Milo’s Pleasure Pet
MILO’s POV
“Nate Hawkins,” I muttered, the name tasting like rust and old blood on my tongue.
I was already reaching for the burner, thumb hovering over the green button, when the door banged open hard enough to rattle the hinges.
Nico burst in, breathing like he’d sprinted up twenty flights. “It’s a trap, don’t.” He lunged, snatched the phone straight out of my hand and flung it onto the couch like it was a live grenade. It bounced once, twice, screen still glowing with that ugly text.
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