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

“Fuck. And now what? Where are we going
anyway?”
    How was Seth to answer
that? Where were they going? ‘Away’? That wasn’t an answer good enough.
There was no way to avoid talking about it though because the bike slowed down
and then stopped with an unpleasant rattle. “Forward?”
    Domenico went silent and
just dismounted the bike, then walked over to the middle of the narrow road. He
faced away from Seth and looked into the darkness between the trees. It was so
thick, so complete, Seth hardly saw the border between Dom’s form and the
background.
    Seth sighed. That
silence was the sound of disappointment. He got off the bike and lit himself a cigarette.
“We just need to push the bike up the road, I’m sure we’ll find something .”
    “Is it safe for us to
just be on the road? Do you have a map, or something? A GPS?” Domenico turned
around, falling completely silent as he watched Seth.
    Seth took a big draw of
smoke to avoid answering for a few seconds longer. “We can get a map at some
gas station.”
    Domenico took a few
steps back, and Seth could see the frown on his face much clearer now with the
tiny light providing a gentle glow.
    “I smoke.”
    Seth looked at the last
two cigarettes he had in his packet. “I thought that maybe it changed. A lot’s
changed.”
    “You fucker,” Domenico growled,
snatching the cigs out of Seth’s hand as he pulled part of the balaclava under
his chin. He got two cigarettes and stuffed both in his mouth before lighting
them with the Zippo. The fire set his mad-looking eyes aglow, and soon the two
burning ends were staring at Seth like the eyes of the monster living in
Domenico’s lungs.
    “What? It’s my fault you
don’t remember that you smoke? Fuck.” Seth groaned and walked around the bike.
    “And where will we go
from here? What will we do once we have the map?” Domenico’s words were like
thorns cutting deep into Seth’s flesh.
    “I don’t know, okay?”
Seth spread his arms, watching the ridiculous image of Dom smoking two
cigarettes at once. “I’m trying my best here! It was your plan! Maybe if
you hadn’t assaulted our hosts, the police wouldn’t have knocked at our door.”
    “Oh, so now it’s all my
fault?” Domenico spread his arms only to pull the coat closer around himself
again. He was moving around to keep warm, pacing over to the edge of the trees
and back. In the eerily quiet night, even their breaths seemed to join the
sounds of the woods.
    “How am I supposed to
take care of you if you pull such bullshit stunts, huh?” Seth’s anger melted
with the feeling of uselessness, creating a cocktail he was not about to drink.
    Domenico stopped moving
and stared at him with all his four eyes, the red burning ones included. “Do
you have any clue what I wanted to do?”
    “Go to Mexico…” Seth
uttered. Dom was like a pair of pliers, trying to pull out stuff Seth didn’t
even have. Every question felt like a pinch to his flesh, like a big fat
insult. He was trying his best, and because he knew the old Dom would have been
so efficient, so well organized, made him squirm even more.
    Domenico nodded and
ashed the cigarettes. “Okay. But we’ll take the road?”
    Dom’s stupid purple
balaclava wasn’t making him look any less menacing. “Yeah. As soon as you get
better. Just leave it to me.” It was an empty promise. He couldn’t take care of
shit.
    Domenico kicked an
invisible stone. “I’m cold.”
    Seth looked around,
completely lost. If Dom got sick in his state, God knew what could happen. He
walked up to Dom and took off his jacket on the way, inviting goose bumps to
swallow him whole. He’d be fine though, it wasn’t him who was injured. “Take
this for now. Please tell me if you remember anything,” he added, hoping it
didn’t sound too whiny.
    Dom shook his head. “You
can’t just stand here in a T-shirt,” he said, pushing the leather jacket away.
He exhaled. “We need to move. At some point we’re