Bound to Break: Men of Honor, Book 6 by SE Jakes Read Free Book Online Page B

again. Think we’re done for the day,” Jace said.
    “Yeah, you’re right.”
    “Done working. Not done drinking,” Jace added, and yes, that was what best friends were for.

Chapter Six
    Dash wasn’t in bed with him when he woke up. Lucky’s head throbbed, and he just lay there for a long few moments, wishing someone would bring him coffee or aspirin or the like.
    Something wasn’t right. Hadn’t been since Nate had shown up and, while Dash had been able to fuck away Lucky’s continuing anxiety yesterday, then last night and well into this morning, the tenseness was back.
    Lucky hadn’t seen Nate again since the night before last, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
    He forced himself up and into the living room, where there was still no sign of Dash. He went to the kitchen and drank the juice from the carton as he looked out the side window. Saw Dash standing there, talking to someone. He couldn’t see a face, and it could’ve been anyone. But it made Lucky pause and wait and watch…and finally, the other man moved and it was Nate.
    Dash was talking to him and Nate was talking with his hands and Lucky had the strangest urge to go out and defend Dash, who didn’t look like he needed defending at all.
    The first night they’d spent together, he’d told Dash the real story of his missing memories. Dash had listened, then fucked him again, and Lucky had slept better than he had in a long time. And then Dash had hung out with him and Emme—and Emme kept looking between the two of them and smiling—and then she’d given Lucky the afternoon and night off from the bar.
    He hadn’t argued. It had gone by too damned fast, but he didn’t remember feeling that comfortable with anyone since…well, not since he could actually remember anything. He didn’t think he’d ever be capable of feeling something, and then Dash had walked in and blown him out of the water.
    And now, Dash was talking with the man who could ruin Lucky’s pieced-together life.
    Dash was your shield from Nate.
    But he wouldn’t have been forever, though, and Lucky knew that.
    Instead of calling down to Dash, he went into the shower, heard the knocking after he turned the water off. He didn’t think Dash would continue to knock now that he was staying here, and because they’d fucked, but Lucky didn’t know the guy at all.
    With the towel wrapped around his waist, he opened the door saying, “After all, you’d think you’d have keys,” but for the second time in as many days, a man stood staring at him like he was looking at a ghost.
    Because he probably was.
    “Sorry. Not who I was expecting.” Lucky kept his voice neutral but in his mind that was running a hundred miles an hour, he was packing and leaving. Had to. There wasn’t a choice.
    “Jesus Christ. Josh.” The man’s voice broke a little and Lucky stared at him, wishing a memory would come. Because otherwise, he was just a dick standing here coldly, staring at a guy who was clearly emotional.
    “I’m Lucky,” he said automatically.
    “Damned right you are. Shit.” A hand went over the guy’s shaved head. “I know you spoke to Nate.”
    “I’m not the guy you want me to be.”
    “Yeah, you are. Always were. Look, I’ve got pictures. Please…can I just come in and show them to you? I just need to you know that Nate and I are telling the truth. We lost you for four years. You have no idea…”
    He trailed off and Lucky opened the door wider.
    “I’m just going to get dressed.”
    The man nodded. Stuck out his hand. “I’m Rex.”
    Lucky took it in his and stared for a long second, then let go. He turned and left Rex to walk in, and he went into his room and pulled on jeans and a shirt. Thought about making a break for it. But at the very least, he owed Emme and her parents more than that.
    Probably owed himself too.
    Finally, he went back out to the living room. It was barely noon but he slid into the kitchen and came back with a