The Toy Boy Two

By G. H. Bright

Pete moves into a flat owned by Dave. Dave takes Pete to a BBQ at his mothers house. There he is introduced to Pam, Dave's mum, and to Colin, the Uncle.
Its lust at first sight for Pam and Pete and before long he is becoming involved with an older woman despite the dangers of dating a criminals woman.
Daz, the husband, is inside but still able to run his businesses without to much trouble with the help of Colin.
Things start to go wrong for Pete when Daz sends someone to "sort him out" and things turn ugly when it is not Pete who is killed but Dave!
Was it a mistake or was the son meant to die? What can Pam do about it anyway?
Who is the old woman blackmailing Pam and just how much does Colin know about all this?

• Language: English
• Publisher: G. H. Bright
• Release date: Jan 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310850868

G. H. Bright

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Book Two

Be careful what you wish for, you could lose it all!

A Novella by

G. H. BRIGHT

Contains Sexual References

Written for grown ups!

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Second Edition 2014

THE TOY BOY. BOOK TWO

Intro;

The car hit him at great speed. It must have been doing eighty in a thirty mile an hour limit. Metal and plastic hit flesh and bone with a horrendous noise but without the sound of screeching tyres.

The driver did not brake at all. The victim flew up the bonnet, his legs smashing into the grill and then flying over his head as his body hit the screen. His head smashed into the windscreen, shattering it instantly, whilst his body continued on its rearward trajectory.

He ended up half in the car and half out, his torso and legs crumpling the roof, his head and shoulders entering the interior.

Only then was it that the car braked to a halt. The victim was shot forward, down the bonnet and onto the road, legs and arms broken in multiple places, the neck snapped and the head crushed.

Then the driver selected first gear and ran over him. He drove forward far enough for the victim to roll lifelessly from the underside of the vehicle and then, selecting reverse, drove over him again.

By the time he had dragged the body back and forth four times the driver seemed satisfied that the victim really was dead, and therefore, he switched off the engine, applied the handbrake and exited the car.

He was driven away by an accomplice, job done. The lifeless crushed body lay in the rain soaked road.

1.

Pete moved into the flat on a Sunday. He was fairly new to the area and didn’t know too many people so Dave took him out to the pub for the afternoon.

Dave had appraised Pete earlier in the week and liked the bloke. Pete was a year older than Dave was, bigger too, and he supported a different team but they got on like a house on fire.

Both Dave and Pete had light brown hair, short but not cropped, and they both seemed to like the same things, save for the football team.

Dave had lost his last flatmate, Paul, an old school mate when the silly sod, in his view, joined up. Now a member of Her Majesties finest, he was off round the world. When he was due to come home in a few weeks time, Paul would stay with his parents. That left a gap of fifty-five pounds a week in Dave’s finances. Enter Pete, tall and handsome. Twenty years old, driver of an Audi A3 and a night watchman, or security patrolman as he said, for a big national security firm. They didn’t hesitate to give good references and Dave, thinking ahead, saw many nights with young ladies coming back to the flat for coffee!

The first week went well, they hardly saw each other what with Pete working nights for two weeks at a time, and at times Dave had to wonder if he had actually got a flatmate at all.

It was actually a good few weeks for Dave, having said that. The rent paid a month in advance, no problems from the flatmate at all and when he was about, at weekends, he was a good mate, too.

They watched footie in the bar, shared a take away and took beers home to watch a movie, then Sunday they went on the piss again.

The foreseen females didn’t materialise but, thought Dave, there’s time yet. He didn’t do too badly on the skirt front, his family name getting more than enough, but for some people, Dave included, enough is never enough!

Everything seemed perfect, at least for those first two weeks anyway. Then Pete had a few days off before starting a day shift and Dave saw how messy the bloke was. He left empty cups and plates everywhere. When he did eventually clean up it was like a whirlwind, but all the same, Dave had to wade through the crap first.

Luckily Pete dropped back onto nights soon enough and Dave didn’t notice the mess any more. Pete was good enough really, he cleaned up, just not quick enough to Dave’s liking.

It was week six that it really began to all fall apart. That was the week Dave introduced Pete to his mum. That was the week, unknown to him, that things started to really fall apart, and it was also the beginning of the end.

2.

It really started to go wrong the minute Dave invited Pete to a barbecue at mums. That was the first nail in the coffin, not that Dave, David to his mother, knew that.

Dave’s mother, Pamela, was holding a garden party, come barbecue, and Dave invited a few mates along on his mums say so. ‘More the merrier,’ she said. ‘I want to see my boy and if that means he has to bring his mates, then so be it.’

He had the usual friends along, Barry, Simon and Garry, but it was the new mate that caught her eye.

‘You’ve not introduced this young man to me before, David.’

‘Yeah sorry, mum. This is Pete, my new flat mate. Pete, this is my mum, Pamela.’

‘Oh please, Pam, everyone calls me Pam.’

Pete knew something passed between them as their eyes met, she knew it too. There was a connection he couldn’t quite grasp but one that he could never have missed. He sensed everyone else knew it too but, within seconds, the moment had passed and he realised everyone else was carrying on as normal. No one else had noticed the chemistry or seen the lighting bolt that flew between them and no one heard the tummy flip or had been hit by lightning.

His mouth was dry, he couldn’t think of anything to say so he simply smiled weakly, and hated himself for it.

Pam seemed to regain her composure quickly.

‘So Pete, what do you do for a living?’

‘He’s a night guard.’

‘Please David, he can speak for himself…you can, can’t you?’

Pete looked into those dark brown eyes again and he almost melted.

‘Yeah,’ he managed. ‘Yeah, I’m a guard, I work nights mostly.’

‘Oh, sounds interesting,’ Pam said as she led them out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of salad.

The garden was vast; the decking ran the full width of the house. A small ornamental bridge, in the Japanese style, cast a slight shadow over a small stream halfway down the garden, and apple trees and flowers Pete had no idea about, filled the borders running down each side of the garden fences. A swing chair sat in a sunny spot at the end of the deep green lawn and a small summerhouse, finished in light blues sat to the right of the lawn in the far corner too. Small groups of men and women stood around and chatted; they laughed and raised glasses, ate their food and drank copious amounts of alcohol. All in all, it was very impressive.

‘This is Colin,’ Pam continued as way of introduction. Colin stood at the coals, turning meat as it sizzled on the rack of the brick built Barbie. She placed the bowl on a table next to Colin, just one of many bowls and plates piled with food.

‘Nice to meet you, Mr Ball.’

‘Yeah, you too.’ Was all Colin said. He didn’t even look at Pete.

‘Uncle Colin is a man of few words.’ Dave said.

‘Uncle? Oh, I thought…’

‘That the