A Lion for Christmas (11 page)

He was not a small man, standing six foot three inches; he was huge to most people. Trent knew he could be intimidating if he wanted to, and he really wasn’t afraid to do it. His shoulders were broad and his thighs muscular from the exercises he did. Trent stayed fit and trim. He had a six-pack, which extremely impressed his boyfriends. When he played basketball or football, which he loved, he had no problem keeping up with the young bucks.

“Trent, I am fucking serious, knock it off. I can see how your brain is working. You think I am nuts and you are trying to think how you can get to the phone and call someone. Then you are going to try to kick Blake’s ass for giving me drugs or something,” Ian said dryly.

Trent paused and looked at his friend. He sounded sane when he said shit like this. Then Ian had to open his mouth again.

“This is fucking real. I can show you if you stop being a pain in my ass for more than thirty seconds,” Ian said.

“Really?” Trent said deciding to wait to defuse the situation,
right
, that is something he also read. Maybe if he calmed his friend down, and really talked to him, he would be able talk some reason into Ian. He did not want his parents to commit him, which would suck and not be helpful to his cause of proving his innocence.
Although, a plea of insanity may work
.

Ian sighed and put his head down, “How long have we been friends?”

“Fifteen years, give or take,” Trent said automatically.

“In all those years, have I ever,
ever
taken a drug?” Ian asked calmly.

“No, but you may not know they were doing it. Let’s just get your blood tested,” Trent argued.

“Man, you are my best friend, I have already told the parents, call them. I showed them. Now calm the fuck down and listen. Logan is hot, nice and the best part, Blake’s brother, which means you will live in the Castle with me. We can hang out and work together like we have been. Beer night, everything. Just please listen and go. I don’t want to leave you, and I think Logan would flip out. We were only given a short period of time to be here,” Ian said. He then whistled loudly and the large men unlocked the door somehow and entered.

Trent looked at them in surprise. He knew the door didn’t have a key because it was only able to lock from the inside. Trent’s eyes instantly shot to the man who was staring at him again.
Damn
, his eyes, they were fucking amazing. They were the funkiest shade of blue he had ever seen, almost purple. His thick, light brown or dark blond hair was cut into a short high and tight, which Trent did love. It made him seem as if he was in charge. He was sexy too.

Was he really thinking about one of the cult members as hot? Really, ‘cause it seemed like he possibly was being brainwashed right now. Shit, maybe they put something in his drink, or maybe they used hypnosis, thought Trent.

Trent turned and closed his eyes, refusing to make eye contact with them, as well as throwing the drink Ian gave him away.