Long Form Roleplayers

FREAKER

The yacht glides into the hidden cove, a sliver of paradise carved from the turquoise sea. My island. A fortress of black volcanic rock and lush, violent greenery, with a single white sand beach that bleeds into the jungle. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of salt, hibiscus, and the rich, damp earth of the island itself. It's a primal smell, the smell of life and it feels like coming home. I feel your presence behind me before I see you, the warmth of your body radiating against my back. You've been quiet since you woke, taking everything in. I turn, pulling you against me, my hands resting possessively on the firm muscle of your ass. The scent of you, clean from our shower but with your own musk rising beneath, mixes with the island air. It's a perfect combination."Welcome to your new home, Steve," I murmur, my voice low. "This is it. The beginning of everything."

I see Alex and Max. My brothers. My first gladiators, leaning against the railing, their powerful bodies relaxed but watchful. Alex, "Dream Breaker," with his cold body carved from granite, his skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat in the humid air. And Max, "Muscle Marine," all brute force and loyal intensity,. They are my past, the foundation of my empire. Today, they will witness my future .

We step onto the wooden dock, the solid ground a stark contrast to the gentle rocking of the yacht. I lead you up the path from the beach, towards the main villa built into the cliffside. The jungle presses in on us, a cacophony of unseen birds and insects. The path is steep, carved from the rock, and with every step, the scent of the sea gives way to the richer, darker perfume of the island's interior: damp soil, decaying leaves, and the sweet, heavy fragrance of unseen blossoms. My men are nowhere to be seen. They know this path is for me alone.

It opens into a small, secluded clearing. This is it. The place I chose. A natural stone altar stands at the center, covered in white orchids, their scent cloying and sweet. But the scene is wrong. The air, instead of being filled with the perfume of flowers, is tainted with something else. The coppery, metallic tang of blood. And then I see him.

There, slumped against the base of the stone altar, lies a body. It's an older man. His eyes are wide open, staring sightlessly at the canopy of green above. A single, dark red stain blossoms over his heart, the fabric soaked through, the blood having pooled on the stone beneath him. Flies already buzz around the wound, their drone a hideous counterpoint  to the jungle's song. The man who was supposed to bind us, to sanctify our union in the eyes of whatever gods watch over this place. And he is dead.

BAD COP STEVE: 

Things are moving so quickly since you proposed to me. Of course I said yes and I can’t wait to see what you planned for our wedding. I’ve been glued to you since your proposal. I care so much about Max and don’t want anything bad to happen to him. Your smell sticks on me even after showering. Both our scent linger in the bedroom. You are already on the deck and hear the workers getting the yacht ready to be docked. I look at you through the bedroom window. You look great and powerful and so caring and protective at the same time. The man I’m looking at is the man I will spend the rest of my life with. My heart aches at not being able to see my old friends and police colleagues. I wonder if they are doing well? Are they looking for me? I hope not. I miss my police job but I will get over it somehow. A new life is about to start for me and there is no other person I would want to spend my life with. Considering Max’s past and type of work I have to be ready for surprises and the unexpected. I’m sure we will survive and we will look after each other.

I get dressed in a loose fitting opened shirt, cargo pants and sandals. I walk up the steps to the main deck and see you looking out. I walk over to you and bring my arms around your waist from behind. My furry chest pressed against your upper back. I kiss the back of your neck and rest my chin over your shoulder as I watch the rough seas pushing towards the pier and coast line from our incoming yacht. I take a quick look at our beautiful environment. I inhale the salt scent coming from the sea. My eyes shine from the sun beaming on us. I have a big smile on my face as I look at the mixture of colours coming from the landscape. You turn around and I kiss your lips and feel your strong hands on my ass cheeks. I hold you in my arms and press my face against yours. “This place is beautiful babe. I will love it here. Thank you Max for bringing me here with you. I will enjoy our new home together. Indeed, this is the beginning of everything for us.

While I hug you, I see you smile and you wave to two guys. You tell me who they are. Alex and MM. They both look great, tough and very manly. “I look forward to meeting your gladiator friends and having them witness our future. Respect and loyalty coming from friends is great to have. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine Max” I look at those two muscled bodies and feel my cock stir inside my shorts. I can’t wait to meet them. It’s funny when I look at Alex, I have a feeling I may have come across him in my line of duty. I’ve met many criminals and often forget what they look like but there is something about Alex, I know I have met him before. It will probably come back to me when we meet face to face.

I follow you closely as we get off the yacht and you lead me down this path. I get a close up look of this beautiful scenery in front of me. The lush trees, palm trees, vivid coloured flowers. The perfume scent of the sea, beach, trees, flowers. The sound of the sea in the back ground as we walk further away from the sea. I also hear the buzzing of insects and chirping of birds flying above us. I don’t see anyone around, this must be a private path. We finally reach the secluded clearing and notice an ancient stone altar. My heart beats quickly. This is where our ceremony and union will take place. I inhale the scent of the volcanic rock formation and from all the beautiful flowers set in place. I feel so excited and happy. I look at you with a big smile “This place is beautiful babe, babe what’s wrong?” You have a concerned look on your face. We step closer to the altar and see a body laid out there. I run over and see this older man with his eyes opened looking at the sky above. He is unresponsive. I check for a pulse but there is none. I notice a red mark on his white shirt. I panic “Max, who is he, who did this to him?” I swat the flies flying around. “Max, who would want to ruin our wedding?” I ask loads of questions, must be from my old line of work when I’m faced with a crime having been committed.

FREAKER

I stand frozen for a moment, the scent of blood and hibiscus thick in the air. My island, my sanctuary, has been violated. This is not a random act. This is a message. My mind, honed by years of violence and strategy, begins to tear apart the possibilities.First, I consider outsiders. A rival? A drug cartel I've stepped on? Unlikely. No one knows this island exists. No one knows I am here, let alone that I planned a wedding. This smells of an inside job. My eyes flick to the villa, then back to the path. My crew. They are loyal, but loyalty has its price. Who among them would dare? And who would profit? I begin to mentally catalog them, discarding names. Most are simple brutes who follow orders without question. They lack the subtlety for this. This was not a brawl; it was an execution. A single, precise thrust to the heart. This speaks to a specific kind of killer.Then, the chilling thought surfaces. It's not about my crew. It's about me. About my past. The gladiator arena. I built my fortune on blood and secrets, and I left a trail of powerful, dangerous men in my wake. The killer could be anyone—a new servant, one of the yacht crew, someone I've never even properly looked at. A ghost from my past, hiding in plain sight, waiting for the perfect moment to ruin the most important day of my life.

But there's another possibility. One that turns my blood to ice. This isn't about revenge. It's about power. A challenge. Someone on my island, someone I trust, is making a move. They didn't just kill the priest; they killed my plan. They showed me that even in my fortress, I am not safe. This changes everything. The wedding is off for now. The hunt is on. My eyes find yours, Steve. In this moment, surrounded by the stench of betrayal and death, I see the most precious thing I own. Not my island, not my empire, but you. I see the worry etched on your face, the fear you try to hide behind a mask of cop-strength. "Hey," I say, my voice a low growl. I pull you against me, my arms wrapping around your body, crushing you to my chest. My muscles are pumped, coiled and ready to explode, the thin fabric of my shirt. I can feel your heart hammering against my ribs, Even now, my body betrays me. My cock hardens, a thick, demanding pressure against my shorts, a primal, undeniable urge to claim you. I hold you tighter, a silent promise that no one will take you from me.

 I pull my phone from my pocket, my thumb hovering over the screen. There is only one man I trust implicitly. One man who has been with me since the beginning, before the arenas, before the fortune. I dial his number. It answers on the first ring."Silas," I say. "We have a problem."

BAD COP STEVE

I try to stay strong but I’m clearly disturbed by this turn of event. This is supposed to become the day of our lives that I will cherish and remember forever. Now, this day is ruined, but it will remain etched in my brain for a very long time but for the wrong reasons. My lips tremble even though I try to stay brave in front of my soon to be husband and partner for life. I motor out question after question to Max who looks perturbed and see his brain working as he tries to figure who is behind this. Based on my cop experience, this is not a random act. Someone is targeting us. Is it someone from my past or is it from Max’s past. I think the odds lean towards Max from his line of work and empire. This place looked so serein, peaceful and beautiful. My heart sinks in despair and feel sad for Max as well. He put so much effort to organize this for me and for us.

The old man laid out there is a victim in all of this. It wasn’t his fault. He wanted to do the job he loves doing which is to unite people in love. I close the old man’s eyes and get back up to my feet and walk up to Max, who looks upset and shaken up. I stand in front of him. My eyes looking into his. I wipe a tear from my eye. I take a big breath and speak. “Max do you have any clue who did this to the old priest and to us? I’m sor-ry Max, you must have put so much effort into this, only to have it ruined. We will postpone the wedding for now until we resolve who is behind this tragic event. We will find them and make them pay. We will do this together my love. We area a team babe” I feel his strong arms wrap around my waist and hold me close, not to hurt me, but to show me his love for me. To show me how much he cares about me. I bring my arms around his waist in a tight hug. I can feel his heart beat fast against my ribs and there is no doubt he can feel mine. I rest my chin on his shoulder and inhale his scent and kiss the side of his neck. I whisper in his ear “we will get through this babe” I can tell with our masculine bodies holding each other tightly like this, you have a boner that is poking my lower abs and you can probably feel mine. Even in a crisis we can still be horny for each other. We are so much alike the two of us in so many ways.

You push me off gently to grab your phone. You have that determined look on your face. The same face I saw back at your gym the first time we met. I watch you dial and stay silent, not to interfere. I stand next to you holding your free hand with mine tightly to tell you I’m there for you. I hear the phone ring at the other end and hear ’Silas’ Who is Silas I wonder. Never heard that name before, but based on the look on your face, you know this person. You tighten your grip on my hand. In a deep tone I hear you tell him ‘we have a problem’ I nod quietly. I ask myself, is Silas a guy that can help or is he responsible for this?

