bat. No asshole Trevor shutting you down because he couldn’t come up with something original if Rhodey had a knife to his stomach and was threatening to spill his guts unless he wrote his own chorus.”

Danny paled a bit at that and Jared chuckled, rubbing his arms and drawing Jamie closed to nip at his neck. “Wren is having an influence on you. Shall we retire the horror pillow?”

Horror pillow?

“Uh...please no? I still need it to hide under when I don’t have you or Noah’s arms.” Jamie bit the tip of his tongue, tipping his head to smile up at his second Dom. “I’m cool with more stuff, but not haunted dolls, or chainsaw killers, or swimming pools full of bones.”

This all seemed to be distracting Danny. Kinda. He looked like he was ready to find the nearest loose floorboard to hide under, though.

Matt cleared his throat. “I, umm, wanted to ask what you were gonna do about all the fans outside. Are they gonna riot when we lock the doors during your performance?”

“No, but I have an idea.” Jamie brushed his hand over Danny’s head. “You don’t gotta come if you don’t wanna. I can handle them.”

“I’m good.” Danny squared his shoulders. “You’re right, Rhodey will keep everyone back. And this is nothing like when we were just...you know.”

Understanding filled Jamie’s eyes as he put his arm around Danny’s shoulders. “Products no one really gave a shit about unless they could make money off us? Nope. People here actually care. It feels good, don’t it?”

As much as Matt had hated Jamie’s elitist attitude, he didn’t envy that part of the life he’d led. When his talents had been exploited for the gains of a big label, no one giving a damn about who he or Danny were as people, just using them for entertainment value. No amount of money could make up for being used that way.

But both men were in control now, getting to choose how much they’d give. Sharing directly with their fans with less and less influence from the mainstream corporate beast. He couldn’t claim the credit for that, not really, but he was glad he was playing a small part in it. That it was his stage Jamie and Danny could use for that kind of freedom.

Stopping Jamie before he could head out the front door, Noah took out his phone and spoke quickly to whoever was on the other end. He nodded at whatever they were saying, then cupped Jamie’s cheek. “You impress me, every single day. I’ll be waiting right here while you stand in the spotlight. While you own it. So fucking proud of the man you’ve become.”

Blinking fast, Jamie stared into his Dom’s eyes. “I never had someone I wanted to be proud of me before. This...isn’t even for me. I wanted to help Matt a bit, but he didn’t need it. He could’ve done it on his own so I can’t claim a huge part, I just...smoothed the way a bit.”

“Yes, and that’s why it means so much. You had nothing to gain and you did it anyway.” Noah bent down to kiss Jamie’s lips. “But those are your fans out there and it’ll be nice for them to get to see you, if only for a moment. Even though things have changed, you’re still giving them so much. And they’ll wait until you can give them more.”

Taking out his phone, Matt messaged Keiran to make sure everything in the cafe was running smoothly, relieved at the quick response, along with a photo that showed the place hadn’t been overrun. He didn’t want to stay away too long, but Jamie and Danny’s show was his responsibility, as was the crowd outside. If they couldn’t handle it, he’d have to.

Somehow.

Outside, Connor had come over to the front of the restaurant to put up a barrier and move the crowd back. Rhodey was standing at the door of the cafe, not having to do much to keep people away. Dallas and Shea spread out, Jacks crossing the short span between the front of the cafe and the restaurant to check on Danny, speaking quietly to Jared, then nodding and pulling Danny into his arms just inside the door of the restaurant.

A few fans spotted Danny, then Jamie who was a step behind him. High pitched screams sounded, shouts and even some crying. Cameras flashed as Jamie strode forward, waving his hands over his head and laughing until everyone quieted down.

“Wow, you guys are...seriously?” Jamie waved his hands again as the crowd went nuts. “I don’t have a mic out here, so you gotta be quiet.”

