Page 102 of Wanted
“Hey.”
The big-nosed prospect snorted. “Oh, you know each other? You should have said you’re Cy’s boy.”
Liv flushed with fury, hating that those guys just assumed that he’d come to suck Cy’s dick, just because they maybe-kinda knew one another.
But Cyborg cut in first, eyeing Liv from top to bottom, as if he were studying a pile of dirt. “He’s not my type,” he said and turned around, walking out with his burrito.
Liv stopped breathing when someone cracked a laugh, but he ignored them and followed his instinct—and Cy—out of the garage. The big bastard couldn’t have not heard his footsteps but acted as if he was too good for Liv and ignored him, walkingright past the green Honda, which had been abandoned for now. Liv had better things to do than exchange unpleasantries with more than one person.
“I wanted to thank you!”
He didn’t. But people always liked to receive gratitude, and Cyborg was no different. He did slow down and glance at Liv with raised eyebrows. If his artificial red eye didn’t reflect light in a way that made him look like the next Terminator actor in costume, he would have been quite handsome, actually. Well, tosomeoneat least.
Liv took a deep breath as he caught up. “Yeah, Knox is doing much better now. Thanks to you,” he admitted.
Cyborg sat down on a bench far away from the partying crowds, as if it was normal to sit around outside in this cold.
He unwrapped the upper part of his burrito. “Good to hear. Two holes is enough in a man.”
Liv stood over him, unsure if he was invited to join with his own food, and as the meaning behind Cy’s words caught up with him, he had to dig in his heels to keep from charging the fucker. “Something you know a lot about, I’m sure.”
Liv hated entertaining Cy, but he wouldn’t get a job around here without gaining this bastard’s approval.
At least he was getting somewhere, because Cyborg smiled as he bit into his wrap. “Oh, yeah, both can be real nice, and I’m sure Knox’s are. So… you guys still open like he said?”
Bastard was doing that on purpose. Pushing word needles under Liv’s nails as if it wasn’t enough that he’d flirted with Knox knowing damn well Knox had been taken. He just wagged his dick about, trying to find out if he could get someone to stick to it.
But Liv would take the high road. He’d be calm and collected. He’d not think about Cyborg on top of Knox—
He slapped the burrito out of Cy’s hand and shoved him. His patience had ended, and he wanted to smell blood on his knuckles, even if it got him in trouble. “Don’t you fucking talk about him like that! You got your own holes, huh? Fuck you!”
Cyborg stared at the food on the ground, then looked up at Liv with a scowl. “The fuck did you just do?” he asked with the voice of a killing machine.
Liv expected him to get up, but instead, Cyborg lashed out with one of his arms while still seated. He yanked Liv by the front of his jacket, then pushed him over the back of the bench. Liv’s burrito flew into the air as the world whirred.
“I’m gonna talk about your slutty boyfriend however the fuck I like!” Cy roared as the dusky ground sped toward Liv. He folded at the last moment, but while he might have saved his neck from twisting, something broke under him with the crack of glass. All senses on high alert, he rolled to his hands and knees in time to see Cyborg’s powerful silhouette storm at him. Words that needed to be said got stuck when he jerked back to escape a boot meant for his ribs and leapt up, slamming his fist into the steel-hard abs. He could feel them tighten at the contact, but the little gasp of pain Cy uttered was unmistakable.
“Shut your fucking face!”
Liv might be smaller than Cyborg, but he’d been in enough fights to know being big wasn’t everything. Hell, Knox had shown him that.
“I’ll be saying whatever the fuck I want, and your dick-hungry boy was easy pickings. I’d dump his cheating ass if I were you.”
This time, when Cyborg tried to grab him, Liv managed to pull back, narrowly avoiding his hand. That only angered the man mountain in black, and as Liv took a few quick steps back to flee the charge headed his way, the world seemed to slow down.
In his blind confidence, Cyborg stepped on his fallen burrito. Squashed under his boot, it spat out some beans and corn, thenserved as Liv’s ally in the fight when Cyborg slipped on it and fell back, grabbing at air.
With victory already playing a triumphant tune in his head. Liv descended on the fucker, about to deliver a punch straight into his fucking face when Cy’s leg twisted around his and toppled him over. Dropping to the ground like a log, Liv didn’t get enough time to strike before Cy pinned him down in a chokehold.
What the fuck was this guy? A Navy Seal?
As the hands blocking his airflow remained in place and needles of fear stabbed at Liv’s brain, he grabbed both of Cy’s wrists, fighting to force his hands away.
He scratched at Cyborg’s massive forearm with one hand, as he blindly tapped the ground with the other, desperately looking for a weapon. As soon as his fingers felt an empty can, he grabbed it and started beating it against Cy’s head, but he could barely reach it and wasn’t doing any damage.
As air became unavailable and Liv’s dizzy mind no longer cooperated, he patted the ground, trying to signal that he was tapping out. But would this be enough for a guy who’d shot someone in the head point-blank?
Cyborg gave his neck one more squeeze, as if in warning, but then let go, leaving Liv to gasp for air.
