Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book 2) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) (19 page)

Seth’s mind drifted off
slightly at the thought of asking Dom to talk to him with a German accent in
bed. That could be a lot of fun. Or with a Texan one, pretending to be a rough
cowboy picking up a foreigner. He smiled to himself, thinking of fucking in the
back of a pickup truck in the middle of a corn field.

“I’ll get the guys on
it,” Baldie said, who actually had a very appropriate name badge stating he was
called ‘Gus’.

“How long will it take?”
Domenico downed his coffee and nodded with an appreciation that must have been
fake, but seemed too real.

“Twenty minutes tops.
And we’ll check the RV if you have a bit more time. Cash as usual?” Gus opened
the door and walked out as soon as Seth finished his coffee, too.

“Yeah, just give it a
quick once over if you can,” Dom said, slowly following Gus outside with his
hands in his pockets.

Seth could hardly
believe it when Gus set all his employees to work on their RV. Dana stopped
writhing, most probably resigned to her fate now that Dom turned out to have
better contacts than her. They followed Dom and Gus out of the office. Now that
Seth thought about it, she must have gotten them here thinking she’d have a
friend to help her out. Seth gave Dom a longing look. Too bad for her that Dom
was better than her and knew everyone everywhere. She would not get to pee in a
toilet.

Domenico turned to face
them with a small smile. “You heard the man. Twenty minutes. Best garage in all
of the Midwest.”

Gus’s lips stretched
into a wide smile, and he crossed his tattooed arms on his chest with pride.
“Sorry girl, but you shouldn’t have messed with Mr. Schwangau.”

Dana looked at the
floor, humiliated, as she should be. No one messed with ‘Mr. Schwangau’. Especially
now that he was talking with this sexy accent. Except Seth of course. He could
mess with Mr. Schwangau all night. Dom would be all businesslike, efficient
like a Swiss watch, tie his hair back, wear a pristinely ironed shirt, like in
the good old days. And Seth would have a nice
Dankeschön
for him after a
good hard fuck.

In the garage, work on
the RV was in full swing. There were so many people around it, it reminded Seth
of a Formula One pit stop. Seth breathed in the scent of grease, happily holding
Dana in place while watching his beautiful man do his magic. Dom could have
been a model, yes, but he could have also been a brilliant actor, a rival to
his idol, Marlon Brando.

A car pulled up from the
road and rolled toward the free space inside the garage. Seth smiled, knowing
no one would spare the new customer a second glance. He did back away into a
corner to hide Dana, since who knew what the psycho would do.

As he turned, the car
door opened with so much impact, it crashed into the wall and the next thing
Seth heard was a bullet ricocheting off metal. He scooted on the ground and
pulled Dana with him. She moaned into the fabric but stayed still, waiting for
Seth’s move. The garage workers fell to the floor, screaming, but all Seth
could see was Dom, out there in the open. Dom pulled out his gun, his hair
floating in the air as he dropped to the ground and hid behind a pile of tires.
Seth had almost lost him to bullets once and that would not be happening again.

He pushed Dana back into
the office and hid behind the door, peeking out to spot the assailant. How the
fuck were they found again so quickly? They’d taken a crappy road here to avoid
any street cameras.

Domenico rolled behind
one of the other cars, and it was only after a moment that he briefly emerged,
sending two bullets toward the attacker, who at this point hid behind some
barrels. None of the other men could reach him there, but Seth had a clean
shot.

His mind cleared as he
breathed in. He could almost sense the pine trees of a German forest where Dom had
done target practice with him. Dom’s arms wrapping around him, and steadying
his grip on the gun so there would be no mistakes. Seth shot and a pained
scream rippled through the garage.

All hell broke loose the
moment the attacker dropped his weapon, and it rattled across the concrete
floor. Men rushed from behind makeshift hideouts, some wielding heavy tools.
Gus reappeared with a shotgun he must have stored somewhere in the garage, and
then there was Dom, unharmed and sexy as fuck with his trusty Beretta in hand.
He was slowly walking over to the now defenseless man on the floor, who curled
up with a pained sneer as he tried to stop his leg from bleeding out all over
the floor. Seth got him in the thigh, and the fucker was not going anywhere,
especially with men surrounding him from all sides. A smile of relief dropped
from Seth’s face, when he noticed a familiar baseball cap emerge from behind a
car. With a wild expression, the young guy raised his hands with something big.
A sledgehammer.

Domenico opened his
mouth to stop him, but the tool swung at the attacker and smashed straight into
his forehead, breaking the skull. The man’s eyes crawled out of his eye
sockets, and his brain leaked out onto the floor. As the body stilled, tension
seemed to leave the room, but one of the younger guys puked into the nearest
bucket.

Domenico’s hands dropped
to his sides, and he let out a groan. “For fuck’s sake, you idiot! How are we
gonna know who sent him now?”

Gus shoved Baseball Cap
hard enough for him to drop the bloodied sledgehammer to the floor as they
tumbled toward the nearest wall. “What the fuck? You have even less brains than
this fucker here!” shouted Gus, gesturing toward the disgusting mush that
frothed out of the attacker’s skull.

The other mechanics
rushed to close the garage doors while Domenico scooted down next to the body
and started searching the man’s pockets.

Seth yelped when he
noticed Dana was right next to him, scooting in her short skirt and watching
the scene with glistening eyes. She didn’t seem upset though. With the slight
frown marring her forehead and the blonde tangled mane, she looked like a lion
assessing a competitor. Domenico got up and kicked the dead man’s ass before
walking over with a few items in hand. His face was twisted into an expression
Seth would pray to never have directed at him.