Silence filled the streets. From knowing the guy for years, Matt understood, on some level, that the man had this power. He was a celebrity. He had millions of fans around the world, platinum records, awards, the whole thing. But that control was something he’d gladly given up when he’d come to The Asylum. Not always easily, it was a whole new way of life, but seeing where he’d come from, up close and personal?

Matt could respect how much he’d grown. What he’d given up for what he really wanted.

“This isn’t a stadium and neither me or Danny really wanna do that anymore. Who needs it? Like, for real, I could perform for people who can afford five hundred dollar tickets, or I can do livestreams and be there for all of you. And do small stuff like this. But…” Jamie looked over the crowd as they leaned forward, anticipating his every word. “If the cops come and shut us down, this whole thing will be an epic fail. So how about we try something? Me and Danny will sing one song for you out here. Then we’ll livestream the rest of the show and do a giveaway every time we perform here. Does that sound good?”

The immediate reaction was a roar of approval, but with the command Jamie had over his audience, Matt was pretty sure he’d have gotten that if he’d told them all to light themselves on fire. It was like a fucking cult.

Not in a bad way, though. Because Jamie wasn’t an egotistical maniac.

And Matt didn’t serve Kool-Aid.

Leaning back against the wide window of the restaurant, Matt gave himself a few minutes to enjoy the familiar song Jamie and Danny sang, while Danny played the melody on his guitar. The crowd held up their phones, swaying and singing along. More cameras flashed, and the press sticking to the far side of the street were recording every moment. From where Jamie and Danny were standing, both Keiran’s restaurant and Matt’s cafe would be on display for the whole thing.

Exposure like this couldn’t be bought, but it was more than that. He got to share something with Jamie. The man had new dreams, new plans for the future and while Jamie was part of what Matt was building, Matt was able to be a part of what Jamie was working towards too.

And it felt...really really good.

Once the song ended, Jamie and Danny signed a few autographs before heading back in and no one complained. The crowd thinned out, everyone looking happy. The promise of something more in store seem to satisfy them.

Inside, things were orderly as well since the ticket holders hadn’t wanted to rush in and miss what was going on outside. Chad’s mother was with him now, presenting her son with one of the T-shirts Jamie had printed for the events, whispering thanks to Avery with tears in her eyes. The little boy also had a big lollipop and a box of chocolates. Matt looked toward the main area of the cafe and Reed winked at him as he served tables, the sparkles on his skin dancing in the light.

Jamie and Danny got on the stage Curtis had made for them and those seated around it were quiet as they began the first song, a cover the original band had done in its inception, but it was deeper now. Full of more feeling, showing the boys who’d become men had experienced lives beyond they had when they’d been restricted by the label. Their voices had always been amazing, but that was the difference between being submissive to a loving Dom and being submissive to money and power.

A good Dom saw potential beyond an investment. He would encourage growth and individuality. He was responsible for nourishing it.

And whatever the flaws of both Jamie and Danny’s Doms, they hadn’t failed in that. The security and love they’d given had both men flourishing and it was awesome to see.

Matt smiled and tipped his head up as solid arms wrapped around him. “Hello, sir.”

“Hello, my boy.” Lawson pressed his lips to Matt’s temple. “I was hoping I wouldn’t miss the whole thing, my meeting dragged on longer than expected. Curtis is on his way. His training was put on hold, but Vani doesn’t want him getting sloppy. From the sounds of it, his time at the shooting range with her went well.”

Despite where Curtis came from, thinking of him as a merc was impossible. Rather than trying to fit it in his head, Matt looked at it like he was moonlighting as special security, a bit like Shea and Connor.

But if his ‘special’ jobs were dangerous, Matt wanted him prepared, so he didn’t complain when his Dom was gone.

And so long as Lawson wasn’t busting through glass windows to save people, he was good with him doing his own thing too. He relaxed into Lawson’s hold. “Was this meeting with one of Vani’s people again?”

