The Thrust by Shoshanna Evers Page B

away from you, you’ll tell him everything. Then tell him. I think it’s okay now. I really do. Barker wouldn’t want you to go through all this. None of our friends would.”
    Evan nodded and leaned back on the subway seat. Annie reached up and ran her delicate hand through his hair, soothing him.
    “You’re stronger than you know,” she said.
    If he got off the Tracks, stopped being Scar’s bitch . . . Fuck. If he got in with the soldiers, made Lanche happy—maybe he really could be more of a help to their cause from inside the belly of the beast.
    “When should I go talk to him?” he asked.
    A familiar, deep voice cleared his throat, and Evan opened his eyes with a jolt.
    Scar.
    Speak of the devil and he appears.
    “Aww, how cute,” Scar laughed. “Am I interrupting something? Did you have first dibs, Annie?”
    Annie gave Evan a look that he could only interpret as a mixture of fear and pity. Fuck, he didn’t want to be pitied by this beautiful woman. He didn’t want her to look at him, knowing he was about to get molested by this fuckhead.
    “Scar, wait—” Evan said, but Scar stepped inside the subway car and pulled Evan to the back corner by his ear.
    Annie covered her eyes, which Evan was grateful for. He didn’t want her to see, much less know. The fact that she knew what was happening to him was almost as bad, almost as humiliating.
    The one woman who he wanted to see him as a man—and instead she was witness to this.
    Kill me and get it over with.
    No. He had to stop thinking like that. He’d survived this long, he could make it another night.
    Just live through this minute. Through this second.
    “Turn the fuck around, bitch,” Scar said to her.
    She obeyed, carefully repositioning her leg as she did. Evan was glad she didn’t try to get Scar to stop, like last time. It only made him angrier, gave him something to prove.
    Because Scar liked to prove that he had complete power over them, no matter what they said.
    “Miss me, pretty boy?” Scar asked.
    Evan’s throat went dry. He looked away, hoping to avoid doing or saying anything that would make the situation worse.
    Scar shoved Evan down onto the floor, and his knee hit one of the metal poles in the middle of the subway car hard.
    “I asked you a question. Did. You. Miss. Me.”
    Scar laughed and grabbed Evan’s hair, holding his head up so he was forced to look up at him. Scar’s hard cock strained against his camo pants, the power trip clearly turning him on.
    “Let’s find out.” Scar reached down, cupping one large, meaty hand over Evan’s crotch.
    “Please don’t,” Evan whispered, then bit his tongue. Fuck. He shouldn’t have said anything—it just spurred him on.
    “Why aren’t you hard? Little young to have a limp dick, aren’t you, kid?” Scar teased. “I think you need to see what a man ’s dick looks like.”
    Evan forced himself to breathe, to calm his racing pulse. “Scar. Let’s go talk to Colonel Lanche. I will tell him everything he wants to know.”
    Scar paused. “Really.”
    “Only if we go right now.”
    The tension in the car was palpable. Evan just hoped that Scar would remember the higher purpose he had in terrorizing him, and forget about his cock for a moment.
    Evan thought of threatening Scar, of promising to bite his thing off if it came anywhere near Evan’s mouth again.. But he instinctively knew that would just inspire Scar to prove that he couldn’t be threatened.
    And with Annie sitting there in the corner, her back to them, Evan knew he couldn’t do shit about anything.
    He’d never felt so powerless in his life.
    But that was going to change, right now. It was time for him to turn the tables on these assholes.
    “Bring me to the Colonel, Scar. Before I change my mind.”
    Scar frowned, his brow furrowing as he looked down at Evan, kneeling on the floor.
    “All right. Let’s go.” Scar pulled him up roughly and leaned in, his breath hot in Evan’s ear. “But if you’re