FREAKER

"Silas is... more than my second," I say to you, my voice low. I turn to face you, my hands still gripping your arms. I need you to understand. "We built this empire together, Steve. Before the arenas, before the money, before any of it. We were soldiers. The worst kind. We did things that would make your cop blood run cold. We survived missions that killed better men. And when it was over, when we had nothing but our skills and our hunger, Silas was there. He found the first fighters. He negotiated the first matches. He built the infrastructure while I built the legend." My eyes drift toward the jungle, toward the ghosts of the past. "He loves me, Steve. In his own twisted way. I've seen the way he looks at me when he thinks no one is watching. A hunger, a devotion. He's never married, never taken a lover. I am his obsession, his sun, his entire world. And I trusted him with everything. Every secret. Every weakness. Every dream."I pause, my thumb stroking your arm. "He's the only man I trust with you."

My phone vibrates in my hand. A text from one of my men. Short. Urgent.Chef and staff. Kitchen. All dead. Come now.My blood runs cold. I grab your hand, my grip iron. "Come. Stay close."

We move through the villa, my senses razor-sharp. Every shadow is a threat. Every sound is a warning. We reach the kitchen. The door is open. The smell hits me before I see it. Not blood this time. Something else. Bitter. Chemical. And underneath it, the sweet rot of death.The chef lies sprawled near the stove, his face contorted, his skin gray. Foam dried at the corners of his mouth. His staff, three young men I brought from the mainland, are scattered around the prep tables. Same expressions. Same foam. No wounds. No struggle. Just... stopped.Poison. In the food. In the wine.I stand in the center of the carnage, my fists clenching until my knuckles crack. This is not random. This is not some outside enemy. This is calculated. Strategic. The priest was a message. This is a siege. Someone is cutting off my resources. Isolating me. Strangling my wedding, my joy, my life.

Silas appears in the doorway. He's breathing hard, as if he ran here. For a second, the smell of death in the room is replaced by the intoxicating musk of him. He is a fortress of a man, built like a titan from a forgotten war. His chest is a mountain of muscle, the skin stretched tight over dense pectorals that rise and fall with his heavy breathing. His face is a map of violence. Fresh bruises mark his forehead, a purple-red bruise swelling on his left cheekbone, and a thin cut on his jaw that looks too old to have come from this island. He doesn't flinch when he sees the bodies. He knows death. He is death, in many ways. He smells like wet earth, old leather, and raw testosterone. It’s a scent that used to make me shiver in the dark, a scent that meant survival. It still does.His eyes, those cold, intelligent eyes, scan the room before settling on me. "I came as fast as I could," he says, his voice rough. "I saw the priest. Now this. Max... we're at war. Someone inside your house. Someone close."

He steps closer, his hand resting on my shoulder. His touch is firm, grounding. "I'll protect you. Both of you. I swear on my life."I look at him. My oldest friend. My brother in blood. The man who knows every corner of my soul. I should feel safe. I should feel relieved. But a shadow of doubt flickers in the back of my mind. He's the only one who knew about the priest. The only one who knew the kitchen schedule. The only one close enough, trusted enough, to move like a ghost through my island.

BAD COP STEVE 

You explain to me who this man Silas is. You tell me your past with him, how you trusted him with your endeavours and work that you did together. The way you talk about him, it sounds like you really trusted him on many aspects of your life. What I don’t understand, if you trusted him with so many things in your life. Why would he suddenly want to betray you? Is it jealousy, did a deal between the two you go badly. Is he jealous of me? I’m sure he knows or heard about me and our wedding plans with me. The more I listen to you, I can see in your demeanour, you are not feeling comfort-able right now. Silas knows a lot about you and your personal life and your secrets that could have severe consequences for you if he decided to betray you. Which has a direct impact on me as well. “He loves you?” I say feeling concerned but you try to reassure me, it is not the same love we share. “So he is jealous of me? Would he want to hurt me or” I swallow hard “kill me” I hold your hand as we speak, I can tell you are feeling nervous as you mention to me again that you trusted him just as much as you trust me. “Thank you for your trust babe. We need to get to the bottom of this. We will do it together. I will help you as much as I can.

I hear your phone ring and you talk to one of your men. Your grip on my hand gets tighter and watch your face go pale. I’ve never seen you act this way. You tell me that we need to go the villa right away. The chef and his crew have been found dead. I gasp “Oh no, not more killing, not more deaths” I give you a big hug. “Yes babe, I will stay close to you all the time. I’m getting worried for you” You hold me tight and try to re-assure me. I’m thinking we can’t go accusing people before we get all the facts. I hope I can meet this guy Silas. With my line of work I can detect people very well, if they are good or bad. “Let’s not get hasty babe. We need to get all the facts.” You keep me close as you guide me through the trail leading to the villa. This place is so idyllic. How can a beautiful and peaceful place like this find itself into so much trouble? We are now facing a mass murder case now. I need to stay calm. My partner Max needs someone calm by his side at the moment.

We walk through the villa until we reach the kitchen. I gasp in shock at the scene in front of me when I see the chef and his crew laid out dead on the floor in different places. Their faces will haunt me for a while. This wasn’t recent. Based on how they look, the colour of their skin and foam on their lips. They all look like they have been poisoned. “What a sad sight this is. All these men died for no reason. This isn’t right, they are innocent people. Max we really need to find out why this is happening and who did this? Yes this is not an accident or random. Whoever did this has a plan and a motive” I hold your shaking hand “I’m here babe, stay calm, we will get through this. We will find who or whom did this and make them pay dearly. I will kill if I have to” Your eyes light up as you didn’t expect those words coming from me. I just hope I can bring you some comfort.

I then hear footsteps and through the kitchen entrance, in comes this mountain of a man. Bigger than any men I have met in a long time. I can tell the attraction he has for you. He now knows about the priest and the kitchen crew and says ‘this is war’ I want to keep quiet and observe but when I hear those words, I can’t help myself. “WAR, what war and why?” I then walk up to him to seize him up. I feel my heart beating fast. I look at the size of him, all those muscles, the scars, recent and old. This is a true warrior. I can tell right away why Max partnered with him. He looks or looked loyal. He says he came as fast as he could. I ask myself or better yet I ask him directly “Where were you Silas when all this happened?”

My profession could help or will it affect the investigation in a bad way. I’m sure Silas knows I am or should I say was a cop. I watch him get closer to Max and bring his hand on Max’s shoulder. I step in closer and extend my hand out “I’m Steve, nice to meet you Silas” He sounds protective towards Max and me but there is something about him that stops me from trusting him completely. I have seen in the past men that were the most loyal colleagues and partners suddenly switch sides. But why would Silas do that? I can see the suspicion on Max’s face, but why? What is Max not telling me or what is going on in his mind at the moment? I ask myself. I cross my arms over my chest to look more serious and tough as I go back to listening and observing this character closely named Silas.

FREAKER

I look at Silas, then at you. Your question hangs in the air between us. Where was he? A fair question from a cop. A necessary question.Silas doesn't flinch. His bruised face remains stone still as he meets your gaze. "I was securing the north perimeter when the call came about the priest," he says. "Ran the entire coastline to get here. You can check my boots. Still wet from the reef."He takes your hand, his grip firm but not aggressive. "Steve. I've heard a lot about you." His eyes flick to mine, then back to you. "I'm the one who vetted you. Your background, your history. Everything. I know more about you than you probably know about yourself. And I can tell you this—you're exactly what he needs."His hand moves to my shoulder again, that heavy, grounding grip. "But right now, I need Freaker to think. And I need you safe."I nod, my mind racing. The walls are closing in. Every face I see is a potential traitor. Every shadow hides a blade. I need space. I need to clear my head."I need to run," I say, my voice tight. "I need to breathe."You look at me, concern etched in your features. I pull you close, my forehead resting against yours. "I'm not leaving you," I murmur. "Silas will take you to our suite. Two armed guards at the door. No one gets in or out without my word. You'll be safe."

I turn to Silas. "Get the bodies cleaned up. Find a new priest. Find a new chef. I don't care what it costs or who you have to call. This wedding happens."Silas nods, his face unreadable. "I'm on it."I look at you one last time. "This island has become an arena, mon amour. And I won't let you be a spectator in the stands. Stay inside. Stay armed. Stay alive."I strip off my shirt, letting it fall to the kitchen floor. My chest heaves with each breath, my muscles coiled and ready. I kick off my shoes, my bare feet slapping against the tile. I don't look back. I run. The jungle path opens before me, a tunnel of green and shadow. My legs pump, my arms drive, my lungs burn. Sweat pours down my chest, carving rivers through the valleys of my abs. I feel the heat of the sun, the humidity of the air, the wild beating of my own heart. This is who I am. This is what I know. Movement. Violence. Survival.A sharp crack splits the air.Something tears through my shoulder, a line of liquid heat. I stumble, my hand flying to the wound. Blood. Not deep. A graze. But the message is clear. I'm being hunted.

Bullets bite into the trees around me, sending splinters of bark exploding into the air. I dive, roll, find cover behind a massive banyan root. My mind races. I left Steve. I left you with him. The realization hits me harder than any bullet.Silas.The dagger in the priest's chest. The obsidian blade. My gift to him. A trophy from our first mission together. I gave it to him. And he used it to sign his betrayal like a signature on a painting. I've been blind. Blinded by twenty years of loyalty. Blinded by the memory of a man who once dragged my bleeding body through three miles of jungle rather than leave me behind. That man is gone. Or maybe he never existed.I spring from cover and run. Not toward the villa. Toward the beach. Toward open ground.I burst through the treeline onto white sand. The ocean stretches before me, endless and indifferent. My feet sink into the warm grains, my chest heaving, my blood dripping a trail behind me.