“Yes. It’s good for us to keep tight relations with her and I know she feels the same between her organization and Rhodey’s. It might be difficult to imagine the corporate side of things, but those mercs need to be paid somehow and they don’t come cheap.” Lawson held him close, speaking softly as the guitar riff at the end of the song trailed off. “I have some paperwork to do before tomorrow, but I couldn’t miss this.”

“I think…” Matt pressed his tongue into his bottom lip. “I mean, this was kinda a special event, but since it’s going good, they’ll do it again. I’m gonna go back and make some fancy coffee and just...enjoy this. That I really did it, you know?” He turned in Lawson’s arms to face him. “I’ll feel better if you get some rest. I don’t gotta be there for every important meeting and this is...like, the same thing? You made sure I had something of my own and...I love it. I’m really happy, sir. In the morning I’ll tell you all about it.”

Lawson smiled and inclined his head. “Far be it for me to debate such a reasonable request from my husband. Very well, I will turn in early so we may discuss all this over coffee in the morning.” He leaned in and gave Matt a deep kiss. “I hope you’re building a list of employees you trust to take over, because I plan to take you to work with me next week.”

“I’d love that, sir.” Matt bunched his hands in Lawson’s dark blue shirt, not caring that he was wrinkling it since he’d wash and iron it tomorrow. He couldn’t really imagine what Lawson’s work was like, but now that his Dom has seen his cafe, seen his job outside the club, Matt wanted to get a glimpse of Lawson’s too.

Another kiss and Lawson slowly left, sighing heavily when Jared shot him a look, like he was reminding him of the ‘rules’ for him getting medical approval for the ring. Matt had a feeling Jared was just as protective of Lawson as he was, and was using that approval like a carrot to make sure Lawson took care of himself.

They were definitely on the same page there.

There were ten songs on the list Jamie had prepared and he went through them all, talking to the fans between each, handing the mic over to Danny and encouraging him to say a few words as well. At one point, Jamie invited Chad up to the stage to sing with them. The little boy hardly got a word out, he was crying so hard, but the crowd loved it and gently urged him on until he made it through the whole chorus.

It was the last song and before Chad jumped off the stage into his mother’s arms, Danny stood and approached the edge. Paused, looking over at Shea who’d stepped forward, eyeing the curious people in the front row.

“When you weren’t so afraid, you sang very well.” Danny crouched down in front of Chad and his mother. “Come to the center. Me and Jamie can teach you to use that amazing voice of yours. You have a big future ahead of you.” He took the guitar off his shoulder and held it out. “Because you were so brave, I want you to have this. I know how much it takes to be strong like that. And…” He swallowed. “You’ve got an incredible mom who will help you with it.”

Chad’s mother’s eyes went wide. “I couldn’t possibly…” She lowered her voice. “I appreciate this, young man, but I can’t afford those lessons. Chad is in an advanced program in daycare so I can get him into the private school.”

“We have scholarships and...and…” Danny’s face went red. He chewed on his bottom lip like he regretted saying a thing.

Jamie came up behind him. “Anniston Prep considers extracurricular activities for their acceptance. My mother-in-law was considering it for her daughter, but Ana...is not the private school type. It’s a good place, though. Bring Chad by The Center and we’ll show you what we have to offer. One of my partners is a doctor and he speaks very highly of you. I’d love to be able to give you something for all you give to the community with your work at the hospital.”

Damn…

As the mother nodded, thanking Jamie over and over, Matt noticed all the camera crews were gone. A lot of the time he’d assumed Jamie was putting on a show with his charity, and even with the center, but this was different. He hadn’t even noticed the woman or her son at first, Avery had. Then Danny wanted to do more, but he didn’t feel like he was in the right position.

Jamie had been groomed for that position and he’d learned how to use it in a positive way. Just like that, he was changing a young boy’s life.

And there would be nothing broadcast, no headlines.

Just something genuine given for no other reason than Jamie had it to offer.

