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See how far away Murray and his guys were.
Hot liquid from the noodles splashed onto his wrist and he realized his hands were shaking. He swallowed, closing his eyes briefly. This was not the time to be losing his shit, but apparently, it was happening. Though, what it was, he couldn’t truly say.
He forced himself to finish the food, tossing the empty container into a nearby trash can, then gulped down the rest of his water, throwing the empty bottle away as well. He wanted to get the fuck out of there already. He wanted all of it done and over with.
But if it were done Vince would likely be dead, wouldn’t he? And where would Scotty be? Back on the streets, or would he return to suffering under the hands of his monster of an uncle?
What did it matter? It shouldn’t matter. Zander had never spared a thought to anyone. Hell, he didn’t even know how he’d managed to have a long-term relationship with Derri. He didn’t harbor a soft spot for anything or anyone. His uncle had instilled that in him, training him to do nothing but follow orders. To kill. He’d been a machine.
But he wasn’t working for his uncle anymore. And a machine wouldn’t be sitting there with a hard dick that refused to get soft, wondering how Vince would taste or if Scotty’s skin blushed that crimson all over.
I would like to see it.
His mouth watered at the silent admission.
“Fuck.” He leaned back on the car’s bumper, balancing on his elbows. “What the fuck?” They probably had minutes. Fucking minutes. And he was going through this crisis now?
A sound reached his eyes and he sat up as Scotty exited the office and walked over to him, eyes wide and bright. Zander didn’t want to look at him, but he couldn’t stop. Not when Scotty dropped his stuff in the trash. And not when he just stood there next to the car, staring back at Zander.
“You know, you don’t have to be such a dick all the time.”
The semi in Zander’s pants jerked at the husky reprimand. Fuck. “Go back inside.”
But Scotty didn’t budge. He just kept on talking. “Will you consider what I said? Will you let Vince go?”
Zander hopped off the car and approached him. He liked the flash of fear in Scotty’s eyes. Not so much the answering tug he felt in his groin. “So you’re no longer scared of me?”
Scotty snorted. “I’m terrified of you,” he murmured while holding Zander’s gaze and standing still. “But I’m also terrified of what will happen to Vince.”
“Right.” He smirked. “Because you two are a thing now?”
Scotty just stared up at him and as Zander watched, that red flush crept up his throat and covered his face, climbing to the tips of his ears again. Zander dug his nails into his palms to keep from touching the other man, but it was harder than he’d expected. Especially when Scotty stared at his mouth as if he heard Zander’s thoughts. As if he knew and wanted the same thing.
Zander took a step back. He didn’t have time for that. For the foolishness he wanted to indulge in. The temptation Scotty presented. He had to prepare for what was about to land on his doorstep. Now wasn’t the time to wish for things like kisses.
He was a trained killer. He was stronger than the urges that made it difficult to breathe.
A soft touch settled on his arm. “Zander?—”
“Don’t.” He shrugged away from Scotty and returned to the office, ignoring Scotty on his heel.
“Please, just listen to me.”
“What’s going on?” Vince asked.
Zander tuned them both the fuck out as he grabbed his phone to check in with Derri. He needed to know exactly how far away Murray and his men were. Time to start preparing for?—
Scotty snatched the phone out of his hand. “You need to?—”
Zander grabbed him by the throat and the phone crashed to the floor. Ignoring Vince’s shout, he drove Scotty backward, slamming him into the nearby wall. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“Please.” Scotty’s pulse raced under Zander’s touch, eyes wide and wet, lips trembling. Was it from fear or something else? The warmth of him…
Zander’s head spun. They were so close. He felt every line of Scotty’s body. Felt the hardness of him. Scotty wanted. Like Zander wanted.
God. Fucking. Damn. He inhaled, chest heaving, body strung tight as he panted, taking Scotty into his lungs. His mind struggled to grasp on to reasons as to why the answer to the unspoken questions in Scotty’s eyes should be no. He was losing his mind.
Scotty just watched him, those big eyes begging. At his back, Vince was talking, but blood roared in Zander’s ears, drowning out words. Pressed against him, Scotty trembled.
