Page 60 of Gunner

My neck was already bruising where Gunner had bitten and sucked on my skin. How the hell was I supposed to hide the marks?

Gunner walked into the bathroom, and I scowled at him.

“What?” He whipped his cock out like it was nothing. “Had to let it go soft before I could take a piss. You owe me a rubout, by the way. I’ll collect later.”

“Look what you did to me.” I gestured to my neck. “I can’t talk to the man looking like this.”

“You’re overreacting. So you got laid. What’s the big fucking deal? Aren’t you an adult?”

“It’s not that I got laid. It’s—”

“—me. Well, newsflash for you, Witter. You fucking loved every minute of me making your toes curl, so deal with it and go open the damn door before he wonders what you’re hiding in here. Besides me.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand. You don’t have to worry about anything, do you?”

Not waiting for a response, I stormed out of the bathroom.

“Do you want me to stay hiding here until he leaves?” Gunner asked, stopping me in my tracks.

“What’s the sense? He already knows.”

I grabbed the file from the table and stuffed it into my duffel. I couldn’t worry about Gunner and our problems when I had to face that homophobic prick Millwood.

The police captain’s face was a bright shade of red as he stormed past me. He stopped in the center of the room, his gaze landing on the messy bed. From the indentation in the pillows, it was clear I hadn’t slept alone last night.

His lips curled in disgust. “Where were you last night?”

“Excuse me?” His question was the last thing I’d expected.

“You come to my city looking for one of my citizens, and a few hours after you visited him, we find his body in his car with several gunshot wounds. That’s too much of a coincidence for me.”

Millwood’s words hit me like a freight train. My mouth fell open as I processed what he’d just said. “Paddy’s dead?”

The bathroom door squeaked open, and Gunner walked out. I wasn’t even embarrassed. Everything paled in contrast to what I’d just learned.

“Didn’t I tell you to get the hell out of my city?” Millwood asked.

“You might not want to hear this, Captain, but it’s Uncle Sam’s city,” Gunner said, sitting on the bed and putting on his boots. “Not yours.”

“I didn’t ask you shit,” Millwood snapped. “You don’t speak unless I ask you a question.”

Gunner stilled. Tension crackled in the room. Slowly he rose to his feet, his face turning hard. The teasing gleam in his eyes when he’d tried to piss me off was gone, leaving behind a sinking black pit of danger.

“Gunner.” I brushed by Millwood and placed a hand on his chest. His muscles were tight as ropes under my palm. God almighty, he was really pissed. “Please don’t.”

“I gotta get the hell out of here.” He held my hand against his chest, but his attention was on Millwood. “Don’t be a pushover. Some people don’t deserve your respect.” He let go of my hand and strode to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Millwood asked. “I need to question you too.”

“Eat my dick, motherfucker.”

The door slammed shut, creaking the hinges, and I winced. Millwood pointed at the door, disgust painted over his face. “It’s bad enough you’re sleeping with a man, but him? That’s the best you can do?”

“Who I sleep with is none of your business.” I steadied my voice and squared my shoulders. “If you have any questions to ask, then ask them. I have nothing to hide.”

“Boy, did I peg you wrong when you first walked into my office. If the security cameras at that apartment building hadn’t shown Paddy leaving hours after you did, I’d be arresting you right now.”

“You thinkIkilled him?”

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