 Footsteps. Heavy. Fast. Coming from the jungle.I grab a stone the size of an ostrich egg, its weight solid in my hand. I flatten myself against the trunk of a dead palm, my breath controlled,An armed man emerges. One of mine. Or what used to be mine. His gun sweeps the beach.I move. The stone connects with his temple. Bone cracks under the impact. His weapon flies into the dense jungle. He drops to his knees. I'm on him before he can breathe. My fists rain down, each blow a punctuation to my rage. His face becomes unrecognizable. I don't stop until he stops moving.Then I hear it. Another set of footsteps. Slower. Deliberate. Atlas. One of my best gladiators. A mountain of muscle and violence. He steps onto the sand, his gun aimed at my chest.He doesn't fire. I know why. He wants to see me beg.I stand, my chest heaving, blood running down my arm, my hands slick with the first man's life. "Be a man, Atlas," I say, my voice a low growl. "Face me hand to hand."He lowers his gun. A smile spreads across his face. "Sorry, boss. I have orders." He raises the weapon again

I explode forward. My shoulder slams into his midsection. The gun discharges, the bullet tearing through empty air. We hit the sand, rolling, grappling, a tangle of limbs and fury.Atlas is strong. Trained. But I've been doing this longer. I've been doing this meaner.His hands find my throat. I drive my knee into his ribs. He grunts. I wrench his arm, feeling the joint scream. He headbutts me. Stars explode in my vision. We separate, circling each other on the sand. Two predators.He charges. I sidestep, grab his hair, and slam his face into a rock jutting from the sand. Once. Twice. Three times. His skull cracks. His body goes limp.I stand over him, my breath ragged, my hands trembling. The ocean laps at the shore, indifferent to the violence.Then I run. Back through the jungle. Back to you.The villa looms ahead. I burst through the doors, my bare feet slapping marble. I reach our suite.The two guards lie eviscerated in the doorway. Their stomachs cut open. Intestines spilled across the floor. A message. Silas's signature. The same way he killed prisoners when we were young. The same way he sent warnings.The room is empty. No you.My phone rings.The screen lights up.One word: Silas.

BAD COP STEVE

I shake Silas’s hand. He has a firm handshake after answering my question about his whereabouts when these murders happened. Max is listening in. You claim you were securing the North perimeter and you then ran the entire coastline to get here. I look at your boots, yes there is sand. But that can be from somewhere else. I look at you like a microscope. You seem smart, calculated and prepared with your answers. I’m thinking if he ran here from the coastline, I would see beads of sweat based on the temperature on this island. You’re big and fit but I would expect some colour on your face. I am then taken by surprise when you look at me with piercing eyes as you tell me you vetted me before having me go to the gym and illegal arena where I first met Max. I have a chill in my bones when you add that you probably know me more than I do. I put a blank face on so you can’t see how what you just said affects me. “Well it looks like you chose well” I grab Max’s hand and rub my thumb over his dry skinned knuckles.

 My eye brows lift when Silas says I am what Max needs. I wonder what he means by that. You suggest that Max needs to think and I should be put in a safe area. “What does that mean? Max, we need to stay together.” That look on your face tells me I can’t convince you. I hear you say that you need to leave and give your orders to Silas. Who says ‘he is on it’ and looks at me with a crooked smile. I need to stay on my guard with this big brute. I can’t hide the worried look on my face. I hold Max tight in my arms and press foreheads together. I can feel his heart beat fast against mine. I kiss his cheek and softly say in his ear “Stay safe my love. Don’t worry, I will look after myself well. Return soon my love” I take a look at Silas when I finish my statement. A type of warning to him.

Silas will guide me to our suite with guards there to protect me. I watch Max remove his shirt and pick it up so I can have his scent with me at all times. He removes his shoes. He tells Silas what to do and reassures me that there will be a wedding once this cloud over our heads has gone. “Yes Max, sadly we are in an arena again” I say choked up. I fear for my love. This is the first time we will be separated since sailing on the high seas. Just like that Max runs off. The image of his beautiful muscled body is etched on my brain as I watch him run away down the hall and disappear outdoors. Silas coldly tells me “follow me” I keep a distance and admire his broad back, shoulders thick neck and delicious ass. I wonder if Max and him had a thing together. I take one last look at all those dead men on the kitchen floor. Such a strategy, they did not deserve this. I look down and my eyes grow as I see a faint spot of blood on the heel of Silas’s boot. I clench my fist and stay on my guard.

I don’t understand why Max ran off to take on this battle on his own and left me behind. How could he trust Silas with me. I probably gave him the impression that I can take care of myself. We walk out to the outside and hit by some rays of sunshine. I follow you as we walk on this bamboo board walk and look through each window and notice the dining room, living room, game room, exercise room. This place has everything we could need. As we approach the door to our big bedroom where 2 guards are on watch. Silas speaks to them and then watch him pull out this big ancient looking blade behind his back. I go to shout at the guards to warn them but suddenly hear multiple footsteps coming from behind and get ambushed. One hand goes over my mouth and 2 guys are holding my arms. I drop Max’s shirt which flies in the wind and into the jungle. I scream through the hand over my mouth as my eyes grow big when I see Silas’s blade slice through the big blonde guard’s gut and watch blood spray out of his gut and his innards slip out just before he drops down dead. The dark haired guard looks shocked but pulls out his revolver and aims it at Silas. Before he can shoot Silas quickly grabs the guard’s wrist and pulls his arm up and bullets fly out in the air not hurting anyone. Silas’s free hand with the blade slices deeply through the other guard’s gut. More blood and innards spill out. I feel light headed and almost sick at what I just witnessed. The second guard drops dead. Silas then walks in my direction with guard’s blood on his heaving pecs and abs. Blood dripping from his blade. Am I next? I fear.

His eyes go dark as he looks at me with an evil grin on his face. “Don’t worry pretty copper boy. I won’t kill you unless you behave badly. I have a bigger fish to kill first. You can join him in heaven or hell afterwards. There won’t be a wedding. A funeral perhaps, if I’m nice enough not to dump both your bodies in the sea to feed the hungry fish first.” Silas says coldly. I bite the fingers on the hand over my mouth and hear the guard cry out. “Max knew it, you are behind this and he will kill you for betraying him and for hurting me. WHY?, why are you doing this? Max trusted you like a brother, after everything he did for you” You just laugh and avoid answering me. You just warn the guards holding me not to kill me or it will ruin your plan. I try to kick you but you are out of reach but you manage to grab my flying foot and pull my sandal off. I land a kick to your gut with my other foot and hear you growl angrily before whacking my flushed face with the sandal. Blood and spit fly out of my mouth. I stand there stunned for a few minutes as you grab my other foot and strip off my other sandal and whack the other side of my face with the sandal. UGHHH more blood and spit fly out. You grab my jaw tightly squeezing it painfully and bring your face close to mine. “I told you to behave copper boy. Are you that dumb like all your copper buds? “Fuck you” I kick the guard’s legs behind me as I pull on my arms to get free, I nearly do until you bring the big blade over my bulge and wipe the blood on my cargo shorts and squirming dick and balls. “You want to end p dick less and ball less copper boy. NO, well then behave” I then hear some gun shots in the distance. I shout “MAX” Oh god please don’t kill my love I say to myself with tears in my eyes.

Silas laughs “You should fear for Max’s life, my men are hunting him down as we speak. Perhaps I should ask for his head. Have it stuffed and rest it on a fireplace man-tel shelf in my home. This whole place will belong to me very soon. Anything Max owned will soon be mine. Guards take him to the hidden cave” Filled with fear, I get upset and work on getting free. I flex my guns and pull my arms free and land some elbows to each of the guard’s faces and land a punch to Silas’s face. He barely flinches. He pulls the blade up in the air near my face. I freeze up. Just then a cloth comes over my face and inhale heavy sweet scented fumes. I swing my head around to avoid the fumes but Silas tightly holds my jaw in place with his free hand. I try not to breathe in the scent but eventually I have to and soon the scent hits my brain and lungs and go out cold.

When I come to I am sitting on a chair with my wrists tied up behind my back. I am blind folded. I can hear guys chatting. “You can’t do this to me. Let me go now” I just hear laughter. “Shut up copper boy” I recognize Silas’s voice. I am lifted off the chair and thrown on a mattress. I hear and smell a man crawl on top of me. My hair is pulled and my head lifted off the mattress. “I bet Max enjoys fucking you. Let’s see if you’re worth it.” Silas says. “Get away from me, if you rape me I will kill you and so will Max” I hear more laughter. I sense more men climbing on top of the mattress. My hair gets grabbed and smell and feel a cock slap my face. I shake my head but then feel my nose get pinched tightly. I shoot my legs back to kick Silas. He lands a couple of punch-es to my balls UGHHHH When I scream in pain, a cock is rammed down my throat followed by a cock inside my tight hole. My holes get filled and get raped at both ends. Not long after I hear loud moans and feel sperm fill my ass and mouth. My hole burns from that big cock. Silas’s cock is bigger than Max which is no surprise since Silas’s body is bigger than Max. The 2 cocks slip out of my hole. Silas slaps my furry ass cheek. “I can tell why Max likes you. You’re a good fuck haha” I spit the cum out of my mouth and try to get on my knees but get punched and soon raped by more men at both ends. I moan, curse and protest “you will pay for this.” After a while, I have been raped multiple times and lay there on the bed with multiple loads leaking out of my hole and mouth.

I hear Silas tell his men to have fun with me. He has a big fish to take care of and he will return when his job is done. He will come back for seconds. I hear Silas on the phone. Is he trying to speak to Max?” MAX.. HELP, ITS SILAS BEHIND all of this UGHHHHH I receive a punch to my jaw to shake me up. I then get raped and beaten over and over until I pass out. When I wake up I am sitting on a chair naked. My wrists are still tied behind me. My ankles are tied to the heavy chair legs. My blind fold was removed. I have been beaten up and raped time and time again. I can only see through one eye. I’m covered in bruises. Blood drips from my lips and nose. Cum drips down my chin and asshole. I breathe heavily and try to fight off the pain coming from my body. The only thing that keeps me alive is the hope to be reunited with my man and love of my life Max.

