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When he arrived there, Poe was sound asleep, and Rufus was still keeping him company.
Gamble wanted to sleep naked beside his man, but he knew if he had to get up to defend them, cock out was a bad option.
Naked cuddling would have to wait until they got the hell somewhere safe.
As he slipped into bed, Rufus moved to make space for him, and Poe immediately turned into his body to cuddle. His head was on his chest, and he was still sound asleep.
And now, Gamble tried to get some rest.
Only, he was struggling.
Was staying there going to cost Poe his life?
And the whole time, Gamble did only one thing.
He became Zayn Thundercloud two-point-oh.
The king of paranoia.
Chapter Seven
The Estate
Tuesday
Three A.M.
To be honest, Gamble wasn’t sure what had awoken him, but something pulled him from his slumber. It had originally sounded like whimpering, or maybe it was a whole-ass conversation.
Only, Gamble wasn’t sure.
As he lay there, listening, it absolutely wasn’t Poe who was still next to him.
Hardly.
He was sleeping deeply, and that told him it had to be from somewhere outside the room.
That’s when he heard it.
Diablo.
The horse was stirred up, and that wasn’t the norm at that time of the night.
Oh, his horse was a nightmare on a good day, but not at three in the morning. For the last three months, he couldn’t count one time that the horse disturbed anyone at night. He was more of a daytime menace.
The middle of the night was his downtime.
Now, Gamble was worried.
Slipping out from beneath Poe, he pulled on his shoes, and grabbed his flannel shirt.
Then, he closed the door behind him, leaving Rufus in charge. If someone was on the grounds, and near Diablo, he needed to protect his horse.
Von Donore was a dickwad and the kind of scumbag that would enjoy hurting an animal.
Heading toward the security panel that was inside the front door, Gamble saw that everything was still on, and that was a good thing.
Only, that’s when he heard it.
