“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Galavant scrunched up his nose. “Just not the face, okay? I have to work at the club tomorrow night—”
Mickey pounced, slamming the butt of his gun into the side of Galavant’s head.
Galavant crumbled to the floor with a groan and didn’t move.
“What did you do that for?” Jules griped. “We still gotta hide him somewhere!”
“Too much?” Mickey frowned.
“Jackass.” Jules sighed and kneeled down, scooping Galavant into his arms. “I’ll find a place to stash him and this bag of cash. Hopefully, he’ll remember what the fuck he’s supposed to say when he wakes up. You get ready to load up the second Lorre’s opened the safe.”
“Got it.” Mickey watched Jules lumber off into the kitchen, and he turned back just in time to see the safe door clink.
Roger stood up, waving to the open safe with a flourish. “Ta-dah!”
Mickey had never seen so much money before in his life. It almost didn’t look real, and he couldn’t resist the greedy smile curling his lips. He holstered his guns and picked up some of the empty duffel bags, shoving one at Roger.
Roger took it and immediately packed in handfuls of cash. Even with both of them working, it was going to take several minutes to clear the safe. Mickey set down an empty bag and dragged the wads of cash in like he was clearing dust off a shelf, watching it tumble down like a green waterfall.
“You know,” Roger said casually, “you looked really hot doin’ your thing.”
“Not now,” Mickey warned, reaching for another bag.
“You know everybody calls you the ‘Shadow’? Why is that?” Roger went on, undeterred. “Is it because you’re so fast?”
Mickey said nothing and snatched more cash.
“And quiet?” Roger taunted. “Mmm, I bet I could make you get loud. When your dick was in my mouth before, I bet—”
“Shut up,” Mickey snarled, slamming his hand around Roger’s throat.
Roger moaned.
The air had suddenly become hot, sweltering, and Mickey wanted to keep squeezing. He wanted to hear Roger moan again, just like that, just for him.
“Don’t stop,” Roger pleaded, his eyes wide as he leaned into Mickey’s hand.
“Business first.” Mickey used his grip to shove Roger back. “Fuckin’ weirdo.”
“Then pleasure?” Although Roger’s face was mostly hidden behind the mask, it was obvious he was smiling.
“If you’re lucky,” Mickey snarled, not believing what was coming out of his mouth.
He was flirting.
Now.
Mickey’s rage was rising, and the urge to punish Roger was overwhelming. He wanted to put him in his place, down on his knees… oh, this was more than anger.
Mickey wanted to own Roger, totally and completely, and he hated how weak his desire was rendering him. Those bright blue eyes were stripping him of all his defenses.
It also created another irritation, another primal urge that needed urgent attention.
He took a deep breath, steadying his hands. He honestly didn’t trust what they might do, but he had work to do.
“We’re literally playing with millions in cash,” Roger said as he continued to stuff bags with cash, clearly oblivious to Mickey’s inner struggle.
Or maybe he did know, Mickey mused, and that was why he looked so damn snug.
