Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined: A Supernatural MM Gay Action Romance by W.H. Lockwood

Author:W.H. Lockwood [Lockwood, W.H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Castlefield Press
Published: 2024-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY

CAR NOW

“Car. Now.”

Althea and Joe were up and following Percy down the fire escape on command. The three ran at full speed, one after the other, their feet hitting the stairs with a slapping echo against the walls, everything a blur of grey concrete, fluorescent lights and stale air until they reached the bottom and Percy flung wide the door to a back alley with a bang. A wave of nauseating heat hit their faces. Percy clicked a button, stepped forward and wrenched the door of a car open, cool breeze, new car smell and salvation within reach.

But Joe paused right there to throw furious eyes on Percy. “What did you do?”

Percy’s was a perfectly undignified, full-body protest of sagging shoulders and hunched spine, arms flying up. “You’re going to have to let me treat you to nice things sometimes!”

Althea slipped into the car as Joe motioned about the place angrily. “It’s supposed to be a getaway car, not an expensive-shopping-trip, fancy car! How much did this thing cost?”

“Fancy cars are fast cars,” Percy replied, loading the bags and the sheath into the trunk. “I should have known you wouldn’t be a car person.”

“Oh, you’re a car person now?”

“No, I’m not a car person, but I know a fast one when I see one because they cost more. And they’re red. Get in.” He slammed the trunk closed, slammed the back door, and pulled open the front passenger door for Joe.

Joe reopened the back passenger door, positioning it between him and Percy. He quieted his voice, but still bore a disgruntled frown. “I don’t want Althea to feel lonely.”

Percy was halted, a surprise smile taking him over. Too sweet for words was Joe Bruno. The girl would be literally inches away from the pair of them even if he sat in the front, and the idea that having a hulking man like Joe leaning over her for six hours would calm Althea’s nerves in any way while they kidnapped her was near laughable. But then, Joe never seemed to realise or cultivate how dangerous he could so easily be, which offered a compelling perplexity to Percy.

Percy, since he was a small child, had to learn to kill or be killed. It was basic survival. He didn’t know much about Joe’s formative years, because it was a topic Joe was particularly cagey about, but he did know that a brave, intelligent, shockingly beautiful and scarily competent man had, at some crucial point in his youth, decided to hide himself away from most of life’s experiences, dedicating himself to the care of others. This basic incongruity kept Percy fascinated, kept his interest, well beyond his sexual attraction, which in itself was no small consideration.

In fact, by that time in their short relationship, Percy had wholeheartedly come to believe that Joe had the heart of a saint. But what he couldn’t decide, at times like this, was whether he wanted more to preserve that, or to slowly, deliciously, corrupt it.

Joe’s lips kept

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