Put this dude to good use? What the Boss mean by that? Martens frowned.
Martens hadn’t been brought here for anything good, with the Boss that didn’t happen. He was up to something. No free gifts being given out here.
The Boss was pissed with him, Martens suspected. Whatever that remark had meant about putting the punk to good use, it wasn’t for something pleasurable. Not the Boss’s style.
That odd phrase had something to do with him. Martens hid the chill in his nuts. The Boss was out to make a point, he sensed. A warning. Martens was here for some kind of lesson. So how did this muscle-stud fit in?
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Martens looked at the giant screen again. As much to avoid the Boss’ stern gaze. The stud was tall .. down to his shorts you couldn’t miss the build .. muscular-like-fuck!. Still with all that muscle Martens still couldn’t get over the feeling that these surroundings rattled him. The strange steel-clad room. The chilling clinical feel. More sci-fi torture chamber than holding cell. He looked more uncertain than daunted, though. He didn’t strike Martens as the type to get intimidated. Broad back on him Incredibly formidable muscle-meat on his shoulders. He certainly looked like he could handle himself. Like he could handle most situations, a muscle-hunk built like that. But still Martens felt that stainless- steel clinical room had him unnerved. It had Martens unnerved too .. strangely.
“Gonna get him to show you a thing-or-two.”
The Boss’ intriguing words managed to induce Martens to look away from the screen.
“Since when did you get it into your head you’re not working for me ….?“
Martens threw the Boss a surprised look. But the cold-hearted gaze that drilled into him made him glance away again. Burying his nervousness in the shape of a muscular stud stripped to near-nothing on the screen.
“Carlson told us everything …..”
Martens shivered. He’d feared as much. That was what this summons was about. Briefly he glanced back at the Boss. Quickly he regretted it. His worries froze his nuts. In a flash his gaze was back to the hunk on the monitor again. And yet still he regretted showing that weakness in his move. Little the Boss missed .. when it came to hunting down opposition.
Fuck! He’d suspected as much. He’d been rumbled. But hearing that statement from the Boss .. news that he’d been sussed .. the fact that he’d rightly anticipated what this summons was about .. that didn’t stop a shiver of fear rattling down his spine and clenching his gonads tight.
The Boss’ voice rang cold. Not a tone of harshness. Or anger. Quiet. But laced with devastating threat.
“Anyone thinks about striking off on his own …….”
Martens sensed the Boss’ gaze resting on him .. then he felt himself released .. the Boss glancing in the direction of the screen. He didn’t see him. Avoiding like hell getting trapped by sight of the chilling presence seated next to him.
“ … keep watching …..”
The Boss indicated Martens to the muscular dude stood in a bare room .. stripped down to his shorts .. hands ordered clamped behind his head.
“This punk-here . usefully going to show you ….. This is where that gets you ….”
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