Lucky by J M Dabney

Author:J M Dabney [Dabney, J M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jami M. Dabney
Published: 2017-02-14T05:00:00+00:00

11 DOES HE KNOW HE’S KILLING ME?

Priest had been right about his mother wanting to humiliate him even after death. He’d sat there holding Priest’s hand while the bastards strip him of any inheritance. His pretty bear didn’t give a fuck about things like money or property, but being the subject of condemnation broke another piece of Priest. Priest had been unusually silent since they’d flown home two days before. They’d all tried to get him out of his shell; it was almost like the Priest who had arrived at Twirled three years earlier. Priest hadn’t slept in his bed in days; the last night was at the hotel before they’d flown home.

He wasn’t the same either. Because of who and what he was he’d taken a beating plenty of times, some of his so-called accidents over the years weren’t accidents. He’d learned to fight because he had no other choice, but since Priest came into his life, he hid it never wanting Priest to see him capable. It hadn’t worked; the rage had taken over when that bastard said Priest needed a heavy hand.

Priest needed to be loved, treated with gentleness, and he’d done everything in his power to do that for the man he loved. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Priest, wake up with Priest tucked to his side or a Priest blanket with the man entirely draped over him. He wanted that inked ring around their fingers. He just wanted the fucking right to tell everyone Priest was his and not get that look from everyone; the one that said he didn’t have a chance.

No one could call him much of a catch. He was skinny and funny looking; he made himself a target just by being him. He did try to be normal once and it was the worse fucking day of his life.

He watched Priest from under his lashes as he pretended to sketch. What if things never went back to the way they were before? What if Priest never again wanted to sleep in his bed or touch him just to know he was there?

He didn’t think he could survive it. He set this sketchpad aside and stood with his backpack in his hand. “Hey, I’m out, I got somewhere to be,” He called out, Priest looked up but didn’t offer him the smile that was all Lucky’s.

Did Priest realize he was killing him?

He shook his head, he wanted to run from the shop, but he kept his pace slow and lazy. He could feel the looks of pity he’d been getting since he’d told the guys what happened. There was one person who would give him great advice without trying to skewer him with sarcasm or I-told-you-so’s. He just hoped he was home.

He hopped on his bike, started it up and sped off in the direction of Scary’s house.

# # #

Twenty minutes later he stood on Scary’s porch and knocked on the door, Elijah’s car was in the driveway.

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