Page 66 of Swamp Kings 1

“You want it now?”

“I’m sorry, yes. I’ll have to explain it later. You trust me?”

“Of course, I was just curious. I don’t care if you never tell me. When will I see you?”

“Within the hour. Almost done here with Kult, we’re finishing up some things with Quantum. He’s wanting to put together a surprise for Isla,” he thought up.

“Oh, okay,” she said, swallowing his lie whole. “I’ll find it and send it in a minute. Love you,” she said, sending his guts in his cock and his heart in his ass.

“I’m… still not good at…”

She giggled. “It’s okay. I know you love me too.”

“I do!” he hurried. “With every dirty molecule of my worthless body and soul.”

“Oh, that was good,” she praised, her tiny voice little tongue flicks on his cock. “See you when you get in.”

“Be waiting,” he whispered.

“I never stop.”

Fuck, he loved her and hated that his tongue had a hard time with the L word out loud. The phone buzzed and he clicked the image, enlarging it. “Here she is,” he said, hurrying it to Quantum.

He took the phone, staring. “Holyfuck.”

“You remember?” Harlow dared to hope.

“No, but…wowshe’s so beautiful.” He looked at Harlow, perplexed, showing him her picture. “How could I forget this?”

The door opened and Kaphas and the triplets entered. The cocky gait and smirk said Handy wasdriving and he drove right up to Quantum and took hold of his face. “Ah-ah,” he warned when Quantum attempted to remove his hands. “Be still a second while I check you out big brother.”

Quantum’s hands slowly lowered. “Brother? You’re my brother?”

He released him and aimed a wincing expression at Harlow. “I was worried this might happen.”

“What might happen,” Harlow ordered, in no mood for his sarcasm.

“He’s got Backlash marks all over him. When he was shutting us down it was like an epic race. Which one would land the knockout punch first? Seems we both did.” He turned to the triplets and flicked his head toward Quantum. “Would you mind kindly Fetch, Fathom and Finishing this.”

Fetch moved before him and Quantum’s gaze narrowed. “I know you.”

“I’m touched,” Fetch said, taking hold of his head and closing his eyes. He released it after a few seconds and Fathom stepped up next.

“I know you too,” Quantum muttered, more suspicious than relieved.

Fathom’s eyes didn’t close as he gradually angled his head, sparks of electricity dancing around his fingers now holding his head.

He released him and Fin moved in next, doing the same. He also didn’t close his eyes before releasing him.

“I know you too,” Quantum mused then looked between them. “What’s the verdict?”

Fetch said, “You’ve suffered something equivalent to a human stroke.”

“You called it,” Kult tossed at Harlow like they were tracking points.

“How do we fix it?” Quantum urged as a knock sounded at the door.

Everybody turned but Fetch. “It’s your wife.”

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