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street, right? Since you’re the cannibal and all that?”
    Jason’s gaze slid over Hyde but quickly fell to his bare feet when their eyes locked for a split second. “I’m not insane. It was an accident,” he mumbled.
    “Guys, hear me out, yeah?” asked Hyde, slowly getting up from the couch. He walked up to Jason and took one of the beers before pushing him to face the fridge again. Despite Jason’s best intentions, the fleeting touch of Hyde’s hand burned him through the shirt. “I thought his back would make a great target.”
    The laugher and howls of satisfaction made Jason’s skin crawl. Fuck. Sure, why not? Why not stab him to death with those darts in an attempt to make his death the most pathetic way to go?
    “I’ll drink to that!” Jack said, and a gulping noise followed.
    “I’m gonna turn him into a fucking pin cushion!” Titan cheered. “Get some markers, Spotty.”
    “The one who wins gets a bigger share of the money next week,” announced Hyde, much to his friends’ enthusiasm, but each word that left his mouth made Jason number. He supposed being shot at was better than being exposed as a cocksucker.
    As Hyde grabbed the remaining beers, Babyface took his place next to Jason and put a hand on his neck, squeezing it, with a dark grin.
    “We’ll see if he’s as tough as he made everyone believe. Can you stay still during the game, Cannibal?”
    Jason gave the fucker a hard stare. “Try me,” he said through gritted teeth, and someone behind him whistled. He had stayed still when his brother and his friends had shot real ammo at him, so he could bear with this. So typical that he’d be the target, though. Always on the outside.
    The bikers laughed, Hyde joined Babyface and gestured for Jason to pull his hands up. “So far, so good. Impress us and maybe we’ll patch you up afterwards.”
    “As if. I won’t be pouring good vodka over his back,” snarled Jack, but Titan had other ideas.
    “We can make do with gasoline. My backyard could use a torch.”
    Jason held his arms up. For a moment, he wanted to take off the T-shirt himself, but then he thought that it was a nice opportunity to get more of Hyde’s touch. He looked over his shoulder at Titan. “Your face could use a cheek .” Jason knew he shouldn’t be tempting fate, but he couldn’t just listen to that bullshit.
    Spotty laughed, pushing his battered friend back to the armchair as soon as Titan got up with murderous intent.
    “Relax. You just need to aim right, and maybe we’ll vote on making him a torch for your backyard next week.”
    Titan growled but stuffed his mouth with the beer bottle. Hyde pulled the shirt off Jason and tossed it to the sofa. He briefly looked into Jason’s eyes, with the same calm interest as before.
    “Stand by the wall.”
    Jason clenched his teeth and followed the order, as Hyde attached a leash to his collar and tied it to a hook in the wall.
    Spotty couldn’t stop laughing behind Jason. “Is that so the pup doesn’t run away with its tail between its legs?”
    “Why, you interested in looking at his tail?” asked Hyde, and his hand skirted under Jason’s navel, making him climb up to his toes. No one else could have seen the gesture, but it had Jason on pins and needles.
    “Oh, fuck you,” said Spotty good-naturedly.
    “Who wants to draw the target?” called out Hyde, and soon, there was someone new approaching Jason.
    “Make it art,” said Spotty.
    As the marker began trailing all over his back, the laughter and chatting commenced; Jason’s mind drifted off to another place in space and time. What he wanted was to not hear the slurs thrown at him, to detach himself, but all it got him was the memory of the time when he had been in a similar situation. Never a part of his brother’s group, always the subject of nasty fun. Fourteen, with a bucket of water on his head, serving as target practice. His teeth had clattered, his heart hammered in his chest like mad, but he