FREAKER 

My phone’s screen glows with his name.I answer. Silence. Then his voice, smooth as venom."You're learning, Freaker. I can feel it. The doubt. The rage. The pieces falling into place.""Where is he, Silas." Not a question. A command."He? You mean your precious Steve?" A low chuckle. "He's... comfortable. For now."My grip tightens on the phone. My shoulder throbs. Blood still drips down my arm, pooling in the crook of my elbow."He was delicious, by the way."The words hit me like a blade to the gut. My stomach twists."What did you do to him.""He screamed your name, Freaker. Over and over. My men and I... we took turns. He fights beautifully, your Steve. Tight hole. Eager mouth once you break him. I can see why you chose him." I don't respond. I can't. The image floods my mind—Steve, bound, blindfolded, used—and something inside me cracks."We're going to meet," Silas continues. "The hidden grotto. You know the one. Where we buried Morales after the Cartel job. Come alone. No weapons. If I see anyone else, if I find a single blade on you, Steve dies slowly. And I'll make you watch.""You think I'll walk into a trap.""I think you'll do whatever it takes to save him. That's your weakness, Freaker. Love. It makes you... predictable."The line goes dead.

I stand in the empty suite, the bodies of my guards sprawled in the doorway. Their blood is still warm. The smell fills my nose—copper, salt, the unmistakable musk of Silas's handiwork. Evisceration. His signature. The same method he used when we were young soldiers, when he wanted to send a message.I've been a fool.I stumble into the bathroom. My shoulder is a mess of torn flesh and dried blood. The bullet is lodged deep, lodged against the muscle. I can feel it with every movement.I find my emergency kit. Forceps. Gauze. Whiskey. I pour the whiskey over the wound first. The pain is blinding. I clench my jaw so hard my teeth crack.Then I dig in with the forceps.My reflection in the mirror shows a monster. Veins bulging. Sweat pouring. Teeth bared. I find the bullet. It's wedged against the bone. I pull. It scrapes against metal. The pain tears through me.I scream. The sound echoes off the tiles.The bullet comes free. I toss it into the sink. Blood follows. I pack the wound with gauze, wrapping it tight. My hands shake. Not from pain. From rage.

Steve.I close my eyes. I see his face. The way he looked at me before I left. "Stay safe, my love." The trust in his voice. The warning in his eyes when he looked at Silas.He knew. Or he felt it. Something was wrong.And I left him.I failed him.The grotto. I know the way. A half-mile through the jungle, past the waterfall, into the cave where the tide pools glow with phosphorescent algae.I dress. Black cargo pants. No shirt. My shoulder throbs with every movement. I need to be fast. I need to be careful.But most of all, I need to make Silas pay. I grab my phone. One message to Alex and Max on the yacht: "Grotto. One hour. If I don't walk out with Steve, kill everything that moves."Then I run.

The jungle is a blur of green and shadow. My bare feet find every root, every stone. The wound in my shoulder screams. I ignore it. My mind is singular. Fixed.The grotto. I know another way.The sea entrance. A submerged tunnel that opens into the cave from below. Silas doesn't know about it. He never did. That was my secret, my escape route, my failsafe.I dive into the dark water. The salt stings my bullet wound. My shoulder screams. I ignore it. I swim through the tunnel, my lungs burning, the phosphorescent glow guiding me from below.I surface inside the grotto. Silent. 

Invisible.Two guards. Armed. Standing near Steve, their backs to the water. They don't see me.I move.The first guard dies without a sound. My hand over his mouth. I grip his throat. Squeeze. His windpipe collapses. He drops. The second guard turns. Too late. I'm already on him. I tackle him into the wall. His head cracks against stone. He slumps.Steve's eye meets mine. His face is swollen, bloody, covered in dried cum. His lip trembles murmuring my name.

I cut his bonds with the blade i hide in my pant. My hands shake as I work. The rope falls away. He collapses into me. I catch him. My arms wrap around his bruised, naked body. He's trembling. He's broken. But he's alive."Can you walk?"He nods. Barely. I guide him to the water. "Swim. Follow the tunnel. It opens to the sea.”

BAD COP STEVE

 I sit there in the nude, waiting, hoping, wishing Max would return for me. Silas is using me as bait I’m sure. I know Max is wondering where I am by now and he will want revenge. Silas and his gang are so strong and so many, it will be a big task. I worry I may never see him again alive. My body trembles at the thought and from feeling cold in this dark cave/grotto. Gas torches lite this mostly dark place. The scent is humid, earthy and damp. I hear water cascading. I turn my head and see the dark green water looking calm. The water comes from the outside and cascades inside through some big stones at different places. If only I could be untied and take a dip in that water, it would make me feel so good. The water is probably coming from the sea as I can smell the salt. It would be so refreshing and I would be able to clean off my bruised naked body. I don’t think there is enough soap to clean off what Silas and his goons did to me. The multiple beatings and rapes I had to go through just for their carnal pleasure. I’m not worried about my wounds, I can recover from this. I don’t have any broken bones at least. My asshole will need a break and hope Max will understand. I’m sure he will because he loves me, he cares for me. My spirit is not broken either. I can still fight I’m sure. Adrenaline and rage are already boiling in my blood and through my veins. My cuts and scars will heal eventually. I have the wedding to keep me going. I still want this wedding to happen more than anything on earth.

Armed guards are near me and chat among themselves in broken English. They are armed and look at me like I’m a piece of meat. I probably have their filthy seeds in me from being raped. I hiss and growl at them. “Your time on earth will come to an end soon” They snicker and laugh. I’m not sure they understood what I said. But I do. Based on my environment, the shape and texture looks volcanic. I turn my head again and see that filthy mattress where my ordeal occurred. I can see the blood stains from my beating. I have no doubt it is covered with sweat and cum too. The more I hear the water I want to swim in it to refresh myself. I look down through my good eye so I can see my furry body and noticed it is covered with bruises, scratches and dry blood. My balls look a bit swollen from the beating they received. My cock is at half-mast. I close my eyes to remember how good Max’s hands and lips felt on my body, cock, face, lips. To help my mind think of better moments I miss you so much my love I tell myself and tears form in my eyes. You are probably feeling guilty about leaving me on my own. When, not if, I remain hopeful, I will make sure you feel no guilt. I look at the ceiling in the cave. I speak low. ‘mom, dad, Rob my brother’ who sadly all died too young. ‘If you can hear me, please help me and Max survive. We are not ready to die. I will join you some day but not now please. Max makes me so happy and I’m sure you would notice and approve of our relationship. I’m truly in love for the first time and I’m about to get married, finally! Please help” I smile and feel my heart go warm. My fate keeps me strong.

I then hear footsteps and watch Silas step inside and look at me with a vile smile. Your big muscles bulging. When I see you my muscles bulge up. My fists clench turning my fingers pale. I pull on my tied wrists and tied ankles but the rope doesn’t give, it just tightens around my wrists and ankles. Silas walks up to me and claws my jaw tightly. His dark eyes look through mine. “Your soon to be dead partner will show up soon. I wonder what he will think when he sees you looking like this” I glare back at you “when he does he will kill you asshole” You just laugh and back hand my face hard. I fight in my bonds but just tire myself uselessly. You speak to the guards. “Get ready men, our big prize will soon be here. Don’t mess up. I want him dead no matter how” Silas walks out and see men gathering around you outside the entrance.

All of a sudden a scuffle breaks loose. I look behind me and my eyes light up. I say quietly. “Max you’re here” I watch you in action like you did back at the arena. You look so powerful, skilled, a real gladiator and predator. I admire you so much. You make quick work of both guards and watch their lifeless bodies drop to the ground. 

You then make your way to me and pullout your knife and cut through the rope binding my wrists and ankles. I go to get up but trip over as my legs have been resting in a seated position for so long. You catch me in your comforting arms. I hold you with one arm and run my hand over your furry face. “Max you made it my love. I am so happy to see that your alive” I notice the wound on your shoulder “Oh fuck you got shot. Are you ok?” After seeing you kill those 2 guards, the injury doesn’t seem to have slowed you down. I can see in your eyes that you are enraged and want vengeance. Just as much as I do. We hold each other and bring my lips to yours to comfort you and me. I see the big smile on your face, you are clearly happy to see me and I’m happy to see you as well.

You ask if I can walk, I nod. I may look different and frailer than when you last saw me, but I still have fight left in me. I speak softly so no one hears us outside the cave. “I know you don’t think I have a killer instinct like you do, but I’m working on it and after what those bastards did to me and you, including Silas. I want them all dead. I want to help you too. No debate.” You shake your head and want me to swim out of this cave. My turn to shake my head. “You left me earlier and I’m not going to let that happen again. I want to fight and kill by your side babe. They are out there waiting for you. Let’s catch them by surprise.” I press my chest on your wet dripping chest from the water you just swam in and kiss your lips. “I’m going to take a quick dip to refresh myself. Don’t move!” I quietly head to the water and take a dip to refresh my naked body and get out of the water just as quickly. I walk to the dead guards. I grab one utility belt and wrap it around my waist. A knife is on the belt among other things. I grab one gun and hand you one from the other guard. “My love we fight together, if we die, at least we died fighting and by each other’s side. Let’s do this babe”

FREAKER

I look at you—bruised, broken, covered in the marks of what they did to you—and still you want to fight. Still you want to stand beside me."No," I say. "You need to go. The tunnel. Swim. Alex and Max are waiting." You shake your head. That stubborn look I know too well. The same look you had when you refused to leave the arena. When you refused to let me face Kordak alone."I'm not leaving you again. Not happening." You drive in the fresh water. You come out cleaned. Your hand presses a gun into mine. Your eyes burn with something I've never seen before. Rage. Vengeance. The need to make them pay.I take the weapons. The revolver goes into my back pocket. I keep only the knife. I know you're reluctant to kill. I see it in your eyes, fighting against the fury. But I also see something else. A fire. A hunger for justice. For blood.Is it enough? Will you freeze when the moment comes?

