"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Qhuinn took out a twenty and didnтАЩt wait for changeтАФmurder was just a liiiiiittle too tempting. Nodding to John, who was also measuring the dear boy for a shroud, Qhuinn went to walk off.

тАЬWhat about your change?тАЭ the man called out.

тАЬIтАЩm deaf, too. I canтАЩt hear you.тАЭ

The guy yelled more loudly, тАЬIтАЩll just keep it then, yeah?тАЭ

тАЬSounds good,тАЭ Qhuinn shouted over his shoulder.

Idiot was stage-five stupid. Straight up.

Stepping through the security bar, Qhuinn thought it was a miracle that humans like that got through the day and night at all. And the motherfucker had managed to get his pants on right and operate a cash register.

Would miracles never cease.

As he pushed his way outside, the cold slapped him around, the wind blowing at his hair, snowflakes getting in his noseтАФ

Qhuinn stopped.

Looked left. Looked right.

тАЬWhat theтАжwhereтАЩs my Hummer?тАЭ

In his peripheral vision, JohnтАЩs hands started flying around like he was wondering the same thing. And then the guy pointed down to the freshly fallen snowтАжand the deep treads of four monster tires that made a fat circle and headed out of the parking lot.

тАЬGoddamn motherfucking shit!тАЭ Qhuinn gritted.

And he thought Mr. Observant was the stupid one?





TWO


Back at the BrotherhoodтАЩs mansion, Blaylock sat on the edge of his bed, his naked body flushed, a sheen of sweat across his chest and shoulders. Between his legs his cock was spent, and his hips were loose from all kinds of bump and grind. At the other end of the spectrum, his breath was squeezed, his flesh requiring just a little more oxygen than his lungs could provide.

So naturally he reached for the pack of Dunhill Reds he kept on his side table.

The sounds of his lover showering in the bath across the way, along with the spicy scent of hand-milled soap, were achingly familiar.

Had it been almost a year now?

Taking out one of the cigarettes, he picked up the vintage Van Cleef & Arpels lighter Sax had given him for his birthday. The thing was made of gold and marked with the firmтАЩs trademark Mystery Set rubies, a 1940s lovely that never failed to please the eyeтАФor do the job.

As the flame jumped up, the shower turned off.