"Well?" Jonas held out his hand, waiting.
Colin dug into his pocket and handed him the slip of paper with the prescription the doctor had given him.
"Not as big as I'd hoped, but it'll do. You're off the hook, for now, so scram. And next time, remember not to argue with a client."
"Yeah…right," Colin muttered as he watched Jonas walk away. Now all he had to do was go back to the house, get his stuff, and get out of town.
It had been a decent job while it lasted, but he didn't need the grief that came with it, like getting cut up by a man who wanted him to do things he wasn't willing to do. Even a whore's got some pride, he thought, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked through the hospital parking lot to the bus stop.
As he waited, he felt as if someone was watching him, and not because he was cute and they were looking for a hook-up. The man who had cut him was a big wheel in town, or so he'd said when he tried to force Colin into submission. For all Colin knew, he might have sent someone to make certain Colin didn't tell anyone what had happened—and more importantly, why. Colin figured from the way the dude had acted that it wouldn't do his reputation any good if people knew he was gay and into very kinky sex. Not that Colin could tell anyone anyway, since he didn't know the man's name.
Trying not to be obvious, Colin looked around. There were people on the street but no one seemed to be paying him any attention. If it was someone in a car in the parking lot, he couldn't spot who. I'm getting paranoid. The dude would be stupid to try something in public. Still, when the bus came into view Colin sighed with relief. He boarded it and went straight to the back so that he could watch out the window to be certain the bus wasn't being followed.
Rather than taking the first one straight to his destination, he switched buses twice after that, just in case. Getting off the last one, he tried to look casual as he walked down the dark streets to the house, listening all the way for any sound of someone behind him, on foot or in a car.
When he'd made it safely to the house, he checked in with Brent, the night man in charge. After Colin told him the short version of what had happened, Brent arranged for one of the other young men to take over his clients for the next couple of days and told him to go up and get some sleep. That wasn't said out of any feeling of compassion on Brent's part. It was strictly business. The sooner Colin was back on his feet, the sooner he could get back to work.
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