I motion toward the entrance. Two guards. Samson—Atlas's cousin. A mountain of muscle with a brain the size of a walnut. And Marco. The Apache. A sadistic Italian who scalps his victims and wears the trophies on his belt.I point at Marco. You take him.I move toward Samson. Silent. Fast. My hand over his mouth before he can breathe. My dagger across his throat. He struggles. His strength means nothing. He drops. Soft. Quiet.You move toward Marco. You hesitate. I see it. The conflict. But then your hands find his throat. Your knife is ready, but i m quicker and i push my blade in his heart.. He slides to the ground, eyes wide with surprise and fear. I do not want you to be a killer, to add murder to the burden you just got though. We drag the bodies into the jungle. Hide them behind a massive rock. Then we return to watch.

Silas stands on the beach. His back to us. with a large group of men. I recognize none of them. None of my gladiators. The realization gives me hope. My men didn't betray me. Only Silas. Then he turns. His eyes scan the jungle. Worried. He speaks to a young Latino—a body magnificently muscled, covered in tattoos from neck to ankle.I recognize the symbols."Dominique."The name escapes my lips before I can stop it.Your eyes question me."He belongs to Dominique's gang," I whisper. "A Mexican. My prime rival. Silas betrayed me to him... sold me out."The rage surges. Hot. Blinding.I turn to you. I pull you close. My lips find yours. A kiss—deep, desperate, full of everything I can't say.Then my hand finds your throat. I squeeze."Forgive me, mon amour."Your eyes widen. You struggle. Your hands pull at my wrist."I deserve what's happening to me. But you... you must live. Find Alex and Max. Escape."Your mouth opens. No sound. Your legs give way. You slump against me. Unconscious.I drag your body behind dense vegetation. Far from the killing zone. Safe.Then I return.

The Latino passes our hiding spot. He sees the bodies. He turns toward Silas, mouth opening—"He is…—"He doesn't finish. I'm on him. his arm twisted behind his back. My dagger at his throat. I shove him toward the group."SILAS."The name echoes across the beach.Silas turns. A slow smile spreads across his face. Two of his men step toward me."If you care about your man, fight me yourself."He doesn't move. Just a subtle sign to his men. They begin to circle.Then the Latino laughs. Blood on his teeth."Tu puta era perfecta," he sneers. "I still feel his shit and blood on my body. So tight. So—"I don't think.My blade opens his throat.Blood sprays. He drops.Silas's smile vanishes."Wrong move, Max." 

BAD COP STEVE

You refuse I join you in this fight but I stand my ground and eventually you concede to my wishes. I hand you a knife and revolver in your hand. We see 2 big guards at the entrance facing out of the cave. You tell me your plan and nod. You tell me you will take care of Samson and point at Marco. I nod again. I watch as you gag Samson’s mouth with your hand and slice his throat. Marco hears his mate cry out and watches Samson drop to the ground. That moment of distraction is my signal. I ambush Marco from behind. He is a big dude, bigger than me. I bring my hand over his mouth and bring the knife over his throat but I start to tremble and hesitate. This is my inexperience showing which Max notices and jumps in and plants his knife into Marco’s heart. Marco barely says a sound and feel him drop at my feet. 2 corpses on the ground but still many to go. I look at you “Why? Why did not let me kill him?” You look at me sternly and shake your head. “I don’t want to burden you with murder. Not now please, Steve help me to hide these bodies.” I am disappointed but you are probably right. I am not ready to kill yet but I want to learn. We both drag Samson and Marco behind some big rocks in the lush green leaves of the jungle.

I stand next to you as we look where Silas and his gang might be. I look at my man looking so powerful and determined. I admire him so much. I watch you point and we spot them all. Silas has a gang of 10 men with him. I growl in anger and clench the knife in my hand tightly. These are probably the men who beat and raped me. My blood boils as I look at you. “There are so many” You nod and hear you say ‘Dominique’ I look at you confused. You explain what Dominique means. They are a gang, rivals. You don’t look happy because Silas betrayed you to join your rival gang. You clench your fist and see the rage in your eyes. You pull me in towards you and hold me tight. You plant your lips on mine and kiss you back. I look in your eyes and notice something bothering you. “What’s wrong my love?” One arm holds me tight against your body. I feel your hot slick skin on mine. You bring your hand to my throat and choke me. My eyes grow wide and croak out “Why?” You reply that you want to be forgiven and that you deserve what is happening. I shake my head “NO” You add that I need to find Alex and Max for help. I’m gasping for air as my face turns red. I gasp for breaths. I slap your arm and wrist but your choke is solid. You pull and drag me off my feet. I can feel my bare feet peddling in the air. I struggle and fear for you. Fear is in my eyes as I may never see you again. Your choke persists until drool runs down my chin. My head tilts back and eyes roll to the back of my head before I slump into unconsciousness.

When I come to, I sit up and look for you. My naked body is hidden between thick bushes and vegetation. I quietly get up to my feet and look towards the beach. I see you holding one of Silas’s guards. I bring my hand to my mouth and cry out, making sure no one hears me. Do I follow my man’s wishes or do I join him. The odds are against us. If I did try to join you I might get detected and shot dead before I even reach you. I can see guards scour around the beach and above in my direction. I look around me, you took my weapons as well. Unarmed I am not much help. When eyes look my way I duck low and try to stay hidden behind the vegetation. I then dash towards the villa. There is no moment to lose. My future husband’s life is at stake. I can’t keep running naked either. I quickly find Marco’s corpse. I pull off his boots and camouflage pants and put both on, luckily they fit on me.

I then run down a path making sure none of Silas’s guards are around. Max’s face sticks in my mind. Hang in there my love, I’m coming. I tell myself as I fight the tears. If I remember well Alex and Max were staying nearby. I keep running until I see them come out of their villa. I run towards them in a panic. “Alex…Max!!” I finally reach them and struggle to breathe since I was running so fast. My heart is in my throat. I look at both of them with worried eyes. “Please help, my man Max needs help, Silas is behind all of this. Silas and his gang are on the beach and Max is in danger. He wanted me to find you to help him and me. Please save him!” The two of you nod and arm yourselves with weapons and hand me some from your villa and the 3 of us quickly dash to the beach to save my lover. “I hope we are not too late.” Both Alex and Max re-assure me and add that my man is a very good fighter. Which reassures me in a way. I do notice how hot you both look and I can’t wait to meet you, but we have another priority at the moment. Saving my future husband.

FREAKER 

I stand over the Latino's body.His eyes stare at nothing.Silas watches. His smile is gone."Kill him."The words leave his mouth like a death sentence. His men move. Two of them charge first.

 Brothers. Twins, maybe. Same tattoo on their necks—a snake coiled around a dagger. Dominique's mark. They move fast. Coordinated. They've done this before. I meet the first one mid-charge. My knife finds his stomach. I twist. He screams. I use his body as a shield—his brother's fist slams into his spine instead of my face. I throw the dying man aside. His brother stumbles over the corpse.My blade opens his throat before he can recover.They circle me. I rotate. My knife drips. My shoulder screams. The bullet wound has reopened—I feel blood running down my arm, soaking my pants.I reach for the revolver. My fingers find the grip.I don't have time.Something hard connects with the back of my skull. Not a bullet—a rifle stock. The world explodes in white. My legs give out. I hit the sand.

Then the boots come.They rain down on me. My ribs crack. My face splits open. I taste sand and blood. I try to rise. Another boot finds my stomach. They drag me across the beach. My face scrapes against rock and shell. The world blurs.Silas stands above me. The obsidian blade gleams in his hand."Max." He crouches. His face is close. I can smell him—sweat, blood, and something else. Something I remember from missions past. "Do you want to know why?"I spit in his face.He doesn't flinch. He wipes the blood and saliva away with his thumb. He brings it to his lips. Tastes it. "I loved you." His voice is quiet. Almost tender.

"Twenty years. Twenty years I watched you. I stood beside you. I bled for you. I killed for you." He traces the blade along my jaw. "And you never saw me. Not once. You saw a tool. A weapon. A shadow."He leans closer."I thought if I waited long enough, you would see. Really see. But then you found him." His eyes burn. "A cop. A nobody. A pretty face with a tight hole. And suddenly you're planning a wedding. Suddenly you're soft. Suddenly you're sharing everything I helped you build—with him."He presses the blade against my throat."I have secrets, Max. Secrets you told me. Secrets that could destroy you in a dozen countries. I kept them. I kept you safe. And this is my reward? Watching you play house with a piece of meat?"He stands. His men pull me to my knees. Two of them—the biggest, strongest ones—grip my arms. A rifle presses into the small of my back."I'm not going to kill you."

 He smiles. "That would be too easy. Death is release. I want you to suffer."He walks around me. His hand finds my hair. He pulls. My head jerks back."My men are going to enjoy you. Every one of them. You're going to be our whore, Max. My whore. And when we're done with you, when you're broken and begging and you can't remember your own name, I'm going to let you watch me do the same to your precious Steve.You're going to learn what it feels like to be used. To be nothing. To be meat."

He signals to two of his men. They drag me toward a palm tree. A rope waits.I fight.I throw the first one off—my elbow finds his nose. He drops. The second one grabs my hair. I headbutt him. He staggers.I almost break free.Then the rifle stock connects with my face.The world goes black.I wake to laughter.My head throbs. My face is swollen. I can taste blood.I'm naked. The sun burns my skin. My arms are bound behind my back—rough rope, tight knots, cutting into my wrists. I'm on my knees in the sand. The palm tree is behind me. My back scrapes against its bark.Silas's men stand around me. They pass a bottle between them. They look at me like meat.Silas is on the phone. Speaking Spanish. Fast. Angry. Negotiating something.

