Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book 2) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online

okay? Is your leg okay? Can you stand?”
    Seth’s hands were huge,
no wonder he could carry Dom all the way up to Peter’s floor. Domenico closed
his eyes, breathing in the cold and the leathery scent of Seth’s jacket. It was
all beyond confusing. “Yeah. We need to go.”
    “You just stay here, and
I’ll get my bike.” Seth let go of Dom and for a heart-stopping moment Dom felt
as if he was about to get a kiss from Seth, but it was gone half a second
later.
    Domenico gave a slow nod
and withdrew to rest his back against the wall. He couldn’t see much of Seth’s
face in the dark, but maybe it was for the better with how confused he felt.
“Okay.”
    Seth disappeared, and it
left an emptiness Dom didn’t expect. Wasn’t he some badass with a gun? He knew
he was. Yet without Seth there was no one to answer his questions, and no one
to tell him who to shoot at in the first place. Even with the lies Seth had fed
him at first, at least Dom had something to hold on to.
    Domenico hugged himself
to conserve warmth and be as little visible as possible. How could he possibly
explain his presence at the back of the building, in the dark, in a girly
balaclava? He’d probably get arrested on suspicion of molesting local children,
or some shit like that. He closed his eyes, listening. He didn’t know what Seth’s
motorcycle sounded like. There were plenty noises around anyway, and time
seemed to stretched like bubble gum.
    But when the engine
roared at the end of the alleyway, he didn’t even need to check to know that it
was Seth’s. It sounded raw and violent speeding his way. Was Seth a violent
man? He seemed like the kindest, sweetest mafioso Dom could ever imagine. Or
not a mafioso at all.
    He watched the beast on
two wheels stop in front of him. Seth’s mount was sleek and modern, powerful
just like its rider. Domenico smiled behind the balaclava and stepped closer.
“The police?”
    “There’s no police car on
this side. I haven’t seen anyone else either. Hop on.” Seth pointed to the
backseat, and Domenico complied, sitting down behind him. The machine was still
cold, especially through the sweatpants, but there were other priorities than
warmth now so he leaned closer and slid his bare hands into the pockets of
Seth’s jacket, holding on. And once again, the scent of leather became almost overwhelming.
Familiar.

 
    Chapter 5
     
    Seth was slowly
relaxing, and with Dom holding onto him, he could almost forget that the love
of his life didn’t know who he was. For now, the touch of Dom’s hands would
have to do. In the future, if Dom’s brain didn’t unscramble itself, Seth could
hope that maybe Dom would be attracted to him again. The thought of Dom never
being interested in him crushed his heart. But as much as Seth craved the
emotional closeness, he’d do everything to keep Dom safe, no matter what their
relationship ended up being.
    They drove on, already
out of the city and speeding down a local road. Now that they were out of
immediate danger, all he cared about was Domenico trembling against his back.
It was winter, and even without snow Dom was bound to be cold on a motorcycle,
wearing only wool and cotton. They needed to find someplace to crash soon. At
least he had the money to buy Dom a hot beverage. Dom needed to be in a hot
bed, not on the open road. He was wiggling about quite a lot so maybe something
was hurting him. At the nearest motel, Seth would stop.
    “Seth?” Dom yelled to
get through the noises of the motorbike. “There’s someone following us.”
    All of Seth’s senses
went aflame, and he turned his head to have a better look. He didn’t want to
seem paranoid, but when the bike behind them sped up, he pulled out his gun.
    “Hold on,” he said to
Dom with his heart thudding in his chest. Now that Domenico was so vulnerable,
he needed to protect him at all cost. There were no excuses because failing would
mean death for both of them. After what Domenico did for him,