“I’m trying to block the purchase of the farm, and Watson’s under surveillance. He’s been seen taking deliveries of barrels.”

“Barrels of what?”

“We’re not ready to move in yet, we’ve got to be able to link it to Sebastian first. His friends have been by my house.”

“Doing what?”

“Loitering, staring in, making sure I know they’re there.”

“It’s intimidation,” Morris muttered. “Plain and simple.”

Hamish gestured to himself and the bags under his eyes. “Well, it’s working. I don’t feel safe in my own home. I can’t sleep, I jump at any noise. The sooner we get something concrete, the quicker we can take them down.”

Morris squeezed his shoulder. “And the quicker we can move on.”

Rory looked away, and rolled his eyes, but Morris noticed.

“It all relies on you doing your job. Get close to Sebastian.”

Sebastian had been inside his mouth, just not his ass. That was the only way they’d get closer, if Sebastian finally stopped his teasing and had him properly.

Rory forced a cough. “I’ll do my best.”

“Make sure you do,” Morris hissed.

****

Sebastian was waiting at the gate, arms folded, smug smile spreading his lips, and towels thrown over his shoulder.

“Thought we could go to the gym.”

“As long as you don’t pin me to the mat again.”

Sebastian winked. “You enjoyed it.”

Rory tried to control his smile, but failed miserably, then followed Sebastian to the gym. Working out with Sebastian was sweet torture. Rory worked himself hard, hoping the burn and overstretch of his muscles would kill his arousal.

Sebastian stood too close, his hands lingered too long, and at any opportunity, his crotch brushed against Rory’s ass. It was maddening, and Rory’s angry glares only got replying chuckles from Sebastian.

“Looking all hot and flustered, Rory.”

He flared his nostrils at Sebastian, then turned away. Other inmates were wrestling on the mat, Rory recognized one Ollie spoke to—huge-build, blond hair up in a man-bun. He looked like an older version of Ollie on steroids.

“Jack, right?”

He spun round, and fixed Rory with a stare. “Who’s asking?”

“Rory, I’m friends with Ollie.”

Jack nodded, then pursed his lips. “What is it you want?”

“Can you teach me that move?”

Rory gestured to the guy sprawled out on the floor. Jack smirked down at him, then nodded.

“Sure … if it’s all right with Sebastian.”

Sebastian quirked his eyebrow then nodded. “It’s fine.”

“Great.” Rory said, tugging his t-shirt off.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked.

“You said I was hot, and you’re right.” He turned to Jack. “Come on then, throw me about like a ragdoll.”

Jack nodded. “You asked for it…”