Stetsons and Stakeouts by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-915-4
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-12-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

“GET OFF me.” Gianni wanted to get back to the ranch. The damn EMTs wouldn’t leave him alone, and he’d played along, but he was ready to meet about all this shit and then maybe get Bonner to take a shower with him. “I’ll see my doctor as soon as I get home.”

“Sir, I have to suggest—”

He started cursing in Italian, just letting the world have it. He didn’t need any more shit than he’d already taken, goddammit.

The guy backed off, hands in the air. He probably thought Gianni was going to go gangster and pull a gun. Oh, that would be fun as fuck.

Almost as fun as the sight of Luis and Alison pulling up in a stretch limo. Praise God. “It’s about time.”

“Nice ride.” That was one of the cops, who looked vaguely familiar.

“Right? Thanks for everything. You know where to find me if you have more questions.” In a week or two. Possibly a month.

“We’ll be in touch.”

Gianni would bet they would. He headed straight for the limo, letting Luis hold the door open, muttering, “Thanks, man.”

“De nada.”

“Damn.” He sank into the leather seat, gently putting his head back. “What a day.”

It was what? Noon? Later? Fuck.

“You think? What the fuck were you thinking, Cesare? Seriously, you don’t check your quadrants?” Alison was shaking, and he was in for a raft of shit.

“It was past midnight in the back lot of a law enforcement office. No one does dirty deeds there.” Yeah, he was slipping.

“Tom’s going to beat your ass, man.”

“Shut up.” He hadn’t been reckless. Not one bit. He’d been distracted, sure.

“Not a chance. You got whacked by a low-level biker.”

“I know! Jesus.” He shook his head, then clutched at it. “God, it stank in there.”

“Don’t you have anything you can give him? Excedrin? Something?” Luis banged out a rhythm on the steering wheel.

“There’s whiskey back there.” Ali didn’t have to sound so fucking smug.

“I don’t need that with a head injury. Quiet would be nice.” Possibly even blessed.

“Who’s the new guy?” Alison was never one to take a hint.

“Doctor. Tom sent him in for Xavvy, who got beat up. It’s like a movie.”

“You think? Jesus, man. How’s the local?”

“Beat to hell. Pissing blood.”

“Dammit.” She and Luis sighed in unison.

“I know. I’m getting tired of laying groundwork. We need to make progress.” Enough people he cared about were hurt, up to and including him.

“So, obviously the dickhead isn’t the ringleader.” Alison sounded utterly disgusted.

Gianni snorted; he got it. “Obviously. The dickhead is so fucked-up he doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.”

“And yet,” Luis drawled, “he got the drop on you.”

“Will you stop it? I told you, I got a little loose. It’s Mount Pleasant, for fuck’s sake.”

Luis chuckled. “Man, there’s no way we’re letting this go. No fucking way.”

Lord save him from Fibbies. “I will shoot you. Hell, better yet, I’ll sic Colt on you.”

“God, I will have to explain how I expect him to keep better tabs on me than he did you.

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