Page 66 of Breathe
“And now that I don’t need to deal with Solomon, I’ll go after Micky,” Fierce said.
“No!” Freedom’s voice was filled with fear and anger.
“Micky? Is that the name of Tanis’ brother?” Azrael asked, his blood running cold.
“No, Tanis’ brother is Titus. Micky is Titus’ right-hand man,” Fierce said.
“Tanis and Titus? Are you kidding me?” Rebel asked incredulously. “Are they fucking twins?”
“No, they’re triplets. Tanis, Titus, and Tatum,” Fierce answered solemnly.
“Well, shit.” Rebel raked his fingers through his short, dark hair.
“Let’s…talk inside,” Azrael said, gesturing to the house.
Fierce scowled, but Boston took a step closer to the pair.
“It’s warm and there’s a fire going,” Boston said.
“I’m cold,” Freedom said, hugging his arms around himself.
Fierce took one look at Freedom’s shivering form and nodded.
Two down and numerous to go, Azrael thought as he led the way into the warm house.
Hopefully, they could bring both Freedom and Fierce into the business. It was way better being in Erebus or YA or hell, even Genesis, than being out in the cold.
He made them all coffee and everyone drank it except Boston and Freedom, who opted for a can of soda pop.
“So, are you two…” Boston asked, waving his hand at Fierce and Freedom. “Together?”
“What?” Freedom asked, shocked. “No, he’s my best friend.”
“Friends only,” Fierce agreed.
“There’s quite an age gap,” Boston pointed out.
“Yeah, circumstances will bring the oddest people together,” Freedom said with a slight smile at Fierce.
The bigger man smirked and nodded in agreement.
Before Azrael could offer to make food, the sound of vehicles approaching down the dirt road filled the night.
It was the sound ofbigvehicles, like four UTV’S or a fucking tank, Azrael couldn’t be sure, but the house shook with a rumbling force.
He was sorry he’d lost his pocket pistol, but grabbed one of the nine-millimeter handguns they had stashed in various places around the house.
They all had guns when they took position at the windows, watching.
Headlights cut through the night, and four large vehicles pulled up and stopped in front of the house.
“Now what?” Azrael muttered and then caught his breath when several men dressed in dark military gear jumped out of the vehicles.
One of them looked oddly familiar, and his breath caught in his throat. He knew the cut of those wide shoulders. He knew the tilt of that sexy head and those big, beefy arms.
It was Real.
So, this had to be Genesis.
