Page 107 of Pulse

He bowed as though having completed the grand finale of an epic performance.

Tomás stood frozen with the towel hiding his dick. The shrill shriek of an enraged telenovela character played in the background.

In an instant, a tsunami of rage transformed Tomás face into a furious snarl, and he lunged at Pulse. It happened so fast that only his decade of training made him react quickly. Muscle memory kicked in. He raised the gun and fired two rounds straight into Tomás’ chest before the man could touch him.

The towel slipped from Tomás’ fingers and floated to the floor, landing after his heavy body collapsed. Wide, hateful eyes stared up at him as blood erupted from the two wounds in his chest. Without clothing to absorb the liquid, blood spurted onto the floor, creating a large puddle in seconds.

Pulse stared down at Tomás as life left the younger man.

All he felt was peace—more peace than he’d experienced since before he’d walked into the Del Rios’ world.

He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Curly. Ten seconds later, there was a light rasp on the door. Pulse turned from the naked dead body and went to open the door. Jinx pushed into the room, followed by Curly, Tracker, and Ty.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jinx muttered as he spotted the body.

“What? What the fuck is happening? This is fucking bullshit. I need to be there.” Spec’s tone matched his irritated words.

“Why the fuck couldn’t you have asked him to put on some goddamned clothes? Now we gotta stare at his dick the whole time we’re moving him.”

“That’s your biggest concern?” Tracker asked with a snort.

“What? The only dick I like looking at is mine, which, I might add, is much more impressive than this dude’s.”

“You’re mind never grew past a damn thirteen-year-old,” Ty muttered as he walked over to Tomás’ crumpled body.

Jinx folded his arms and glared at Ty. “It sure as fuck did, VP. Trust me, the things I think of now did not cross my mind at thirteen.” He waggled his eyebrows, earning a laugh from Tracker.

“Hey…” Curly strode over to Pulse. “You good, brother?”

He allowed himself a second to consider the question. “Yeah. I am, Prez.”

Curly slapped him on the shoulder. “Why don’t you head out? Your woman must be climbing the walls by now.”

They’d be lucky if that’s all Talia was doing.

“You guys got this?”

Curly nodded. “Not our first rodeo.”

“Fair enough. Thanks, Prez.”

He strode out of the shitty motel into the cool, clear night, only to stop when he saw the gorgeous woman leaning against his truck. One glimpse of her had him grinning like a damn fool. “Just couldn’t be left out of the action, could you?”

Talia shrugged without an ounce of regret. “You don’t seem surprised to see me,” she said as she pushed off the car and strode his way.

Pulse stayed put so he could enjoy the show as she walked to him. She looked damn sexy in her black leggings and long-sleeve top, ready for a night of crime.

As soon as she was close enough to touch, he reached around her waist and yanked her to him. “Hi, baby,” he said before kissing her.

“Is it done?”

He nodded. “It’s done.”

She blew out a breath and leaned into his embrace. “So we can leave here, be together, and just be normal?”

He chuckled. “I’m not sure anything is ever normal with the Handlers.”

“Good point.” She tipped her chin up, offering her lips for a kiss. “I’ll take your club’s brand of crazy any day.”

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