Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“Go with what? Let him shoot me?” Leo spun around as if zapped with electricity. He was ready to take on Zolt if need be.
Zolt’s muscles were so tense it looked as if they might snap under his skin, his teeth grinding loud enough for Leo to hear it. “Of course not, you dumbass! Haven’t you heard of de-escalation? You bikers never do that. Fucking hell. Look at this mess,” he said, stopping at the edge of the gory splatter.
Leo licked his lips, feeling like the biggest idiot. Adrenaline had gotten the best of him. “Sorry, I-I’ve had a bad night, and then he was—I lost my shit. This is… fuck! This is a fucking mess!” He ran his fingers through his hair, stepping away from the growing pool of blood that infused the air with a coppery stench and killed any remainders of arousal. “The Jackals will start a fucking war over this! Shit shit shit!”
Zolt stood over the body, his bulky shoulders hunched. But before Leo’s panic could have reached the boiling point, he looked up, his earlier anger only a memory. “Don’t tell your men anything. We’ll just make him disappear. I know a guy, and he owes me a couple hundred.”
Leo frowned and pointed to the dead guy in frustration. “You know a guy? A guy who can make this kind of shit go away?”
Zolt shrugged. “Is that also a problem?”
“No, but… you’d do that for me?”
Zolt snorted and pushed his hands up his forehead before letting them drop at his sides. “Depends. Will it get me another kiss? I don’t think I’ve gotten my money’s worth yet.”
Leo’s face flamed. “No. But I guess you deserve to keep the ring if you help me with this.”
At least Joe’s death meant Leo had more pressing matters than confronting just how much he enjoyed being kissed by a big, tattooed, bearded man.
Chapter 3 - Zolt
Zolt loved barter. An exclusive watch for money laundering. A price reduction for a blowjob. A dead body out of sight and mind for a false alibi six months back.
He smirked as Colton rolled Joe of the Jackal Brothers into the back of his pickup. Wrapped in several layers of plastic, the package barely resembled a person, and once it got closely acquainted with Colton’s crusher, the bastard would be gone from the face of the Earth for good.
“That’s it,” Colton said, pulling off his thick gloves and tossing them on top of the body. He was pushing seventy but had the energy and strength of a man much younger, even if the deep wrinkles on his sun-parched skin revealed the extent of his life experience.
“Always good doing business with you,” Zolt said and shook the bone-dry hand.
Colton let out a wheezing sigh and shook his head. “Let’s call it that.” Without any more goodbyes, he turned and limped to the cab of his pickup.
Zolt was glad he got to deal with the clean part of the body disposal, because for all he knew, Leo was still on his knees scrubbing the surfaces inside. All in all, Zolt had lived through worse nights.
He waved one last time when Colton’s pickup came to life, but once it rolled away from the building, Zolt strode toward his home. Tiredness was only catching up with him now, but it was nothing out of the usual for him. Yet another reminder why the doors were heavy duty and why he should always make sure the five locks were in place.
Even when he was busy thinking about what might happen between him and the straight biker visiting late at night.
Stretching, he made his way down the corridor, through his living room, and into the shop, where the sharp stench of bleach assaulted his nose right away. The floor made no sound when he stepped behind the counter and took in the damage to the interior. It wasn’t as extensive as he’d originally feared, and any anger he might have felt dispersed when his gaze was drawn to the black heart of Leo’s ass clad in briefs.
Disrobing had been the smart thing to do, since Leo had just one set of clothing with him, but the way his hips wiggled as he scoured the floor was a pleasure to watch, so Zolt leaned against the counter and did just that, keeping in the groan of appreciation that pushed at his mouth.
Leo Heller. Zolt would have preferred to see him like that for a reason other than scrubbing blood off the laminate, but he’d take whatever was on offer.
And he expected a lot to be on offer after the kiss that had left the poor guy gasping and hard as steel. Could Zolt have finally hit the Heller jackpot? He’d always told his friend, Sidell, that with seven brothers, one of them was bound to be at least bi-curious. Zolt couldn’t wait to find out which one, but he’d had his suspicions about Leo for a while now. The way he’d look Zolt’s way when he thought Zolt wasn’t paying attention, or fish for compliments despite claiming so adamantly that he was straight said it all.