Page 3 of His Favorite Color is Blood
“Gary! Please, don’t let them take me! You promised! You promised I would only be yours!”
Grim tried to keep him still, but as Misha continued to struggle, the floor finally got closer. Grim released him, and Gary’s body lying on the smooth floor became the sole focus of Misha’s existence. On his hands and knees, he moved forward, hardly even remembering to avoid the glass scattered all over the living room.
Grim’s voice came like out of a different dimension. “He’s dead. Don’t bother.”
“No!” Misha whined, but once he got up close to the gunshot wounds, the blood, and the smell of piss, he didn’t have any hope left. Even the twitching he earlier noticed might have been an illusion he clung to, because Gary’s still-warm body was motionless. His eyes were wide, blood no longer trickling from a hole in the middle of his forehead, his mouth was open, and his tongue lay slack in the corner of his mouth. Misha had lost his lifeline.
He shuddered, staring at the red stains gluing Gary’s favoriteStar WarsT-shirt to his chest. Misha’s brain refused to come up with answers. With Grim approaching, Misha took a deep breath and leaned over Gary in a desperate attempt to buy himself some time. The smell of urine and sweat was hard to stand, buton a hunch, Misha discreetly dipped his hand into the front pocket of Gary’s pants. The cool steel of the flashdrive Gary never parted with was a shock to Misha’s system, but he quickly fished it out, hugging the dead body. No matter how detestable Gary was as a human being, he did protect Misha from further harm. Maybe he would continue to do so thanks to any intel about the nameless organization that owned Misha’s life. Still, looking into Gary’s glazed-over eyes meant the end of an era.
Misha wouldn’t miss Gary’s cock forcefully entering his throat or Gary’s hands wandering all over his stumps as they watched movies, but he already missed the safety this place provided, because he knew what the alternative was. The presence behind him was impossible to ignore.
“He was a bad man. You will be safe with me,” said Grim.
Misha clenched his fingers on Gary’s T-shirt. The only place he’d ever be safe was at the bottom of the ocean, wearing concrete shoes. “He had friends … maybe we could find them, maybe they could—” Misha’s breath became too erratic for him to speak. He was sure he was in the US, since most people who visited, now including Grim, had American accents, but other than that? He had nothing. No papers. No money. No possessions. And no fucking legs.
Grim pulled on Misha’s shoulder. “Have you ever piggybacked? I need to get you out of here quick.”
Misha swallowed, now wondering if piggybacking was only an excuse for Grim to feel Misha’s cock on his back, but a deafening rattle of gunshots pushed him into action. He looked up at Grim and nodded, reluctantly outstretching his arms to his new captor.
Chapter 2
Grim
Grim’s head was acolorful, pulsing mess as he carried his prize through the empty corridors. Andrey was heavier than he looked, but maybe his muscles added so much weight to his body, as his frame wasn’t too large. Grim couldn’t help but tune in to the warm touch of the sweet bird’s thighs, the heat where Andrey’s crotch lay against Grim’s back, the chest pressed against him, and the arms around his neck. It was fate Grim had found this beautiful broken bird out here—during a recovery mission at that. Someone must have kidnapped Andrey from his home in Russia, so no wonder he was so scared and confused. But now that Grim had freed him, the worst was over. Grim could give Andrey’s life a whole new quality. If Grim didn’t have to watch where he was going, he’d turn his head to kiss the slim fingers on his shoulders. They were so pale and fine, like the stumps that were so obscenely exposed where they dug against Grim’s hips.
Another round from a machine gun not that far away had Grim alert and focused on Andrey’s safety only. As far as he was concerned, his part in the mission was over, and he would not be staying with the Louisiana Coffin Nails chapter to find out what had happened to everyone else. He now had different priorities.
He wanted to say something soothing, as Andrey went quiet, but the sound of a helicopter above them made talking impossible. Grim had to to keep his shit together. He needed to leave unnoticed before anyone saw Andrey with him. Police would ask too many questions and so would Ripper, the Louisiana chapter president. The shooting was dying down slowly, and that meant the Coffin Nails MC must have overpowered the guards and taken hold of enemy territory, just like they had planned.