One of the men approaches. He's young. Scarred. A tattoo of a skull covers half his face.He crouches in front of me. His hand reaches between my legs. His fingers find my balls. He squeezes.The pain is blinding. White-hot. My stomach heaves."You feel that, puta?" His breath is rank. "That's just the beginning."He laughs. He squeezes harder. I grind my teeth. I won't scream."You've got fire." He leans close. "Good. I like it when they fight."He releases me. Joins his companions.I test the rope. The knots are professional. Military. My shoulders ache. My wrists bleed.Silas finishes his call. He approaches."Dominique sends his regards," he says. "He's pleased with the progress."He crouches in front of me. His hand finds my chin. Forces my face up.He pats my cheek."Rest now,Max. The real fun hasn't started yet."He walks on the side, making a sign to his men.The man with the skull tattoo approaches again. This time with friends.I test the rope again.I have two options.Break the bonds. Or wait for my brothers. For my lover.I pull.

DREAM BREAKER 

Steve is exhausted; he hardly can speak, or perhaps I just have difficulties understanding what he is saying. I turn to look at Max who shrugs his shoulders and looks at me quizzically. I slap Steve's face, calming him down enough so he can finally tell what the problem is. Before I have time to react, I see MM running to the beach, and Steve and I follow him right after. Freaker is in deep shit. Like always.

As soon as we arrive, I understand that Freaker REALLY is in deep shit. Ugly guys that look more gorillas than men are coming from everywhere. I don't know where to start. I feel that terrible smell, sweat, and dirty skin. The man is right behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his fist coming toward my neck as I suddenly spin around and crouch down, feeling the rush of air from his fist passing over my head in my hair. The man staggers forward as his punch hits air, while my own fist strikes the center of his powerful pecs. I feel soft cartilage crack beneath my fist as his sternum shatters into pieces. He stops and begins to take steps backward, gasping for breath. I grab his bulge and twist my hand with fury until I feel his fragile nerves snap. The man falls to his knees, and the last thing he ever sees is my fist striking his Adam’s apple. The man falls flat on his back, soon drowning in his own blood. I see MM fighting a tough-looking guy, but I have no chance to help him when a new man jumps in front of me like a fucking gorilla, pounding his chest.

BAD COP STEVE

 I convince Alex and MM to join me, in fact MM is already leading the charge. I watch these 2 big men in their swim trunks only. Fuck they look hot but I need to focus on my man. We make our way down the beach and see Max tied to a palm tree. He looks beat-en up. Silas speaks to him as men gather around Max while he is on his knees and naked. Alex and MM bulldoze their way through the gang of dirty big men. Alex and MM have already brought down 2 guards. I ignore my aches and pains and fight on. I see one guard pointing his rifle at Alex. I find in my belt a pocket knife left by the dead guard on his belt I stole. I throw the pocket knife between the guard’s eyes. He drops backward on the sand shooting up in the air.

Another guard points a rifle at me, I run fast and duck low his bullet shoots above my head slicing some of my hair on my head. I rush over and slam my shoulder to his knee to bring him down on the sand. I pull the rifle out of his hand and bash his face over and over. His face is covered in blood and he looks unconscious. I roll on the sand to retrieve my knife from the dead man. When I see the guard I just bashed the face of start to move. I grab his hair and look at my man “This is for us my love” I slice his throat without hesitation. Another guard jumps on me and trip him over to the sand. I quickly crawl towards Max and slice through the rope tying his wrists and watch him drop to the sand. I quickly kiss him “I’m here, Alex and MM too, we are here for you babe” Your wrists untied, I hold you up in a seated position. You warn me a guard is coming. I jump and slide on the sand between his legs and run the knife between his legs. Blood pours out of his camo pants and he drops to the ground holding his cut balls. I grab a knife out of his pocket and throw it towards Max. It lands on the sand and Max grabs it. I shout loudly “Max, Alex, MM let’s kill these mother fuckers for what they did to Max and me but let’s keep Silas for last” I wink at Max. Without a moment to spare another guard is coming my way.

MUSCLE MARINE

 Seeing Alex take care of a henchman, I rush up the beach towards Max when this ripped huge muscle behemoth of a guy with an evil grin on his face comes fast at me from one side. I spin to face him and drop to one knee all of a sudden, slide one hand between his massive muscular legs in those tight shorts and strike up hard into his bulge, connecting with his balls, making him howl. "Yeah. You will fit well in a choir... as an alto." I laugh as I grind my knuckles into his soft orbs.

 I pull my fist out, and as I watch him drop to his knees right in front of me, I slide on the sand, pull up to my feet and jump over him… behind him. I clamp my hands at his head... both sides, and in one swift move, snap his neck with a loud crack. I hear his last breath escape his lungs with a gasp and a gob of blood trickling down his cheek.

His body goes limp, becoming heavy dead weight in my hands clamping to the side of his skull. If I had kept my handle on his head a bit longer, it might have ripped off his body. Letting it go, his body drops heavily, and then with a loud thud on the beautiful sand of this paradise beach. What a loss of good male muscle!

DREAM BREAKER

 Another athletic guy comes to replace his dead buddy, “You gonna pay for that. “ He moves towards me, sending a right hook to my face a left hook into my body trying to give a soccer kick into my knee. A triple combo shot, taking me down to my knee. "Wow. Feisty..." I watch him pull back a bit, as I spit to one side. "Hey seems you are next..." As I recover, get to my feet and pull back. He tries to elbow my throat and stomp my knee. I dodge the elbow to my throat which would have been deadly... but stop take his kick to my knee. I go down and reach in and snap grab him by the bulge tight. I pull him down and as he drops, I headbutt him hard, wrap my hands around his head. Our eyes meet and in one sharp move I twist my hands to right and 180 degrees to left snapping his neck with a loud cracking sound. The athletic guy falls down, dead. “Max, hurry up.. we should get ready for the ceremony”, I chuckle

MUSCLE MARINE

 But my little victory is too ephemeral as two identical muscular and ripped shirtless hunks rush as me from both sides… the kind that can be described as twunks – small enough to think they are teenagers, but so freaking hot enough and well-built to claim they are hunks… and they are twins. How crazy is that? They each grab me by one arm, as I am about to go back to Alex to help him, and start pulling in opposite directions. It is like they are trying to rip me apart. And by the feel of it, they are no slouches.

However, I try to stay calm, and smile at one of them. It seems to rattle him and make him lose focus as I feel his grip loosen. That is all I need – just enough to tug on it and bring him flying towards me. He mistakenly let’s go of my hand and now free, I wrap it around his waist as he comes slamming into me. The impact of our clash shakes us and makes it hard for his brother to keep a hold of my other arm. I tug on it and pull him towards me; I lift his sibling in my arms and swing his legs to knock him to the ground.

I start a tight bearhug on the guy in my grip, while I watch the other one recovering, getting up, shaking his head. As he regains his orientation, he rushes at me, while I am crushing the hell out of the poor guy trapped in my muscular lock. My biceps dig into his arms also glued to his body, and my fists grind against his lower back. I can hear a subtle creaking of his spine. But I cannot enjoy this for too long – I need to end him to take care of his twin. I pull my head back, smiling at him, and proceed to headbutt him, enough to put him out cold in my arms. I then swing him again and release him towards his ‘clone’ rushing at me. “Catch.” I call out to him.

He is startled and tries, in vain, to grab his brother, but this he fails, barely catches him and drop with him on the sand. Coincidently, the unconscious brother lands hard over his brother, but his head connects to a nearby rock, cracking his skull open. Blood gushes out, pooling on the contrasting white sand. The twin under the dead body is furious yet scared at the same time. He tries to push the corpse of himself, and crawl back, while I step slowly towards him. Enjoy seeing the fear register on the other half’s face, I am filled with adrenaline that courses faster through my veins now.

I grab him by his ankle and pull him back across the sand towards me. My other hand reaches in to his nape as he still tries to crawl and fight his way away from me. Lifting him slowly overhead, I turn, looking around the beach for Alex.

DREAM BREAKER

 "Come on Max, we don´t have all day. Finish him now!", I stay watching how Max is ending him. Always admired his way to do it.

MUSCLE MARINE

I see him, and call out to him. “Hey. Alex. All good?” Casually striking a conversation as I parade the little muscle boy up-high. As I watch Alex kill his attacker, I look up at the twunk in my grip. “Shame. You would have made a great fuck-slave…” Although he tries to buck to break free and shake, I hold him still, and bring him down hard on my extended knee, snapping his spine with a loud crack. He goes instantly limp, his arms dropping to the side, his legs stiffening and then relaxing like wet liquorice. I roll him off my leg and drop him to the soft wet and blood stained sand, landing him with a thud, next to his copy.

DREAM BREAKER

 I clap my hands together. "That’s the way to do it. Top-notch work, buddy!"

But just as I think the other gladiator clowns are about to give up, a guy much bigger than me—bare-chested and wearing tight white jeans with a huge bulge—appears. The man lunges at me in unbridled rage, like a minotaur, slamming his fist into my side. Max looks worried, but I give him a wink as I rise from the sand back to my feet and turn toward the giant. The man grins, encouraged by his previous blow, and launches a new attack. His fist comes flying toward my chin—what a stupid move. I grab his approaching wrist and step to the side. Using his momentum to my advantage, I let him whiz past me like an express train, twisting his arm behind his back. The man struggles, realizing he’s in an awkward position, but really starts to squirm when I kick my foot from behind into the space between his legs. I feel my foot sink into his massive bulge, slamming against his balls. The man falls to his knees, screaming in pain, as I twist his hand, which is still pinned down, into an unnatural position until it snaps off out of the socket staying limp from his shoulder..”

I grab the man by the hair and yank his head back. "You had a chance to get out of here. Now it’s too late. Today is our best friend’s wedding, and I’m certainly not going to let you ruin it!” The man tries to grab me by the balls. I look at Max and chuckle, “You guys are always so predictable,” as I grab the man by his good hand and twist his wrist until it snaps with a crack. The man screams again and collapses to the ground on his stomach, burying his face deep in the sand. I lift my foot and place it on top of his head, pressing his face deeper into the fine sand of the beach. The massive bull struggles the best he can in panic for a few minutes until he stops moving staying motionless on the ground. I raise my foot off his head and wipe my stained shoes on his jeans. “All right, Max, it’s time to go.”

