“I swear to fuck I am going to beat you.” In his head, Saxon ran through the numerous methods of torture he’d witnessed or even heard of over the years. There had to be one that fit the crime of ‘being a dick.’ “This is fucking important.”
“You can’t.” The tip of Luc’s tongue peaked out the side of his mouth as he concentrated on filling in details. “You need us to help you get your man back. You think he’ll be pissed, or will he want to share?” He waved the phone where Saxon could see, “It’s too late, I already started.”
“I hate you.” Saxon knew the man he had been raised with was trying to get him to admit that Rick was more than just a friend or someone he knew. It wasn’t happening. It was none of his damn business what Rick was or wasn’t to him. He made a grab for the cell but missed it when Luc snatched his hand back. Then had to swerve sharply to avoid sideswiping the line of parked cars. “Asshole.”
“Next right, then it’s on the left.”
“Got it.” Christ, he hoped like hell that Rick was still here, still breathing. He followed the directions Max called over coms and Roman pointed out to him. Finally, he turned the truck into a parking lot attached to a house.
“When he stops, you better hoof it to TOC.” Roman advised Luc.
“TOC?” Rage blasted through his veins. “What the fuck?”
“Bravo Three, Eagle.” Noble’s voice commanded attention. “Get your ass to TOC so we can make sure we get your man back.”
“He’s not my man.” Argh, they were going to make him batshit.Rick… we need to get Rick back. Period.When they did, they all would see he and Rick were just friends.
“If you say so, Bravo Three.”
“I can take him, and if this guy isn’t his man, then he needs this app,” Luc tapped the keys as he answered Roman,tall, blond, grumpy bear, looking for love.He hit save, and moved to the next tab.
“Move, Luc.” Roman warned as Saxon ripped up the handbrake and slammed his door open. Jumping out of the seat, he fell back when the seatbelt hook got stuck in the buckle on his belt.
“Fuck.” Saxon freed himself and spun toward the back door. Pulling it open, he reached for the asshole he had grown up with. “Gimmie that.”
“Shit,” Luc scrambled across the back seat, out of his reach, and fled. Yup, the badass Nemesis operative straight up fled from Saxon. He ran for the door and pushed it open. Entering the building, he slammed the door shut behind him, and leaned against it with his full weight.
“What the fuck are you doing, Brady?”
“Um, Zenko,” Shit, would Saxon’s teammate side with him? Eh, he was gonna hope Red Squadron were as similar to his own team as his experience with them over the last couple of months had led him to believe. “I was… Saxon won’t admit Jones is his, so I’m setting him up a profile on Grindr.” The door behind him pushed inward. Luc braced his feet against the floor, keeping his back to the door.
“Open the door, asshole.” Saxon hammered on the wood. “Swear to fuck I’ll shoot you through the damn door.”
“Gimmie the cell,” Zenko waggled his fingers in a ‘give me,’ gesture. “I’ll finish it, you keep him there.”
Thank fuck, Zenko was going to help make Saxon crazy. Score! “Here,” Luc tossed him the phone, “V over the middle keys opens it.”
“I’m not going to be scarred for life if I unlock this, am I?” Zenko cocked his head to one side, as if considering his options.
Oh my, that could be fun, but he would never disrespect Roman by showing stuff that they had agreed was for only between them. “Nah, as long as you stay outta my videos, you’re good.”
“Open the fucking door, asshole.” The door rattled as it felt like a bull slammed off the other side of it. He supposed Saxon could be considered a bull. Well, bull in a china shop, maybe. He was well known for falling through roofs and floors and for damaging shit.
“Here, I’ll help you.” Roman appeared behind Zenko. He moved next to Luc, bracing his feet on the floor with his ass against the door.
“Did you come in the back way?”
“Yup,” Roman jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “He’s so mad, he didn’t see me heading that way.”
“He’ll see you aren’t there in a sec,” Zenko’s voice was filled with amusement, “In fact he’s gone quiet out there—”
“Fuckers.” The loud slam of a door from the back of the house made all three of them jump.
“Go,” Luc pushed Roman and Zenko ahead of him up the stairs, “Move faster.”
“Get out of my way, you fat fuck,” Roman shouldered Zenko, sending him against the wall.
“Fuck off camel breath—”