As a Nomad, Grim was frequently called over to participate in large-scale operations of the motorcycle club, but this time it was more personal than he could have imagined. He came here to help the local chapter deal with a gang of human traffickers who had taken one of their female hangarounds. The gang had been kidnapping kids and selling them to some sick fucks to torture, but Andrey seemed fine, if a bit scared. Grim had saved him in time.
Touching that pretty bird was like having his cock jerked off by this creature straight out of Grim’s fantasies. He’d been a subscriber of the website where Andrey published his videos and blogged for such a long time, and now, the lovely stumps he fantasized about were close enough to reach, briefly touching Grim’s thighs as he rushed through the woods to avoid confrontation with his biker brothers, who might mistake him for a foe in the dark.
“Where are we going?” Andrey asked in that melodic Russian accent, and all Grim could think of was how many times he’d seen those pretty lips suck cock or lick up a dildo. Having had so much practice, how would Andrey take Grim’s? Would he be gentle and slow in his sucking or greedy to take in as much as he could? Or maybe he’d want to be passive, like in many of the videos? Grim scowled. He doubted Andrey could comfortably deepthroat his cock. Most men didn’t even try to challenge the beast in his pants.
“Somewhere safe. Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone near you,” he promised, rushing between the trees as quickly as he could with the soft ground halting his efforts with every step.
His whole body throbbed with excitement when Andrey tightened his grip around Grim’s neck. “I trust you,” he said so close to Grim’s ear that his mouth almost touched it.
Grim chewed on his lip and sighed in pleasure, gently squeezing Andrey’s smooth thighs. “Don’t you worry, birdie, we’re close,” he said and started running with renewed effort. Soon enough, there was a clearing in the woods, and Grim smiled when he ran out into a parking lot housing numerous trucks and some of the bikes belonging to the MC members storming the torture hub. He was proud to show off his bike already. It was a true beauty, styled to look somewhat like a ride from the 1940s, shiny in black and chrome.
But the moment he thought that, he stopped halfway to where he had left it upon arrival. He couldn’t take Andrey on the bike. He didn’t have a sidecar, and Andrey wouldn’t be able to hold on properly. No, that would not work at all.
“What state are we in?” Andrey adjusted himself on Grim’s back, and his gorgeous thighs moved against Grim’s hands. His presence was such utter sensory overload Grim was losing his usual razor-sharp focus.
He turned around and pressed his lips against Andrey’s forearm, and for a brief moment when their eyes locked, the chemistry was off the charts. Grim needed to look away to compose himself. “Louisiana,” he said and, struck by an idea, ran for a row of mid-sized trucks. He could easily fit his bike in the covered bed of one of those.
“Why did you kill Gary?” came the next question. As shaken as Andrey seemed, he didn’t shed any tears for his supposed boyfriend, and his questions were to the point. Maybe he wouldn’t miss the psycho and could soon be all Grim’s? In a place such as this, that Gary guy must have been like a lifeline to Andrey, but the fact was that the bastard had lied to Andrey and taken him here without even telling him where they were.
“Told you. He was a bad guy. He shot at me, and I needed to defend myself,” he said and opened the passenger’s door. Score. The keys were in the ignition. The cab smelled of those damn air fresheners, but it would have to do.
Grim turned around so Andrey could climb into the seat, and when he looked into Andrey’s face, he received the most heart-melting hint of a smile. “It’s good to have you on my side,” Andrey said and pushed some of the long strands that had escaped his bun behind his ear.
Grim’s senses screamed in anticipation. He grabbed the door, steadying himself as he looked into that serenely handsome face. He leaned in, watching Andrey’s big brown eyes that spoke of innocence and relief. His pulse thudded even in his throat. A prize. He deserved something for getting the bird out of here.
Andrey reached out to the side of Grim’s face, stroked his cheek with his thumb through the leather of his mask, and left a gentle kiss on Grim’s lips. Grim wanted nothing more than to tear the mask off his face and continue, but that had to wait. They weren’t safe yet. Stray guards could attack them, and with the gunfire now over, Grim’s biker brothers could be heading this way. They would insist on questioning him or worse yet, leaving him to be questioned by the police, like all the other victims of the group they had attacked this night. Grim couldn’t have that.
He put his hand on Andrey’s knee, but even through the glove, he could sense just how near the stump was. He refrained from touching it, just because he fearedhe wouldn’t be able to stop himself from going further. “I’ll be right back,” he said and closed the door before breaking into a run to find his bike.
