Part 41 (1/2)

”Fine.”

”Remember what we have to do?”

”Yep. Can you tell me the rest of the plan?” Tyler asked.

”No. Just stay out of the way when my colleagues come in. If you're with the others, Prescott's not going to know it was you who blew the whistle.”

”Not until the court case.”

”They can hide your ident.i.ty from the press.”

But Prescott would know. Tyler began to feel more and more uneasy. What happened when Prescott got out of jail? What happened if he didn't even go to jail? What if he knew the police were planning this raid?

”Do you have our story straight?” Steve asked.

”We were at a care home in Surrey from when we were eleven until we were fourteen. I went to stay with you after Jeremy had been stabbed in my flat. You need money and you like s.e.x so I suggested you come with me tonight.”

”What's my surname?”

”Davies.”

”Birthday?”

”September, same as mine. Don't remember the date.”

”Brothers, sisters?” Steve asked.

”No. And mine are dead.”

”Don't give any more information than you're asked for. That's the way people get caught out.”

They turned the corner and the entrance to Prescott's building lay across the road.

”Have you done this often then? Worked undercover?”

”No, it's my first time. Now shut up and remember we need to show them some action in the elevator.”

Tyler wondered where the police were hiding to watch them. Maybe they were already inside the building. His heart pounded so hard he felt sick. The security guard waved to Tyler in recognition as he led Steve to the elevator. He felt even worse when it was ascending and Steve made his move. He slid his hand over Tyler's crotch, where his d.i.c.k was currently smaller than a mini wiener and still shrinking, and put his mouth on Tyler's. Tyler kissed him and felt-nothing. Well, nothing except acute fear and the piercing in his tongue. But he put his arms around Steve and pretended and they were still kissing when the elevator ground to a halt. s.h.i.+t, I forgot to face the camera.

The doors slid open and they stepped out into the foyer.

”Hey, those are cool,” Steve said and flicked the metal mobile with his finger making it clang and vibrate.

The doors slid closed behind them and the door to the apartment opened.

Tyler slapped a smile on his face. ”Hi, Prescott.”

”Who's your friend?”

Steve slouched at Tyler's side. ”I'm Steve Davies.”

”I thought you might like him to replace Jeremy. You heard he'd been stabbed?”

Prescott frowned. ”Who's Jeremy?”

In that instant, everything fell apart.

”I'm having a little dinner party. Come in.” Prescott moved back.

Fly. Spider's web. f.u.c.king great big tarantula waiting to gobble me up. But Tyler felt he had no choice. What he hadn't expected was that Prescott would block Steve's path.

”I'm sorry. Invited guests only.” Prescott closed the door, locked it, put the key in his pocket and turned to look at a monitor next to the door.

Tyler watched Steve shrug before he stepped back into the elevator and the doors closed. Oh f.u.c.k.

Prescott slapped his face so hard that Tyler staggered into the wall and hurt his back.

”You f.u.c.king little p.r.i.c.k,” Prescott barked. ”What do you think you're playing at?”

”What the h.e.l.l's the matter? What have I done?” Please don't know.

”I have a f.u.c.king senior policeman who comes here. You think you can land me in the s.h.i.+t and me not know?” Flecks of spittle hit Tyler's face. ”Well, that's exactly where you're going to end up after I've cut out your heart. You've cost me a f.u.c.king fortune. I have to leave this place and find somewhere else and everyone's going to be wary now.” He glanced over his shoulder. ”Lu! Mex!”

Tyler yelled for help and struggled, but the three of them overpowered him so quickly he found himself bound and gagged in seconds.

”Service elevator,” Prescott said and unlocked the door.

Tyler hoped to see a group of policemen, but there was no one outside the apartment. They manhandled him through double doors he'd always thought were a closet, and on into a much larger elevator than the other that Prescott started with a key. Lu held Tyler behind Prescott, keeping him tight against his body and facing him rather than the doors. Mex pressed up behind him, rubbing against his healing wounds and Tyler could feel his erection against his b.u.t.t. Oh f.u.c.k.

Lu smiled and Tyler thought about smas.h.i.+ng his head onto his nose but decided against it. He needed to be in a place he could run before he tried anything. He counted the floors they dinged down and the elevator stopped on the fourth. Lu pulled him out into a corridor lined with doors to apartments and Mex took his other arm. Prescott took keys from his pocket and opened a door and Tyler knew if he went through it, he wouldn't be coming out again under his own steam.

He banged his head into Lu's face, wrenched loose of Mex, turned and ran. His hands were bound behind him so he couldn't pull the tape off his mouth. He also couldn't run very fast. Tyler kicked hard at the first door he came to, ran on and managed to land a kick on a second door before Lu brought him cras.h.i.+ng to the ground. He groaned behind the tape as Lu hauled him upright. Mex thumped him in the stomach and Tyler doubled over desperate for air.

They tried to get him to walk, and when he wouldn't, they dragged him. Tyler kicked his heels on the floor, twisted, squirmed, did everything he could think of to get free. He could feel the wounds on his back opening up as he was yanked into the apartment. The door slammed and he hit the floor.

Lu pulled him onto his back and leaned over panting, blood trickling from his nose, and Tyler gagged behind the tape. Don't throw up.

”Get him into the bedroom and put him on the bed,” Prescott said.

Lu and Mex hauled him over the carpet and then picked him up and tossed him up onto the mattress. Tyler's hands dug into his back as he landed and he moaned.

”Shall I tell you what's going to happen to you, you little t.u.r.d?” Prescott glared down at him. ”See the camera?”

Tyler turned his head. Oh f.u.c.k. A video camera sat on a tripod.

”You're going to make me back every penny of the money I've lost. I'll f.u.c.k you first, then Mex can have you and then Lu. Did you know he likes fisting?”

Tyler's sphincter clenched. No, no, no. Oh G.o.d. Oh f.u.c.k.

”He's going to shove his arm up into your body and f.u.c.k you straight to h.e.l.l.” Prescott smiled. ”He tells me he can pull you apart inside out. And when we're done with you, I'll have you cut into pieces and tossed into the sea.”