Corruption by Eden Winters Read Free Book Online

get dressed.” Bo lowered his arm and fished in the floorboard, coming up
    with a pair of boxer shorts. “Sponge Bob? Really?” He snickered.
    Lucky snatched away his plain blue boxers. As if he’d ever wear cartoon characters. It wasn’t even a snicker-worthy joke. In fact, if
    Lucky didn’t know better, he’d say Bo made a dud of a pun in a half-hearted attempt to change the subject. They dressed in silence, Bo
    not meeting Lucky’s eyes.
    Twenty minutes later found Lucky sitting shirtless in a kitchen chair and Bo in a better frame of mind. “Hey, it’s been nearly
    twenty-four hours since I left here and the house is still clean,” Bo remarked while opening a tube of doctor-prescribed salve.
    Lucky moved his foot to hide a stray sock beneath his shoe. “Hey, I’m not a total slob.”
    Bo opened the dishwasher to reveal the previous night’s unrinsed spaghetti bowl. “Uh-huh.”
    An empty tuna tin sat partially hidden by the trashcan. Maybe Bo wouldn’t notice.
    “Oh, darn. You got gauze?” Bo asked.
    “Medicine cabinet. Or maybe top drawer in the vanity.” Where had Lucky seen the roll last? “You might try under the
    sink.”
    Bo blew out a breath. “I’ll find it.” He stalked off to the bathroom.
    Lucky snatched up the tuna tin and dropped it into the trash.
    “Cans are recyclable. You should rinse it out and keep it,” Bo called from down the hall.
    Damn. Just damn.
    Bo came back, clutching a roll of gauze. “Now hold still.”
    “Ow,” Lucky exclaimed
    “But I haven’t touched you.”
    “It still hurts.”
    “But I haven’t touched you.”
    “You will. And it’ll hurt.”
    “Wuss.”
    “Hey! I got shot.” Lucky added extra whine to his voice for good measure, recalling the pampering he’d received for a broken
    foot and ankle.
    Bo let out a low whistle when he peeled the gauze back. “Holy fucking shit. No wonder it hurts. This is gross. The doctor sent you home like
    this?”
    “What?” Lucky craned his neck, trying to get a better look.
    Bo blocked the view with his hand. “Trust me, you don’t want to see this. I’m thinking we better get you back to the
    hospital. This looks infected. You might wind up losing the arm.”
    “What the hell? The doctor said it was just a scratch.” Lucky rolled his eyes upward to Bo’s pursed-lip scowl.
    “It is. Now stop acting like a four-year-old and let me clean and re-bandage.”
    “Jerk,” Lucky muttered under his breath. “You don’t play fair.”
    “Aww… poor little thing has a scratch on his arm.” Bo’s mocking tone fell and one brow raised as he stared
    intently into Lucky’s eyes. “I’m glad you’re not hurt, but if you ever get shot again and don’t call me,
    I’ll finish what they started, understand? And don’t forget, if you don’t take care of yourself, and the wound gets infected,
    I’m licensed for injections. I have absolutely no qualms about jabbing a gram of cefazolin into your ass cheek every six hours.” He
    smacked his hand against the back of Lucky’s head. “Now, how’s your ankle?”
    Lucky’s not answering immediately gave him away.
    “It’s still sore, isn’t it?”
    “Some,” Lucky confessed.
    “Yeah, well if you’d gone to physical therapy like you were supposed to…”
    Lucky bit down on the Yeah, yeah, yadda, yadda that nearly escaped his mouth.
    Bo let the topic die. “How about you go out into the living room and rest your boo-boos while I fix dinner. If you behave yourself,
    I’ll give you a blow job later.”
    Ah, but Lucky loved the way the man’s mind worked. Most of the time.

Chapter 4
    “Humor me, please.” Walter held the conference room door open for Lucky to pass through.
    Lucky’s sigh could have blown papers out of a closed briefcase.
    A rough semi-circle three rows deep and ten chairs wide left the front of the room open except for the space occupied by a guy barely out of his teens
    sitting at a table. Fifteen fairly young men and women sat alone,