Fuck, Matt wished he’d known someone like him when he’d been younger. After his mother died. If not for himself, for Garret.

But...he had that now. As much as he regretted how little he’d been able to give his brother growing up, now Garret was following his own dreams. Living in a nice place. Eating good food. Happy and healthy.

The gang had tried to take that away from them both, but they’d lost the power. And they couldn’t get it back. No matter how scared Matt still was of Dayes, it was something the man didn’t have over him anymore.

He’d never be desperate enough to take anything he had to offer again.

More than the threats and intimidation, that was a big part of what had almost destroyed Matt. Being in a position where he’d have to leave his brother in jail if he didn’t accept Dayes’ ‘charity’. He remembered Garret being so proud, bringing money home when the power was cut off and the little food they had in the fridge had gone bad. Matt wanted to refuse it, wanted to salvage his pride and keep his brother out of trouble, but they had to eat.

The power Dayes took had been...overwhelming. It was how he trapped so many of the young people in Anniston Falls. Even the best kids would give in when offered a way to support their families. When given gifts of things they could never afford themselves.

As he watched Chad take the guitar, it hit him how different it was. When something was offered out of kindness, and when it came with a debt that might as well be written in blood.

Turning away from the touching scene, he went to the main area of the cafe. The dwindling crown was happy. Everyone had their drinks. No one seemed to want anything special.

Going to the storage area to check on Coal, Matt was surprised to find it empty. Coal’s phone had been left on a box that was half opened. Coffee beans were scattered on the floor.

Picking up the phone, Matt glanced at the message.

Meet me outside. Bring what you have.

Throat tightening, Matt bolted for the exit to the alley, almost running into Coal who was sucking on what looked like a cigar he’d stolen from Jared. The teen’s eyes widened as he stared at Matt.

“No! You have to go inside!” He shoved at Matt’s chest, but he was a kid and kinda small and it didn’t get him far. “He sent me a picture of Todd and Ana at the park. He’ll kill them both. I have to do this!”

“Jesus, Coal. Rhodey’s your father, how can you—”

“He needs to find all the gang’s connections to take them out. This will ruin everything he’s working on. I can help if I just…” Coal’s eyes glistened with tears. “You don’t know them like I do. I was born for this so...I should just…”

Stepping out of the shadows of the alley behind the cafe, Dayes cleared his throat. “This is sweet and all, but I have places to be. Do you have what I asked you for?”

Coal nodded, opening his backpack and revealing what looked like half of the drugs from the onsite clinic of The Asylum. “I got it. Matt won’t say shit, just fucking take it and get the fuck out of here.”

A slanted smile spread across Dayes’ lips, his green eyes flashing as he jerked the backpack out of Coal’s hands. “You’re not as stupid as your brother, Charlie, I’ll give you that.” He made a thoughtful sound as he looked over the pills. “Not bad. Come to the apartments tomorrow and we’ll talk about what else I want from you.”

This will never end.

And Matt couldn’t do anything about it. He was right back in his house, helpless. Only, back then, Garret was fooled by the charm Dayes didn’t bother showing Coal or him now. The man didn’t have to bother with the act, he knew he had them.

“Please…” Coal pressed his eyes shut. “I did what you wanted me to. Just...just let me go.”

He won’t. Not until…

The smirk seemed frozen on Dayes’ face as a blast rang out and blood exploded from his head. His body hit the pavement. Without thinking, Matt grabbed Coal and threw him to the ground, covering him with his body. He braced himself for pain. For darkness.

Instead, he felt a tug at the back of his collar.

“Stop smothering my son.” Rhodey lifted Matt to his feet, giving him a slanted smile as he blocked his view of the body with his wide chest. He grabbed Coal’s hand next, dragging him in for a rough hug. “I should lock you in the attic for a fucking month. You let this dirtbag blackmail you? Have I taught you nothing?”

