“That’s all I need.” Darius’s car keys jingled. “I’m driving Kit to the next parking lot over. Let us know what this Mr. Tweed—” He gave Kit a small grin. “—does when we leave. Then follow him until he enters a vehicle or building.”
“I’ll get the plate number, or the room number,” Holden said, still serious.
“If you can,” Darius said. “We’ll have James follow up with the surveillance. It’ll just make his job easier if you’re tracking the target.”
“Don’t call Mr. Tweed a target yet,” Kit said, buckling his seat belt. Sure, Mr. Tweed looked suspicious. But calling him a targetpreemptively might sound like a kill order to a certain cuddly psycho. “Holden, don’t do anything stupid.”
“Who, me?” Holden said innocently, then hung up.
9
sounds like someone is into sharing now
Blood still rushing from the sound of his darling’s voice, Holden leaned against a lamp post. The metal was cool even through his sweatshirt, but he didn’t mind the chill. Occasionally, he glanced from his phone to his target.
Sorry. Mr. Tweed wasn’t a target yet, according to Kit. Which was clearly an attempt to take Mr. Tweed off Holden’s kill list—for now.
No need to worry. Kit didn’t want Holden to kill people on a whim, so Holden wouldn’t. Both because he wanted to make Kit happy, and because being trusted felt nice.
Holden hadn’t expected that.
He had no more than a vague feeling that Mr. Tweed was a threat. All his subsequent justification was just that: subsequent. The vibe came first. Analysis of the man’s appearance and behavior came later.
But Kit and Darius were both willing to act cautiously on Holden’s bullshit hunch. That was sweet of Kit, and smart of Darius.
Mr. Tweed sat about forty feet away. Other students and staff members occasionally crossed between them, in drips of individuals and pairs. All Holden could see were Mr. Tweed’stweed-covered shoulders and the gray-brown back of his head. After Holden’s initial analysis, he’d moved out of the target’s eyeline.
Sorry. Not a target yet.
A message buzzed into Holden’s phone.
Mine:we’re parked again. any changes???
Holden reluctantly glanced up at the target—not a target, not a target—in between replying to Kit.
Holden:no changes! what are you doing?
Holden:there’s probably time for Darius to suck you off while you wait for me
There was a long pause. With each second, the corner of Holden’s mouth ticked up into a more satisfied smirk.
Mine:it’s broad daylight!!!!
Mine:also sounds like someone is into sharing now hmmmmm
Holden:hmmmmm :)
He wouldn’t say he was into sharing. Though it was easier now than at first, when Holden wasn’t sure whether Kit’s other relationships would take away from theirs. When he wasn’t sure how many pieces Kit could slice from his own heart before there was only blood, spilling between Holden’s grasping fingers.
But that wasn’t how it worked. Kit didn’t have to tear himself apart to love them all. Holden was even growing to like the idea of multiple people guarding Kit from the world. Unfortunately, Holden still had to do things like attend class and call his parentsand endure his weird internship. He resented sleep too, for taking his mind away from Kit.
James and Darius were useful. And okay. Watching every angle of Kit’s expression as the other men took him apart?
That was kind of exhilarating.
Before Holden could tease his darling more, his target—sorry—moved.
Holden:BRB
