“Piece of shit!” Reece yelled at the car, before kicking the flat tire.

He hadn’t even got out of Pittsburgh before the tire went flat, and his idiot of a brother didn’t have a spare in the trunk. This was the time he regretted not keeping his phone. The car’s vehicle assistance was broken, so he couldn’t even get help that way. It didn’t help that it looked like a pretty bad neighborhood to break down in.

The only house with a light on looked like it should be condemned. But there was a truck out in front of the house, it read Hobbs Construction, for a minute his mind went blank. But then he remembered there must be tons of people named Hobbs, he was just being stupid.

He could hear yelling from inside when he knocked. It was well after midnight so that wasn’t a surprise. The door opened and a thin, small woman opened the door.

“I’m really sorry about this, but my car got a flat and I don’t have a spare. I was wondering if I could call my friend?” Alex would help him, not matter what time.  

She looked at him weirdly, he was getting a little creeped out. “Come in,” she said opening the door wider.

Everything in his body was screaming at him not to go in that house. But he was just being a big baby again. “Thank you,” he said before walking in. When he saw, the man standing just inside the doorway he knew he had made a mistake. It was too late though, as he turned to run out the door, he was hit from behind. His vision got blurry before he fell. He just wanted his dad.

“How did you get a name like that?” Brian asked, eyeing the boy.

“Which one? Justin or Shorty?”

“Justin Taylor, that’s Matt’s other father’s name, you know.”

The boy lifted both eyebrows up in surprise. “Justin Taylor?” Then the boy gasped and turned towards Matt. “Your dad is Justin Taylor? The Justin Taylor?”

“Umm…his name is Justin Taylor,” Matt conceded, looking a bit bewildered.

“Oh. My. God. Do you know Michael Novotny too? I thought your dad was just a collector.”

“What?” Brian asked, completely lost.

“Oh, you’re talking about RAGE. Your dad named you after the co-creator of a gay comic book?” Matt asked.

“Oh, no…he would never. My birth mother gave me the name. When my father got out of prison, he got me. My mother made sure my name could never be changed. I don’t know why, it’s just a name.”

“Hold it, back up. What do you mean got out of prison?” Brian asked barely holding on to his control.

“My dad isn’t a good man,” Shorty said sadly.

Like Brian hadn’t know that fact for twenty-five years.

“Meaning?” Brian asked, pushing when it seemed Shorty didn’t want to talk anymore.

“My biological mother was beautiful, I don’t remember her but I’ve seen pictures. Well, my dad met her while he was working in Harrisburg. I guess he became obsessed with her but she didn’t like him. One day, he just grabbed her off the side of the road. He took her back to his hotel room and raped her. After he started ranting at her, she was able to hit him with something and get away.

She pressed charges, but he was from a wealthy family and she wasn’t. They blamed her and said she lead him on. But then she found out she was pregnant. Dad was married and his wife couldn’t have a baby. My grandparents wanted me. So, to keep her from having an abortion, she said the only way was for him to plead guilty.

“He was sentenced to only five years. She didn’t want me, not that I blame her, I wouldn’t want me either. The deal was for my grandparents to raise me. She would get to name me though. She picked Justin Taylor, I don’t know why but my dad hates it. She changed her name and left. Good for her, I hope she’s had an amazing life, I just wish sometimes she would have taken me with her.”

Brian thought he couldn’t have hated Chris Hobbs anymore, he’d been wrong. Hobbs wasn’t above attempted murder, it seemed neither was rape. Her lawyers had must of told her about Hobbs previous run in with the law. But why do that to her child? Put a target on his back from birth. There was only one explanation. She wanted Hobbs parents to see his crimes, alive and in color. Shorty’s existence made the rape unable to deny, naming him Justin was showing them that even long ago crimes weren’t forgotten.

Even though he understood what he thought her reasons were. He couldn’t get over naming the boy after his father’s most hated enemy then turning and walking away.

“I though you didn’t have grandparents?” Matt asked.