FREAKER

I watch my brothers fight. Alex. Max. They tear through Silas's men like lions in a slaughterhouse. I've seen Alex kill before — cold, efficient, deadly. I've seen Max break men bigger than him with terrifying ease. But watching them together, coordinated, protecting Steve... My heart swells with pride. And rage. I pull at the rope. My wrists bleed. The palm bark scrapes my naked back. Every movement sends waves of pain through my shoulder. I've lost a lot of blood. My vision blurs at moments. But I don't stop. I pull. I twist. I strain. The rope fibers begin to give. Suddenly, I feel his presence. The rope breaks. I grab the knife that Steve dropped near me. My fingers close around the handle. Silas's hands are occupied — he's barking orders at his men, watching the massacre on the beach. He doesn't see me rise. I advance. Naked. Covered in blood and sand. The knife in my hand.

Men fall around me. Steve slashes a guard's throat. Alex breaks another's neck. Max throws a colossus over his shoulder. Silas turns. He sees me. His smile disappears. "You've always been a tough one to crack," I say. My voice is hoarse. Exhausted. But rage burns beneath my words. "Come finish it." He doesn't move. His eyes sweep the beach. His men fall. He realizes. He's alone. "Max." His voice trembles. "Listen to me—" I charge. He reacts just in time. His arm blocks my knife strike. The metal scrapes against his forearm. Blood spurts. We collide. Body against body. Naked against cloth. I feel his heat. His smell — sweat, leather, and that stench of betrayal that was always there, that I never wanted to smell. He shoves me. I stumble. My left leg buckles. The shoulder wound burns. He sees it. He smiles. "You're finished..."

He charges. His fist connects with my ribs. I hear the crack. Pain explodes in my chest. I answer — my knee finds his abs. He grunts. I grab him by the throat. My fingers dig into his flesh. I slam him to the ground. The soft sand beneath our bodies. I straddle his chest. My knife finds his throat. "You touched what was mine," I spit. "You defiled him. You—" He grabs a handful of sand. Throws it in my face. The grains burn my eyes. I recoil. I try to rub. To see. His knee finds my groin. The pain is blinding. I double over. The knife falls from my hand. He rises. I hear him more than I see him. My eyes tear from sand and tears. His foot connects with my side. I roll. Sand and blood mixed stick to my naked skin. I blink. I see him — blurred, but I see him. The dagger in his hand.. "Finished," he says. He jumps on me. His weight crushes me into the sand. His free hand presses against my throat. I struggle. My legs kick at nothing. My strength fades. Blood flows from my wound — I feel the warmth on my side. He raises the dagger.

The point aims at my heart. "Twenty years," he murmurs. "Twenty years waiting. Serving. Loving." His eyes burn into mine. "And you threw me away for a cop." The blade descends. I raise my arms. My right hand finds his wrist. I grab. Squeeze. With all my strength. The blade stops. A centimeter from my skin. I hear my own groan. My muscles tremble. My wounded shoulder screams — I feel the tears widening. Fibers giving way. Blood flowing faster. Silas smiles. He doesn't force. He waits. He knows. "Come on," he murmurs. "Show me what you have left." I grind my teeth. Sweat and blood mixed flow down my face. I push. Every ounce of strength left in me goes into my arms. The blade doesn't move. But it doesn't retreat either. My triceps burn. My biceps cry out. The bullet wound in my shoulder opens more — I feel the metal of the bullet moving inside, scraping against bone. Silas leans his weight. Just a little. The blade advances. A millimeter. Two. My skin touches the metal. The edge begins to cut. I feel the first prick. Skin giving way. The first trickle of red flowing down my chest. "Look at me," Silas says. "Look at me while I kill you."

The blade sinks deeper. The pain is sharp — clean — like a line of fire on my chest. I scream. A raw sound. Animal. My arms give way. Another millimeter. Then two. The edge cuts skin. Muscle. Approaches the rib. He presses harder. The blade touches my rib bone. I feel the scraping. Metal against calcium. "You threw me away for a cop." The point seeks the space between my ribs. The place where my heart beats — hard, desperate. "You shared your bed with him. Your dreams. Your life. Things you never offered me." He presses more. I feel the blade slide between the bones. Enter. The pain becomes blinding. "You saw in him something you never wanted to see in me." I can't hold anymore. My arms give. The blade sinks — centimeter by centimeter. "And now, you'll die knowing..." His face leans close to mine. His lips brush my ear. "...that I'll take care of him." The blade advances. Blood spurts around the black metal. "Better than you ever did." Blackness begins to invade my vision. The edges of his face float. I feel the cold of death approaching — that familiar void I've skirted so many times. But this time... This time, I can't escape.

BAD COP STEVE

I smile at my man and happy to see him get free out of his tied wrists. He grabs the knife I gave him. Just then a guard grabs me from behind. He holds me around my waist in a tight bearhug. He chews on my ear and says ‘puta” While I struggle to free myself I see Alex and MM in action. Fuck they look great when they fight. They out manoeuvre their opponents in different ways. Crushing some balls and skulls. Blood spills all over this beach. There is so much killing going about. I don’t flinch, feel scared or get sick. My fear of death is slowly evaporating. Max already saw me kill and I can see in his eyes how proud he is of me. Every 10 minutes or so guards drop dead on the beach and there are few left. My man and his faithful friends work on some others. Silas looks upset with his guards and see his eyes shift towards Max. He has that big blade with him. I better get free quickly because Max looks weakened and see blood run down his shoulder. I don’t think he can face Silas on his own with Silas barely having a bruise and scratch on him.

I dig deep and feel my heart grow 2 sizes at that moment. I need to protect and save my future husband. Funny that I just thought of that, since it was part of my profession but this is different. I’m not fighting for a stranger, a friend, I’m fighting for the man I’m so proud of and admire. The man I love with all my heart. I feel blood run through my veins and feel my muscles bulge up. I forget about my aches and pains inflicted on me by Silas and his nasty guards. I got this big brute chewing my earlobe and calling me derogatory names in Spanish. I even feel his bulge grind against my ass crack through my camo pants. “Fuck you bitch. This is the last time you get to feel my ass or fuck anyone anymore. You are about to get fucked.” I swing my head back and slam the back of my head on his face. I hear him moan out. I break free from his hug and swing my boot back into his balls. He drops to his knees clutching his sore balls. I quickly move behind him and use him as a shield, when I see another guard come my way with a rifle. He shoots towards me but all the bullets land on his guard mate. Blood splatters on me but no bullets. I grab the bleeding dead guard and use him as a shield from future bullets and toss him on top of the guard who drops his rifle. I jump on top of both men. The guard that is still alive is under both our weights. I go to shoot him in the head but there are no more bullets. I switch the rifle around and slam repeatedly the butt of the rifle on the face of the guard. Blood spills from his face until he goes out cold forever.

I look around and all the guards have been killed. That’s when I see Silas confront Max and he has his blade planted on my lover’s pec near his heart. I scream out NOOOOO I grab my pocket knife and throw it on the back of Silas’s neck and watch him lean back but the blade is still aimed at Max’s heart. I rush over and land the butt of the rifle under his arm holding the blade and watch it fly out of his hand. This beast is built like an ox. He pulls the knife away from his neck and glares at me and shoots the knife at me. It lands on my right thigh. UGHH I moan out as I pull the knife out quickly and drop it to the ground He runs over to retrieve his blade. I see some blood coming out of my wound and soak my camo pants, but I don’t hesitate, I need to retrieve the blade first. I rush over just as Silas leans down to pick up the blade and land a big kick to his chin. I ignore the pain coming from my wound and fight on. I grab the blade in my hand just when Silas grabs my neck in a choke with his arm. I look at Max suffering from the wound on his chest. This drives me on and gives me the power I never thought I had in me and grab the back of Silas by his head and flip him over my shoulder and make him land hard on his back.

I land my boot on his face crushing his nose and immobilizing him under my boot. “This is for all those men you killed. This is for your treason towards my future husband, this is for raping me. I overheard you. This cop is 10 times more worthy than you to be Max’s lover and husband and for all the love he has given me that you were unworthy of.” I bring the blade down and cut through Silas’s throat. Blood pours out of his throat. He clutches it as I watch blood pour through his fingers until his eyes roll to the back of his head. I spit on his face and drop the blade on the sand. 

I run over to Max “It’s over my love. Silas and his men are dead. Thanks to your friends Alex and MM. We need to take care of your wounds babe and mine. Can you walk?” You nod. I grab your arm and bring it over my shoulders. I rip part of my trousers and place it over your wound on your pec “Hold it there my love to stop the bleeding. “We will get through this. We will heal my love. Our love will help us survive and live and have a beautiful wedding like we wanted. I love you Max with all my heart” Your arm over my shoulders while I bring my arm around your waist to hold each other and walk down the sandy beach together and head towards our villa where we can get medical help. I see Alex and MM rush towards us to give us a hand. “I got you my love” You lean your head on my shoulder. I remain brave and fight the tears and keep walking forward

FREAKER

 I watch.Steve moves like lightning. The knife in his hand. The boot on Silas's face. The blade across the throat.Blood pours. Silas clutches his neck. His eyes roll back.And I watch my twenty years of partnership, of brotherhood, of loyalty and betrayal, end in a spray of red on white sand.But all I can see is Steve.The blood on his thigh. The wound in his leg. The way he limps toward me, ignoring his own pain, focused only on mine."Max. Max, can you hear me?"His voice breaks through the fog. His hands press against my chest. The bleeding slows under his palm."It's over," he says. "Silas is dead. His men are dead. Alex and MM took care of them."He pulls my arm over his shoulder. I lean on him. His body warm against mine. His heart beating against my side."We need to get you medical help. Can you walk?"I nod. I'm not sure I can. But I try.We walk. The beach stretches before us. Blood in the sand. Bodies cooling. The sun sets orange over the water.Alex and Max run toward us. Their bodies marked with cuts and bruises. Their eyes fierce. Protective.They carry me. Steve never lets go.

