Not now.
Not ever.
When it was all said and done, he would own the man, and what would be left of his body.
In this case, the punishment would most definitely fit the crime.
Because deep down, he knew one thing to be true.
The man was meant to be his.
Oh, and the other thing he knew?
At some point, that golden bird would call him master. If it was the last thing he ever did.
Bet.
On.
It.
Chapter One
Sunday Morning
Vacation Day
Redo
Hell, yeah, but he was so damn giddy. That the day was here, Gene Cantrell couldn’t help but smile like a lunatic. Finally, after having to cancel and postpone their vacation to Puerto Rico, it was finally going down.
And it was well deserved.
Trust and believe that.
Over the last few weeks, it had been a rollercoaster ride that no one wanted to be on.
They’d had to hold their breaths to wait to see if the man who hurt Corbin would be caught, and when he was found dead in that park…
It was time to breathe again.
Why?
Because Gene had taken out the trash, and that particular bag of rubbish wasNOTfinding its way back into the city.
Thanks to making a deal with the boss devil, Landry was dead.
Yeah, like a doornail.
Apparently, the ME’s report was in, and someone had blunt force trauma all over his body. Like he’d been run over by a car.
Or mauled by a bear.
In this scenario, he was most definitely the bear.
Normally, Gene wouldNEVERtake the law into his own hands, but Corbin was family, and the minute he opted to take that shower—there was no way the courts were handling this.
If Landry thought he was getting off scot-free…
