Spark: A Dark MM Romance by Sammy Reynolds

Author:Sammy Reynolds [Reynolds, Sammy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-04T16:00:00+00:00

It was an old dirt road that led to the fishing spot. Weeds had taken it over, and the ride was bumpy. They knew they made it when they saw the white van parked near the pond.

Some part of Maxwell wouldn’t believe Fitzy was dead—not until he saw the body himself. Fitzy couldn’t die. Fitzy caved in a grizzly’s skull using nothing but his sheer strength. No fucking way could a guy like that be murdered.

But when Jasper and Maxwell stepped out of the car, there was nothing left to deny. Fitzy had been dumped by the side of the dirt road in a heap, his head hanging limp, his stare empty. Maxwell rushed past Jasper to Fitzy’s side, hardly noticing the two men from the club’s cleanup crew.

“Fitzy,” he whispered, touching the old man’s cheek, then jerking his hand away when it was ice cold. Fitzy’s chest was covered in blood, but that wasn’t what killed him. It was the broken neck, bent to the side unnaturally. Maxwell looked back at the bloody chest, and he realized three letters had been etched into the flesh. A message. A label.

Fag.

Maxwell turned to find Jasper, saw he was sitting back in the driver’s seat, his feet planted outside as he stared away. His lack of a reaction somehow made it all worse.

“So I take it that’s him?” one of the cleanup guys asked.

Maxwell glared at him, eyes full of tears. “Yeah. Where are you taking him?”

“Incinerator.”

Maxwell shot straight up. “What? He deserves a proper burial.”

“You really want people seeing what’s written on his chest?”

Maxwell uselessly gestured down at Fitzy. “We can just cover it up!”

The guy sighed. “Look, kid. Me and my colleague? Discretion’s sorta our thing. But do you think that goes for the coroner? For the mortician? You think that goes for everybody else who’ll want to see his body?”

Maxwell didn’t have a response.

“It’s the president’s orders anyway. He doesn’t want this getting out.”

“But… But Fitzy’s given decades of his life to the club.”

“Kid…” the guy said, exasperated. His colleague came around from the back of the van, carrying a rolled rug over his shoulder.

Maxwell gaped at it. “You’re gonna roll him up in a rug? Are you fucking kidding?”

“That or get blood all over the van.”

Maxwell shook his head and placed himself between Fitzy and the two men. “We’ll take him. We’ll drive him to the incinerator ourselves if he can’t be buried.”

The guy squinted at Black Betty. “That’s a postal service vehicle. It ain’t a hearse. Now let me do my job, and you go do yours.”

Maxwell was about to argue further, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Jasper at his side, giving him the slightest head shake. It was a small gesture, but it said a lot. It said there was nothing they could do. It said they had to go home.

Maxwell followed him back to the car.

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