Two days.Two days to reorganize the chaos. To find a new priest — Father Morales from the mainland, a man who owes me a favor and asks no questions. To find a new chef. To bring my best men from the mainland — the ones I trust, the ones Silas couldn't reach.Two days in the infirmary.Dr. Reyes cleans my wounds. The cut on my chest — stitched. Seven stitches. Not deep enough to reach my heart. Not deep enough to kill me."Exceptional resilience," he says, examining the wound. "Another man would have died. You just... kept fighting."I look at Steve in the bed beside me. His thigh wrapped in gauze. His face bruised. His body marked with Silas's cruelty.But his eyes. His eyes are the same. Clear. Strong. Full of love."He's the same," Dr. Reyes says, following my gaze. "Exceptional. Both of you."Two days of healing. Of recovery. Of planning.And now…

The beach. The sun sets gold and pink over the water. The sand is white and clean. The bodies are gone. The blood washed away by the tide.A simple arch of palm fronds and white flowers stands at the water's edge. Torches line the path. The sound of waves is the only music we need.I stand in white linen pants. Barefoot. My chest bandaged but visible beneath an open white shirt. The sea breeze moves through my hair. Alex stands to my left. Max to my right. My brothers. My witnesses. Their bodies fill matching white shirts, their faces clean for the first time in days.And then...Steve.He walks toward me. White linen pants like mine. Barefoot like mine. A white shirt open at the chest, revealing his bruises, his cuts, his scars. He wears them like medals. Like proof of what we survived.His eyes find mine.And everything else disappears.The priest clears his throat."We are gathered here to witness the union of two souls. Two hearts. Two lives that have faced darkness and emerged in light."He speaks of love. Of commitment. Of the bond that cannot be broken by violence or betrayal."We have lived through darkness," he says, looking at both of us. "We have faced death. We have been tested. And here we stand.

"He turns to me. "Max FREAKER. Do you take this man, Steve, to be your husband? To love him, honor him, protect him, and walk beside him for all the days of your life?"The words feel inadequate. Too small for what I feel.But I say them anyway."I do."Steve's eyes shine. Tears track down his cheeks. I want to wipe them away. I want to hold him. I want to never let go.The priest turns to Steve."Steve. Do you take this man, Max Freaker, to be your husband? To love him, honor him, protect him, and walk beside him for all the days of your life?"Steve opens his mouth to answer.And I wait.My heart stops.The world holds its breath.

DREAM BREAKER

"Max, isn't it beautiful?" I look at my friends Freaker and Steve at the altar and wipe a tear from the corner of my eye with a handkerchief. Turning to look at Max, "Do you need one, Max?"

MUSCLE MARINE

I brush your hand away. "Nah. Am fine." I smile, although you can see I am a bit moved by what is happening

BAD COP STEVE 

About two days later I lay on my back on a bed with my wounds being looked after by a doctor we can trust in the infirmary. I come in and out of consciousness and feel reassured when I see Max in the bed next to me. My man is going to make it and he will live. That is the best news I could get. I still have some nightmares about that horrible day. Me getting beaten up, raped multiple times, the fight on the beach, the dead bodies, the blood but I work a smile with the fact that Silas is dead and he will never cause us anymore trouble. I have to thank Alex and MM for helping us as well. My fondest memory is saving my future husband and love of my life Max. Seeing him smile at me makes my heart get warm. I extend my hand out to grab his hand. While he recovers he doesn’t waste any time to plan our wedding and I share some ideas with him. I have a big bandage over my thigh from the knife wound. I admire my man so much. He is the bravest, most attentive, caring man I know and it brings me so much pleasure to marry him and spend our lives together for a very long time. I am sure we will have new ad-ventures together. As long as we are side by side in everything we do I will be very happy.

Max tells me he found a priest, a chef, men he trusts. The invites have been sent and we expect a good turnout. Alex and MM will be our witnesses during the ceremony. I smile back at him. “That sounds great my love” The doctor examines us and tells us how resilient we are. Max's wound could have killed him but he survived because he is a strong warrior. MY warrior. The doctor tells me the same and I reply back to him “Yes doctor we are both resilient. We are made of the same fabric. I would fight and kill for this brave man next to me anytime. Now we have a wedding to celebrate. Our love for each other makes us strong and has helped us go through so many difficult times. We will persevere no matter what. Very soon we will be unified in front of a priest. Our love will unify us for a lifetime” I smile with a tear running down my cheek. I hold Max’s hand tightly and look in his eyes and see the strength, power and love for me just like he sees in my eyes.

The big day has arrived finally. Max already left the villa and is most probably waiting for me in front of our witnesses and guests. I put on my matching white linen pants and matching opened up white shirt. I’m not shy to show my bruises and scars, I accept them and will remember them for the great cause I fought for. I approach as I walk down the aisle. The flowers are blooming with vibrant colours. The sun feels warm and hear the tides of the sea. The sand on the beach has turned white again. That horrible day is only a distant memory now. I see the small crowd look at me and Max. I wink at MM and Alex who are fighting tears. There is not a dry eye around. My eyes are watery and sparkling like the sea behind us. I stand next to my man. I look above in the sky. I speak to my parents and brother who are no longer on this earth. ‘I wish you were here but I know you are here in spirit.’ I press my hand on my heart and feel it beat fast. I’m excited, nervous and a bit horny from watching this beautiful man next to me. I take a big breath when Max says his vows and think this is really happening. I hold his hand when he does and smile.

 The priest turns to me and listen carefully "Steve. Do you take this man, Max Freaker, to be your husband? To love him, honour him, protect him, and walk beside him for all the days of your life?” I don’t hesitate “YES I DO and I mean every word. I will take Max Freaker as my husband. I will love him, honour him, protect him (I get choked up and more tears run down my rosy cheeks) I continue. I will walk beside him for all the days of my life” I can see the relief on Max’s face and whisper to him “I love you babe.” The priest points to Alex and MM. They come forward and hand us our rings. I slip one on Max’s finger and he slips one on mine. The priest then says “By the power vested in me, I declare that Max Freaker and Steve Marks are now officially married. You may know kiss” I smile and move in close. I bring my arms around my husband’s waist as Max does and we kiss passionately. I hear cheers, whistling and applauds. I catch my breath and hug you tight in my arms and tell you “I love you so much Max, mon Amour pour la vie” You wipe the tears on my face and kiss me again.

FREAKER

The kiss ends. The cheers wash over us. I hold Steve against my chest, feeling his heart beat against mine. His tears wet my shirt. I don't care. I don't want to let go.Alex approaches first. His massive arms wrap around both of us. "Brothers," he says, his voice thick. "I never thought I'd see the day."MM follows. He doesn't speak. He just pulls us into his chest, his beard brushing my forehead. His shoulders shake slightly. When he pulls back, his eyes are red."Take care of each other," he says. "Or I'll kick both your asses."

We walk to the tent. White fabric billows in the breeze. Inside, tables are set with flowers and candles. My best gladiators stand with their partners — wives, boyfriends, lovers. Men who fought for me, who survived Silas's betrayal, who remain loyal. People from the village line the walls — the baker who makes our bread, the fisherman who brings us catch, the woman who weaves our linens. They smile. They bow their heads. They've seen what happened. They know who protects them.Music plays. Wine flows. Food covers the tables — roasted pig, fresh fish, tropical fruits, the new chef's creations.And through it all, I hold Steve's hand.I look at him. He laughs at something Alex says. His face is still bruised. His thigh still bandaged. But his eyes shine.I still can't believe he chose me.A bad man. A killer. A mercenary who has done things that would make most men vomit. I don't deserve him. I never will.But I will kill for him. I will die for him. I will spend every breath making sure he never regrets saying yes.

The car waits.Steve looks at me, confused. "The villa is the other way.""We're not going to the villa."I lift him in my arms. He yelps. I grimace — my shoulder screams, my chest protests. But I hold him anyway. I carry him up the stairs. The private plane waits on the runway. The steward stands at the door with champagne. I nod at him. He understands.The bedroom is at the back. Silk sheets. Soft pillows. A window that looks out at the clouds.I set Steve on the bed."Where are we going?" he asks."Venice."His eyes widen. "Italy?""I wanted quiet. Romantic. Somewhere we can disappear."The plane taxis. Takes off. The island shrinks beneath us. Silas. The blood. The betrayal. All of it becomes smaller and smaller until it disappears into the blue.

But Dominique is still out there. The Mexican cartel leader who helped Silas. Who sent his men to die on our beach. Who doesn't know yet that his investment failed.I will find him. I will make him pay. But not now. Not today.Today is for Steve.I push him onto the bed. I strip off my shirt. My pants. My cock hard, ready. My wounds pull and ache. I ignore them.I smile at him."Are you ok, my love? To have me?" I ask. "We have a long flight ahead of us. Before we start a new adventure."I trace my fingers down his chest. Down his stomach. Lower."I want you " I whisper. "Again and again. Until you forget everything except my name."

BAD COP STEVE

Just had a great party, great food. Party over I wave at Alex and MM "see you soon guys." We embark on the plane and you show me the bedroom I show you the ring on my finer "we did it my love. We are married. I love you." I strip naked and slide into bed and drag you in by your hand. I hug you tight in my arms being careful with our wounds. I kiss you and look into your eyes "Babe, you are more than a mercenary, a killer, a bad man.In my eyes you are protective, loving and a great warrior in my eyes. I look forward to Venice and spending my life with you. I am sure more adventures will happen and I look forward to them, as long as I am by your side. I want you too. Do not worry my love I will never forget your name. " I kiss your hand your ring on your finger. I enlace my fingers with yours. "We are a union now for a long time babe" I whisper and kiss your lips gently and snuggle up to you during this long flight. Our hard cocks staring back at us and give you a wink. I kiss you again.

THE END ???

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