My Subby Valentine – 10

With shaking hands Kit pulled his phone out of his pocket. It took him a few tries but he was finally able to dial Mase’s number and he waited impatiently for him to answer.

“I take it you made it home safely,” Mase answered the phone, obviously watching his Caller ID.

“M-Mase. Someone’s been here.” He hated that he sounded like a scared little kid but there was something menacing about the message. He figured Mase would ask a lot of questions but the Dom only asked one.

“Where are you?”

Kit gave Mase his address as he snuggled Pixie close.

“I’ll be there soon. Stay inside,” Mase warned before hanging up.

Staring at the phone, Kit sighed. He doubted the Dom could solve all his problems. He didn’t feel safe in his home right now. If someone felt brave enough to walk up to his door and do this, it was a small step to breaking inside. Images of the scary man from the restaurant filled his head. If Philip thought it was in Kit’s best interests to stay away from Mase, what else would he do?

Kit didn’t know for certain it was Philip but he doubted there were tons of people trying to rehash old news and make an innocent man pay for an imagined crime.

Kit paced, drank some coffee, and petted his dog, but couldn’t settle in one place for more than a minute as he waited for Mase.

The doorbell rang, jerking him out of his musing.

His heart skipped a beat. His nails were never going to recover. Frozen in place, he listened to the doorbell again.

Pixie gave a bark and ran to the door, eager to protect her house from any intruder.

An impatient knock jerked him into action.

He almost tripped over Pixie on the way to the door. Scooping her up before she could escape, he held her with one hand and opened the door with the other.

Mase stood on his porch, a scowl crossing his face as he examined the spray painted message. “I’ll get him for this.”

“I thought it might be that Philip guy from the restaurant,” Kit hesitantly offered.

Mase nodded. “Yeah, it probably was. We need to report this to the police.”

“Is that really necessary? I mean, what will they do?”

“Have it on record. You have to establish a pattern to get him to stop. Of course, it would help if we could prove it was him.”

“Yeah, unfortunately I don’t have cameras mounted outside my door.”

Mase gave him a bittersweet smile. “I do.”

Kit didn’t have an answer to that.

“Get a suitcase packed. You can come and stay with me for a few days until we can get the Philip thing straightened out.”

Kit lifted up Pixie. “What about my dog?”

“Bring your dog too.” Mase rolled his eyes. “I can see the two of you are a matched pair.”

Kit gave Pixie a high five, paw to palm. “Do you hear that, girl? We’re going to visit with Mase.”

“If you start talking baby-talk to her, I’m having her kennelled.”

 

Mase bit the inside of his cheek to hold back a laugh as Kit gave him a completely horrified look. He’d never do that to such a little dog but teasing Kit took away some of his ire over the situation. He hadn’t planned on moving Kit in with him right away—hell, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready for that—but he couldn’t let the man be terrorised by Mase’s past either.

Running into Philip at the restaurant had been a bad stroke of luck. Now that he’d had time to think about it, he wondered why the man was even in town. As far as he knew, Philip still lived in Chicago.

Mase flipped open his phone and called Jon. After a short conversation with his friend and fellow Dom, Mase hung up. He knew Jon would find out who was behind this. Mase’s first priority was to keep Kit safe. He wasn’t going to lose another sub, especially not if he could stop it by personally watching over Kit.

Kit walked back into the room pulling a small rollaway with him, the little dog tucked under his arm.

“What’s the beast’s name?”

“Pixie.” Kit gave him a cautious smile. “You’re not allergic are you?”

Mase shook his head. “No.” Looking at the little collie he had to smile. “Cute little thing.”

“I found her at the pound. One of the dogs there had pups. She was the runt of the litter. They were going to have to put her down if they couldn’t find someone willing to adopt her.”

Mase did a quick scan of the apartment. Everything was neat and tidy. “Do you have any other creatures I need to worry about?”

Kit shook his head. “No, only Pixie.”

“Good.” He spotted the dog water and food bowls. After dumping the water out, he stacked them and set them on the table. “We’ll leave after we report this to the police.”