Page 27 of Agony

He wanted… no, he hoped for so much for them. Dipping his head into the crook of the man’s neck, Justice drew in a deep breath and hugged Fisher tightly.

If they could just stay like this and not have the world fuck with them, then they could make it. Maybe they could run away and live a life where murdering wasn’t their normal. A world where he got to wake up with Fisher and they’d eat breakfast in the mornings and talk about normal, everyday things.

“I’m sorry,” Fisher croaked.

It took a moment for it to dawn on him why Fisher was sorry. The man felt guilty because he’d left without a word days ago. But now Fisher was back and all the hurt melted away.

“Don’t be,” he muttered against Fisher’s skin and cupped handfuls of the man’s long, gorgeous hair before he drew back to guide Fisher into the house.

Closing the door, Justice flipped the lock and walked through the house toward the kitchen to drop off his groceries. The moment all the cold stuff was in the fridge, Fisher caught his hand before he could do any more.

Fisher pulled him toward the bedroom.

He was more than okay with that.

“I need to ask you some questions,” he said huskily when the man ran a warm palm beneath his shirt and over his bare abdomen.

Fisher snorted. “Later.”

It was sometime later that next afternoon, after having been up all night exploring each other’s bodies, that Fisher came awake through a quiet conversation Justice was having on the phone.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Make sure Blue is dead,” Justice said flatly.

The mention of Blue’s name jerked Fisher upright. His eyes flew around the room until they landed on Justice standing naked in the master suite bathroom doorway with a cell phone to his ear.

Everything from that night came flooding back.

Mouse was dead. The tiny adorable teenager would never look at him again with those trusting baby blue eyes and Fisher wanted vengeance.

But…

How the fuck did Justice know about Blue? Was it a hit?

Didn’t Erebus realize the guy was even more sick and twisted than Solomon had been? That there were others involved?

Like Beck? Blue had killed Mouse, which meant the fucker would surely kill Beck.

Beck was missing. That was his first order of business.

It was a fucking bad idea to kill Blue right now.

Fisher leaped off the bed and started gathering up his discarded clothes.

Justice was suddenly behind him, wrapping him in his arms.

“Take a shower first. I have some sweats you can cinch the waist and a t-shirt until you can get to your own clean clothes,” the man murmured.

A shower did sound good. He stood indecisive. “Who was that?”

“Ice.”

“Are you guys going to kill Blue?”

Justice sighed and hugged him tightly. “That’s the plan.”

“It’s a stupid fucking plan!” Fisher snapped.

“Take a shower and we’ll talk about it.” Justice took the clothes from his hands and drew him into the massive washroom.

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