Sorensen’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for water a couple of times, before he twirled his finger in the air, sending the men he had with him retreating out the door. “I’ll be checking in on you,” he pointed a finger in warning at Axel, “And I don’t care who you have protecting you.”
The cop who had spoken up and confirmed the General’s identity squeezed his eyes shut and winced. He waited until the Chief of Police had disappeared through the now broken door before speaking. “Sorry about that Sirs,” he said, before he too followed his Boss.
“Phew.” Axel blew out a breath, “Thank fuck.”
“What the fuck is going on down there Moran?”the general asked.
“You are meant to be working, not riling up Chief Got A Stick Up HisAss Sorensen.”
“An unexpected complication,” Castello winked at Axel and pressed the button to take the phone off speaker. Putting it to his ear, he walked to the doorway to watch the cops loading into their vehicles.
“Grab your shit, bro,” Zack pushed one foot into the leg of his camo pants, then the other, “Anything you want to bring, grab it now.”
“What?”
Zack pulled the pants over his hips and buttoned them, “You are coming to Mexico with us?”
“Hell yes.” Of course, he was fucking going. No way he was staying here; Krystal was in Mexico, if the guys were going there, then he was too.
Axel took off for his bedroom, he didn’t need much; couple of changes of clothes, cash, cards, usual shit, and he was good. Throwing a duffle bag on
the bed, he stuffed it full of the stuff he thought he would need. Scanning the room, he tried to figure out if he had everything. His gaze landed on the bedside locker.Umm, bring it!He opened the drawer and rifled through it until he found what he was looking for.
“You got everything?
“Yup,” Axel spun around at the sound of Castello’s voice, he could already feel the blush rising up his face at Castello seeing his hands full of a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. But hell, the way they were sparking off each other, he would much prefer to have them, dry fucking wasn’t fun.
Especially not when it had been a while. If there was one thing he wanted to do with Castello Moran, it was have fucking fun. “Just in case we need them.” He shrugged and stuffed them into the side pocket of the duffle.
Castello crossed the room in two steps, put his hand on the back of Axel’s neck, and pulled him in for a kiss, a long, passionate kiss, pouring his soul into it. That warm rush of excitement kicked up a notch when Axel pulled him close, covering Castello’s mouth with his and diving deep into a kiss.
Cough. “Shit Boss, you two are worse than a pair of damn teenagers.”
Zack muttered. “Who the fuck put me in charge, last time someone was that stupid I crashed the fucking tank.”
Castello sighed against Axel’s mouth, “He’s a fucker.”
“But he’s right,” Axel agreed, and pulled back. He refused to look toward the doorway, where Castello’s second in command stood tapping his foot like an impatient parent. “We gotta go.”
“Yeah,” Castello rang his hand over his head and tossed a ‘shut the fuck up look’ at Zack. “You got everything?”
“Yeah,” Axel had all he needed; if he didn’t have it, he’d fucking buy it.
“But I got to fix my front door, or the house will be empty by the time we get back.”
“Already done.” Zack thumped his fist off the door frame, “I used one of those sheets of sheet-rock you had in the garage. That okay?”
“Sure.” Oh, thank fuck, if he had been fixing the door, then he hadn’t had time to see the whole kiss? Right? Axel would tell himself that and be happy.
“Then let’s go Oscar Mike.” Zack growled. “My balls are itching with all the hurry up and wait you have going on.”
“They call that crabs, McGuire.” Castello deadpanned. “You need to see
a damn medic about that shit.”
Axel followed Castello and Zack through the house to the garage, to the one remaining truck. He figured they already had a plan in place for how they were getting to Mexico. If they were bickering like a pair of toddler brothers over shit, then from what he had seen so far, everything was sort of normal.
He’d take it.
