Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online Page A

combination of beach themed and country living. Sounds a little strange, but look around. It flows pretty well.
     
    Drew's boxers are barely hanging on his slender hips and his tight chest is completely exposed courtesy of the shirt idea he apparently abandoned. The muscles masked underneath the colorful tattoos has my bottom lip jumping between my teeth.
                 
    Do not ask me the last time I saw a man naked who wasn't being tortured.
                 
    Omar clears his throat.
                 
    Busted.
                 
    Omar growls, “You don't feel you have to wear clothes?” 
                 
    Drew grunts and shrugs, eyes now on me. “Do you blame me?”
                 
    Was he flirting? I know. I know. He's a McCoy. They flirt with anything that can breathe on it's own, but....Damn it. Omar's right. I may have trouble staying focused. You'll help me, right ?
                 
    “Besides, you or one of the goons who jumped me took my clothes to search them for weapons.”
                 
    “How do you know that's what they were taken for?” Omar stands at attention, eyes cutting me a glance. “Who told you that?”
                 
    Drew's confusion is immediate. “No one.”
                 
    “Then how do you know that?”
                 
     
    “'Cause I'm not a moron. You didn't take them to get them dry cleaned, so to make sure I wasn't packing was the next logical conclusion.” Omar's shoulders slightly relax. “Now, can I get one of my smokes?”
                 
    “You have spare clothes in the drawers of your room. A fresh pack of cigarettes has been placed in there as well,” I calmly answer.
                 
    He gives Omar one more harsh look before he retreats to change. The moment the door shuts Omar whispers, “I hate McCoys.”
                 
    A small grin comes to my face as I return to unpacking the groceries. “Why? Because they're funny?”
                 
    “Because they're like parasites. Hard to exterminate,” Omar answers before he starts to place the bags containing the requested work materials on the round kitchen table.
                 
    “To one side please. We have to have room to eat.”
                 
    “He can eat on the floor like the fungus he is.”
                 
    I roll my eyes. “Stop being dramatic.”
                 
    “I'm not,” he insists before his cell phone thankfully rings. There's a short pause before he states, “I have to go. I'll be back to pick you up at two.”
                 
    Once I'm alone in the kitchen, I finally let out a breath.
                 
    Don't get me wrong. Omar is the closest thing to family I have in this world, but I'm not dumb enough to believe for one moment his loyalty lies anywhere near me when The Devil's best interests are on the table. Loyalty to The Devil comes first. It's that or die. Facts are facts.
                 
    “Is he always so friendly?” Drew's voice appears closer than I expect.
                 
    Quickly, I turn around to see him just a couple feet from me, a cigarette dangling from his fingertips, his bottom half now in sweat pants with no underwear and still very shirtless.
                 
    Very, very shirtless. Could I be his shirt? Oh God. I'm gonna get myself killed thinking like that. Okay, so....you think it for me...Deal?
                 
    My answer is said on a chuckle. “Yes.”
                 
    Drew offers me a smile. One that I can understand why girls would melt for it. “Big guy might wanna work on his hospitality.”
                 
    “That's what I'm here for,” I reply and prepare to turn around when his voice stops