“They died when I was six, house fire. I was at school. I moved in with my dad and mom, my dad’s wife. My mom isn’t a bad person, she’s just scared of him. She’s really nice to me when he’s not around, but when business is bad, he’s around more. Sometimes he’s nice, but never to me. It wasn’t too bad until a few days ago. I told them I wanted to go to PIFA, I applied, although I’m not sure I’ll get in.”

“Are you an artist?” Matt asked, he looked to be hanging on Shorty’s every word.

“No, not with paint and canvas, I’m an actor, I played P”

“I can see that,” Matt said a little goofily.

As nice as the kid seemed to be, he didn’t want Chris Hobbs as an in-law.

“How old are you?” Brian asked the kid.

“I’ll be eighteen next month,” he said, chewing on his bottom lip. “I was supposed to graduate this year. But I was held back my sixth-grade year because I was sick a lot.”

Brian wasn’t an idiot, something happened that year to make Hobbs extra pissed off and the bruises couldn’t be covered making it impossible for Shorty to go to school. It was turning into a fucking lifetime movie.

The kid was even more innocent than Justin was when he met him. Of course, Justin had been out looking for cock when they met. He wasn’t sure how Matt encountered Shorty tonight. What he was sure was Hobbs would kill him if he knew he was gay.

“Why aren’t you home, Shorty?” he asked.

“My dad kicked me out. But he’ll change his mind he always does.”

“When was the first time he kicked you out?” Matt asked. Brian tried to ignore the puppy dog eyes his son was giving the boy.

“I think I was around eleven, it was only for a few days. I slept on a neighbors’ couch. The neighbor told dad if he didn’t take me back in she would call the cops.” Sixth-fucking-grade. Sometimes he hated being right.

“Shit. Fine, let’s go home. You can stay in Anna’s room.”

After he sent Matt and Shorty home, he decided he had given Reece enough time. He didn’t like to break this level of trust but with Chris Hobbs name coming up too much in the last day, he wanted Reece home. He called Gus, and had him use his vehicle tracker to find the car. It left a bad taste in his mouth to do this. He had spent years instilling trust in his children. Sure, he protected his own things like the loft and his car. But he never wanted his children to think he was always looking over their shoulder waiting for them to fuck up. This was different though, Reece needed to be found. Now.

“Dad, it’s moving, looked like he’s headed home. He just crossed the West Virginia line. He probably just went out and blew off some steam.”

“Thanks, sonny boy. I’m headed home.” Reece should be get home before he did. It was a relief.

It was easy to tow the car; his truck was meant to move things. Tabitha was keeping an eye on the boy while he ditched the car. Just over the state line, in a thicket of trees.

When the boy walked through his door that night, he knew who he was. He hadn’t known Taylor had a biological son, but he knew he was. The boy confirmed it with his name. Reece Taylor-Kinney. He would make sure this one would pay for every sick act his faggot father did. Not only that, the faggot lived in a mansion.

When he found out the names of the two little assholes who vandalized his truck. Taylor-Kinney, he had looked them up. He was sure that they were dead by now. He hated Brian Kinney as much as he did Taylor. He couldn’t turn away such a gift when it walked in his door.

His own life was supposed to be better than the shit it was. He was supposed to take over his father’s law firm. But after the whole prom incident his dad was less than pleased with him. Sure, he helped him get off with light charges but when Chris asked about going to law school he had baulked. He said that he wouldn’t throw good money after bad.

A two-year degree and a job wearing a fucking hard hat was his life. When he was working, he met the most beautiful woman, he had no idea what a cunt she was at the time. Fucking bitch played hard to get then ran to the police. Not only that his had the damn brat who she named that awful name. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her so much when he had her in his hotel room.

Then his parents ‘tragic’ deaths didn’t help him in the least, they were too damn evil and made sure he couldn’t touch most of the money. He did get some, which he started his construction company with. At least he had a lot of places to hide the body when he was done, because this one wasn’t walking out alive. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.