Coal looked like he was about to crumple back to the ground, staring at his adopted father with tears glistening on his cheeks. He shook his head. “Dad...you don’t… He threatened Ana. You said I had to protect her. It’s my job. I...I tried…” He sobbed, his whole body shaking. “She’d be fine if it wasn’t for me. Todd would be fine. He’s boring Todd and she should get to have boring Todd. I’m sorry! I fucking did this!”

“Shh, don’t talk shit like that, it’s not true. I mean, except Todd being boring.” Rhodey hugged Coal and blinked at Matt when he slapped his arm. “Did you just hit me?”

“Yes, you fucking idiot. He’s a kid and you can’t joke about this shit.” Matt’s whole body shook with rage. “Give me your fucking gun, I’m going to shoot you.”

Rhodey shrugged and drew his gun, holding it out, his other arm wrapped around his son. “Okay.”

“Ugh!” Matt paced away, his stomach pitching when he caught sight of Dayes’ body. “You can be so nice, then...this. He’s a little boy and he didn’t get to be until Reed found him. Before that, that fucker, and people like him?” He pointed at the body. “They owned him. He didn’t have any options. He was trapped and you don’t know what that’s like. How...fucking hopeless it is. Just…” He raked his hands through his hair. “Be his dad. Don’t be a merc right now or I swear to God I'll—”

“You’ll do nothing, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.” Rhodey’s expression sobered as he held his son close. “No, I don’t understand. But you’re right. And I’ll let you talk to me that way without beating your ass because of it. And because you saved my son.” He met Matt’s eyes. “I owe you.”

“Fuck off, I love him. You owe me shit.” Matt tipped his head back. “Get him out of here and then do what you do with bodies. I need a fucking drink and I have nothing but coffee.”

Slipping his hand into his pocket, Rhodey pulled out a flask and tossed it to him. Then he lifted Coal up as the teen trembled. “I need to get him some of Jared’s magic drugs. Get inside and keep an eye out, I’ll have Avery and Kieran stick close.”

Going numb, Matt nodded and turned without a word to go back into the cafe. The day had gone so well, but this last bit of the night was...was…

He didn’t even know. It was over. Dayes was dead.

And he didn’t know how to feel about it.

Part of him knew he should go back into the main area of the cafe, but after Avery slipped into the back and gave him a bottle of water and whispered ‘It’s okay, I’ll take care of everything’ all he could do was nod.

It wasn’t until the door opened again that he could do more than stare at the wall.

“Hey.” Jamie crouched down in front of him and put his hands on his knees. “If you want me to go away I will. Reed wanted to come back here, but I asked if I could.”

“I won’t be very good company.”

“I know.”

“I’m...all kinds of fucked up. I just watched someone die and I…” Tears stung Matt’s lashes, but he laughed because he was fucking losing it. “I shouldn’t be relieved. It’s over. It’s horrible and I am a bad person for even thinking… But...I’m not. I don’t feel anything.”

“You don’t have to right now.” Jamie squeezed his thighs. “Stephan can help you with all that. I’m not here to make you. You don’t have to talk about it.”

Matt shook his head and laughed again. “Right. So then why are you here?”

“Because you won.” Jamie spoke softly as he slid his hand under Matt’s shirt. “And I have a feeling you could use a win right now.”

A win.

Yes, I could use one. One that doesn’t cost me my soul.

Because Dayes’ death was all he could’ve ever asked for. And he didn’t regret the man dying.

But…

But as Jamie’s lips brushed over his, he found the escape he needed.

A prize that was so much sweeter. One he could claim. The rest he hadn’t asked for. It was a part of his reality that was both better and worse than what he’d survived.

Kissing Jamie was more than surviving. It was part of the life Lawson had given him beyond the wreckage of the life he’d come from, where he’d been on his knees without knowing it, never sure he’d ever be able to stand again.

Jamie’s kiss was a reminder.

Of how sweet freedom could be.   

 

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Part 14