around his thick neck.
"They're not pets, Williams. You train them to pit fight. Everybody knows that." James found a better hold on his briefcase with his left hand and settled the portfolio against the wall.
Williams marched up to James and pushed him until they were chest-to-chest with James pressed onto the wall behind him. James' head thudded against the painted drywall with the force of the impact.
"So what? You going to do something about it, Jamie-boy?" Williams sneered into James'
face.
The sour smell of old beer and cigarette smoke made James flinch and turn his head from the stench. He was unnerved, but he didn't believe Williams would do anything extreme in a public hallway, even a deserted one.
"Those dogs shouldn't be allowed in the building, man. There are little kids living here,"
said James.
As subtly as possible, James thumbed the keys on his keyring between the fingers of his right hand, slowly creating a makeshift weapon to defend himself if the confrontation escalated.
Williams pushed his forearm under James' chin and pressed until James grimaced.
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"You going to be their guardian angel, Jamie-boy? Huh?" Williams leaned in and ground himself against the other man, massaging a growing erection over James' hip.
James hissed and swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat. "Get off me, asshole."
"Whoa. Big words, from a sweet little boy." James' vision was suddenly filled with Williams' pitted face as the man leaned in close. "I've been wondering lately just how sweet." He tried to capture James' lips in an open-mouthed kiss.
James responded with a sharp punch to Williams' side, all four keys in his hand extended and braced for maximum effect.
Williams grunted and lifted his groin away, lessening the pressure on James' throat at the same time. But he was toned and firm, and with limited room to swing, James' punch had little effect.
Williams grabbed James' wrist and pinned it to the wall over James' head. James squirmed and twisted, trying to avoid the man's face.
The struggle seemed to excite Williams. "Why, you little cocksucker." He laughed and held James' face immobile with the pressure from his arm then leered. "You just might be worth risking the jail time for after all, Jamie-boy."
Williams pressed in harder with both his arm and his groin until James coughed and bucked against him. James tried to raise the briefcase between them, but Williams knocked it from his hand. It skidded down the hallway to thump against an apartment door.
In the background, the dogs let out several low growls, dancing in place with impatience, the jingle of the heavy chains marking each frenzied step. Williams didn't even turn to look at them. He flashed a hand signal at the animals and grunted a curt, "Stay!" The growls tapered off into high-pitched whines then disappeared altogether.
James saw the raw lust settle over Williams and his mouth went suddenly dry. His restrained wrist was brought closer to his head and James felt the man's fingertips as they wove through his hair and pulled tight.
"Let go!" James spit through gritted teeth. "Perverted dick!"
Pulling hard on the handful of curls, Williams tilted James' face up. "Who's going to save your sweet ass, Jamie-boy?" James closed his eyes tightly as Williams' ugly, leering face drew near.
"I guess that would be me."
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James felt Williams freeze in place. It took a full five seconds before James realized the soft, husky voice near his ear hadn't come from his attacker.
Williams never got the chance to realize much of anything. He was ripped off James'
chest and slammed face first into the wall, again and again. Blood from his nose splattered the wall in increasing amounts until it left a surreal imprint of the man's face on the pastel-colored surface.
James dropped, panting, to one knee, amazed at the sight before him. Bram towered over Williams, manhandling the molester with an ease and power that rocked