Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online Page A

but the moment
he faced Angelo again, heard his voice, all he wanted was to hold
him close and snap his neck when he’d be least expecting it.
    But he couldn’t afford mercy.

Chapter
4

    Seth rummaged through his mom’s pantry, to
see what was left of the preserves she made before she died. He was
trying to find the recipe book she had for jams and pickles, but it
wasn’t going his way so far. The room was cluttered, dusty and the
ceiling was so low he had to stay on his knees while looking
through the shelves in the semidarkness. This was the moment when
being big and tall wasn’t all that helpful. At least he was alone
here and could spend some time in peace and quiet.
    But if he were honest with himself, this
whole “looking for preserves” thing was just an excuse to get his
mind off the matter at hand.
    He was falling for Domenico Acerbi. It wasn’t
moths in his stomach anymore, but full-on butterflies and other
shit. He was fucked. Not in the literal sense, though that was an
aspect of it. He was fucked in every other conceivable way. His bad
taste in men had reached new heights. It was okay to play around
with Dom, but he couldn’t be really getting attached to him. Dom
didn’t care for him. Dom had a mission and entertained himself with
Seth in the meanwhile. Being the hot stuff he was, Seth was hardly
surprised. After a few days back in Italy, Seth could barely sleep
and wished Dom was by his side. Everything would be better that
way.
    Yesterday, when Dom had led him in a dance
in the barn, Seth was so mesmerized he didn’t know what to do. He
actually felt embarrassed he’d done the girl’s steps but only
pondered on that later. When Dom led him with so much ease
everything seemed easy. Having feelings for Domenico Acerbi was the
worst idea on the planet though. The guy would use it to his
benefit the moment he spotted an opening in Seth’s defenses, and
Seth would be beyond fucked. He’d be on a sea of ‘fucked’ with only
a pancake spatula for a paddle.
    He crawled in farther, behind another row of
shelves and jars, hoping to spend the rest of the day here if no
one noticed he was gone. Fortunately after the initial proposal and
an afternoon with Lucrezia and her father, Seth was not to see her
until the wedding day. She seemed like a perfectly nice girl, which
only made the whole thing so horrendous. She was eighteen, for
fuck’s sake! What did she know about what she wanted in life?
    The pantry was hot and stuffy, but being
here was still better than the pressure he was under outside. Seth
took off his T-shirt and put it on one of the shelves. He could
even lie down on it later and have a nap. Maybe that would help him
forget all the shitty things that kept happening in his life. He’d
even called Peter in the morning, wanting to let him know he was
fine, tell him that he was sorry for the sudden breakup, and all he
got in return was anger. There was even a new boyfriend in the
picture! Good for him, but still… why couldn’t Seth’s life look
better? Peter even told him not to call again so he clearly got
over their two-year relationship quickly.
    There was a clang of the door opening, and
Seth froze with tiny hairs standing up on his nape when he realized
he couldn’t face the person who entered as easily as he’d like.
    “There you are. I’ve been looking for you
forever.” Domenico.
    Seth sighed, though his
heart instantly raced at hearing Dom’s deep voice. Fuck . He quickly
dismissed the idea that maybe if he stayed quiet Dom wouldn’t
notice him. He obviously already had.
    “Yeah. I was looking for stuff…”
    “So, you free? I’m done with my report so I
thought we could get some air?”
    “I— No. You could’ve texted
me. I’m looking for this thing .” Seth raised his voice,
peeking at Dom’s silhouette from behind the shelves. To his dismay,
Domenico walked deeper into the pantry, no doubt to force Seth to
follow him. He even had his hair down, the