A Step Closer To Hell Book 2

Ryan and Spencer packed their things, after settling things with the hospital. It was time to go home.

To Ryan, Spencer seemed overjoyed to go home, so he just assumed he was homesick.

He talked to Pete, and he said he would take over the bands Paul was promoting.

It was noon when they got into Las Vegas. Brendon and Jon greeted them, after a group hug.

The other three walked away from Ryan, and started talking in hushed tones, which Ryan thought that was a little strange. Every once in awhile, Brendon or Spencer would look over their shoulders at him.


Then they went inside, they told Ryan they would call him in. He thought, maybe it was a party.

When he was called in, the other three were sitting there solemn. The Aura of the room made him want to leave.

Ryan, come here please.

“What’s going on?” Ryan asked confused.

Brendon dumped the pictures onto the small coffee table. Ryan gasped.

“We can make this all go away, on one condition, come back to me and let the three of us own you jointly.”

“What if I refuse?” Ryan challenged.

“It doesn’t work that way.” Spencer chuckled.

“I thought you were on my side.”

“Yes you thought, but you never read between the lines.”

“The truth is the three of us are Doms.” Jon added.

“You see we played with your mind. I would comfort you, after incident, after incident with Brendon.
The only reason I did that was to gain your trust.”


“Should have known better. You knew the three of us stick together.” Brendon reminded him.

“Wouldn’t you like to make all those pictures disappear?” Jon asked him.

“Yes, yes I would. Ryan said.


Brendon brought a contract to him.

“This is a slave contract, you will sign, and then the three of us will sign.”

Ryan took the pen Brendon handed to him. He signed and dated it. As did the others.

Brendon patted the top of his head.
“I’ve missed you little boy. “Brendon smiled down at him.

Ryan could not help it. He knew this was where he really belonged. He stood up the people surrounded him.

Ryan turned and kissed Brendon, tears coming down his cheeks. Then in turn, he kissed Spencer, then Jon.
“Welcome home Ryan.” Brendon said his smile sinister.

Los Angeles California
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David Slack knocks on the door of Mark Sand’s ex-wife. She lets him in.

“Well what did you find out?” Jennifer asked

The man took a manila envelope out, and poured the pictures out.

“It seems your husband has been leading a double life. When did you marry him?

“2007. What about this double life?”

“He’s been living in Las Vegas Under the name Paul McCracken.”
Jennifer picks up the photo’s she recognizes Ryan and becomes angry.

“Where is my husband now? He was supposed to be home.” She told him.

David looked down at the floor before answering.

“He was in an auto accident in Barstow. He died, I’m sorry.”

David left her, weeping.


(This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons)

She pushes the photos onto the floor.

(I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)

Jennifer made a vow to Ryan.

“Every time, something happens to me, you’re right there. I’m going to get you, you bastard!”

David Slack came back in, held her.
He took her; to her bed there, he fucked her.

“I can make you forget everything baby.” David told her in between kisses.

After five hours, David got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” She asked with a smile.

“I’ll be back baby; I just need to get something out of my car.

He dressed and left. He came back, laid beside her. Kissed her. Then he put a revolver against her head, pulled the trigger. Removed the silencer, wiped the gun down and placed it in her dominant hand. Taking the pictures, he lit one corner with a lighter and placed them near a used electrical outlet.


He walked out. He hated that bitch, ever since she aborted his child. She didn’t even remember him.


This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
(your secret's out)


A/N- Once again giving credit to Fall Out Boy.

Get busy living or get busy dying.