Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Liv’s eyes, brown as the whiskey Knox badly needed to drown himself in, followed his every move. “Didn’t you hear what they said earlier? This Frank guy has a soft spot for gay guys. It’s our only fucking chance! Simmer down, will you?”
Knox shoved his fingers into his hair. He must have lost his hairband, because the dirty blond strands were now all over the place in greasy streaks. “What are you saying is our chance? Sucking dick to get out of here? Or am I supposed to bend over as well?” Fury made his cheeks heat, and the shame of fainting at such a pivotal moment was yet more fuel for his rage.
Liv spread his long arms, hissing when his left hand smacked the bars. “If it saves us from melting in acid, I’d blow all of them. Don’t want to, but you do what you gotta do. By all means, sit back and enjoy the show!”
Knox rolled his eyes. Unbelievable. They were in some fucked up murder container, and Liv was still making jokes. “Oh, yeah. Watching you suck dick. Sight of my dreams. Don’t forget to lick their balls while you’re at it.”
Liv jumped to his feet, annoyingly tall and broad-shouldered in this small space that smelled of fear and misery. “Maybe I will? Will that make up for me fucking Amanda in your bed?”
Knox’s blood pressure skyrocketed, and he threw his fist without thinking. Liv leaned back, but Knox acted on pure instinct, and used his other hand to punch him so hard his teeth knocked together.
“You did not!” he roared. So maybe they’d never see Amanda again. Maybe it didn’t matter. But there were rules everyone lived by, and Liv just announced he’d broken another one.
“Fuck… you,” Liv muttered, grabbing his jaw and shoving Knox back hard with the other. Damn, he was so strong even when not putting all of his muscle into it. “Get the fuck over her. She’s the past. It’s you and me now, and I’m gonna do whatever it takes to save us, whether you like it or not!”
Knox huffed, squinting at Liv. The declaration made his heart get that bit warmer, and he couldn't help it. “Until you betray me again?” he threw at Liv, but it was a half-assed dig. He believed Liv would fight for both of them, just like when he’d put his own body between Knox and the gun without thinking twice. Like when he’d accidentally killed Vlad while trying to keep Knox out of harm's way.
Liv's shoulders went slack as he watched Knox. “She had a great pussy, and maybe I enjoyed trying to get you away from her too much, but I really did it for your own good.”
Knox grabbed the bars and leaned his forehead against them, resigned to his fate. “I don’t think she really liked me all that much.”
Liv’s sigh felt rough, and while a part of Knox burned with the shame of it all and the need for proving himself, he didn’t have the strength to throw any more punches. Liv was his single ally in this fucked up situation.
Something purred, echoing in the container, and it took Knox a full ten seconds to realize it must have been Liv’s stomach.
Knox glanced at him and smirked. “You think they’ll give us the courtesy of a last meal?”
Liv offered him a crooked smile and stuck his hand under his gravel-blackened T-shirt to massage his stomach. “Guess we’ll find out,” he said grimly as the lock on the container’s door clicked.
Knox stiffened, but then Liv joined him by the bars and draped his arm over his shoulders.
Right.
Boyfriends.
Which was… weird. And awkward. And made his heart rattle.
But it sure beat dying.
The man who walked in must have been the one who’d pointed the gun at them before Knox fainted, because he was massive. Liv was tall, that Shane guy was tall too. But this man mountain could lift both Liv and Knox at the same time if he strapped them to a barbell. His stern facial expression was made even more intense by the frown line on his forehead. He stomped closer in heavy combat boots, and his long black braid swayed behind him like a boa constrictor in search of prey. His dark eyes seemed almost black in the sparse light when they settled on the two of them.
He waved a few pieces of paper. “Innocent homeless boys looking for shelter?” He cocked his head at Liv, who must have told him that lie, and showed them a printout of their faces with the words Wanted for questioning.
Knox’s stomach plummeted through the steel floor and straight to hell. But for now the rest of his body remained here, holding on to Liv, whose chin dipped as he sucked in a shuddery breath, insistently rubbing Knox’s back in a way that was familiar yet in the context of their lie—disconcerting.