"He liked that I could speak Spanish. Don't know why." Hartley leaned back against the couch and tried to keep his focus. He didn't want to pass out, it was probably not advisable. "Axel gave him everything and apparently he has to give him the money for his next five clients."

Five men and Axel already in a terrible mood, Hartley could only hope he'd not get any of the more awful clients. He had to hope that the bastards who'd fuck his boyfriend wouldn't do worse than that, because that was what his life was.

"He's going to buy drugs again. He doesn't want to take them, for me. He's only in this trouble because of me."