Sebastian saying his name was enough, and he bit his lip, and whined as he came. His cock seized, and relaxed, seized and relaxed, shooting his load on to his chest with each contraction of pleasure. He pressed his head back into the pillow and heaved for breath.

Sebastian’s light chuckle drifted up from the bottom bunk. Rory could barely hear it over his heartbeat and gasps for air.

“Night, Rory.”

Chapter Ten

“Hope you’ve got something for us…” Morris mumbled.

Rory bit his lip. “I heard him on the phone.”

“And?” Hamish grunted.

“I didn’t hear who was on the other end, but they were talking about Jameson’s farm. Sebastian wants someone to buy it, or a piece of the land or something.”

“Did you hear any figures?”

“He said 250,000, could’ve been talking money, could’ve been talking about the minutes until he’s out. I don’t know for sure.”

Morris shook her head. “Jameson’s farm? Who the hell is Jameson?”

Rory finally pulled his gaze off the table and looked at Hamish. His moustache was patchy, his skin was pale, and when he wiped his hand down his face, Rory noticed his wedding band had gone.

“I know who Jameson is,” he muttered.

Morris gawped. “Who?”

“He has a farm near my house, owns the fields behind my garden.” Hamish gritted his teeth. “Bastard…”

“You think he’s buying the farm?” Morris asked.

“Maybe.”

“Why the hell would he do that?”

“To torment me, to run his shady deals opposite me.”

Morris looked at Rory. “You need to get that phone.”

“He doesn’t keep it in the cell. The guards have searched it twice more since I last saw you, it’s not there.”

“Well, he’s keeping it somewhere!”

Hamish picked at his moustache. “Did he say anything else, any hint who he was telling to buy the farm?”

Rory shook his head. “No, that was all he said, and I haven’t heard him on the phone again.”

“Shi,.” Hamish hissed, pushing back on his chair. It clattered to the floor, and he glared at it. “I’ve gotta stop whatever he’s planning.”

“That’s the problem,” Morris muttered, throwing her hands up in the air. “We don’t know what he’s planning.”

“You gotta get hold of that phone,” Hamish said.

“I don’t know how.”

Morris snorted. “You must be ‘close’ enough now, ask to use it.”

“No.”

“You’re friends aren’t you? Buddies with a monster?”

Rory flared his nostrils. “I can’t ask to use it—he’ll want something in return.”

“Then give it to him.”

“Morris,” Hamish growled, “that’s not funny.”

“Wasn’t trying to be funny.”

“I’ll try, okay,” Rory said.

“Do more than try,” Morris snapped. “Get that phone.”

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