“Fuckers found us,” he
uttered to Seth as he walked by, heading straight for the open restroom inside
the office.

Gus scratched his bald
head and ordered his men to clean up the body. Seth slowly got up, fighting the
softness in his knees. They would never be free. This whole escape was useless.
He’d tried his best, but without Dom’s knowledge, they were fucked.

“Do you still want the
plates changed? We’re almost done with that!” Gus yelled Dom’s way.

“Yeah, do that. We need
to go as soon as fucking possible,” Dom said, washing off blood from his hands.
His eyes settled on Seth, and for the longest moment he was quiet before
saying, “It’ll be fine.”

Seth licked his lips and
helped Dana up even though she didn’t seem to need it. “I know.” He faked a
smile.
He
was supposed to take care of Domenico, make sure they were
safe, but he was failing so utterly he wouldn’t be able to look into the
mirror.

It took over half an
hour until they could leave. Domenico did search the attacker’s car, but he
found nothing of substance. The drive from the garage was silent and tense,
with Dom completely focused on the road. He was so preoccupied that he hadn’t
dropped his German accent and spoke to Seth like a stranger even as they got
back on the highway and sped south.

Seth got Dana to sit by
the table and looked at his chicken without appetite. It now reminded him of
the raw human meat on a concrete garage floor. He pulled the gag out of her mouth
and lay on the bed with a deep sigh.

“Seth, we can just buy
some food at a drive-thru today. What do you say?” Domenico asked from his
place behind the wheel.

“I’m not hungry
anymore…” Seth said, looking up at the dirty ceiling of the RV. He wanted to
die first, so he wouldn’t have to watch Domenico get killed. Was that a selfish
thing to think?

Domenico sighed. “You
sure? We need to be at the top of our game.”

Dana cleared her throat,
and when Seth looked at her, she was staring at him, chewing on her lips.
“Actually, you might want to pull over for a few minutes.”

“Why is that?” asked
Dom.

She gave Seth a slight
smile. “I might have planted a tracker on you.”

Seth jumped to his feet
and patted himself down, feeling his blood go cold. Would she have done it when
he was unconscious back at the hotel? “What? Where?”

For the first time since
they met, she laughed in what seemed to be a genuine way. “Underneath.”

The RV sped up, and each
bump became more of a problem. “You bitch,” Domenico growled. “Should have
known.”

“You should appreciate
my honesty.” Dana sighed. “I could have kept quiet about it after all.”

“Makes me wonder what
you want,” Domenico said as the RV slowed down again.

“I can see that the
stories about you are all true, even if it was your boyfriend here who dealt
with the man with the gun this time.”

“Seth can take care of
himself,” Domenico said, stopping the RV. He quickly left the cab after that.

Seth had to force back
the smile of pride that threatened to break his face apart. He sat down
opposite Dana. “You really fucked Gus?”

She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, and he sucks ass. Not in a good way. Could have at least helped me out
with you two if he can’t give me an orgasm.”

There was no time for
Seth to comment, because Dom came back. He was a bit dirty, and had his hair
tied back.

“Where?” he asked,
yanking Dana by the arm with a snarl.

“Hey, I’m doing you two
a favor. This one was clearly just a scout. You can trick them by going the
other way now,” she said as Dom pulled her out of the RV.

Seth followed them,
unsure what would happen now. “Why would you be doing us a favor?”

“Mr. Schwangau here is
right, I realized I do want something from him. More than the money offered for
you two."

“That being what?” asked
Domenico, back in his comforting southern Italian accent. It felt like a hot
water bottle for Seth’s heart.

Dana kicked the bottom
of the vehicle, and Domenico immediately rolled to the asphalt, pulling himself
under the RV as other cars sped by. “I can see my contacts aren’t nearly as
great as I thought. Clearly, I have set my eyes on a fish too big for my hook.
But if you let me stick around, I could prove myself worthy. I want what you
have,” she said with such plain honesty, Seth had to do a double take.

Domenico looked out from
underneath the RV, and then something snapped, and he was out, dirty and rugged
as he stood up to face Dana. The device he retrieved flew into the nearest
bushes, and he frowned. “Just what I want from an apprentice. A vagina and a
past that involves trying to kill me.”

Dana sighed. “I know
we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot--”

Seth’s eyes grew wide.
“You broke my nose!”

“It was a job. I failed
at it, and I need someone to teach me to be even better. Who else is better
than Animal Control?”

Domenico showed her the
door. “Seth, drive?”

Seth wasn’t sure what to
think of this turn of events, but he followed the order with that uncomfortable
feeling settling in his stomach. Dana followed inside, and he could see her in
the rearview mirror, sitting down by the table.

Domenico asked him to
pull off the highway at the third possibility and head west. As they got back
on the road again, Domenico sat across from Dana and looked her in the eyes in
a way Seth knew very well. Domenico was being the unsettling bastard he could
be whenever he was trying to make another person uncomfortable.

“You knew who I was
beforehand. Why did you agree to the job?”

Seth couldn’t see Dana’s
expression, but she stayed silent for a moment. “I thought I could do it. And
I’d get to meet you, see what you’d do.”

“That went well,” Dom said,
leaning toward her. “You’re not bad, but we’re not nearly in the same league.
I’m surprised they would send you after us.”

“I’m not the only one.
They’re desperate to get you two, but also secretive about what you did to
deserve such a manhunt, so that had a few people not take the job.”

“Who else is there?”
Domenico leaned back with his arms folded across his chest.

“I wouldn’t know. I only
got a call from my contact, and then Frederico contacted me as well. He seemed
extremely eager to find you.”

Domenico didn’t show the
distaste he must have felt and went with what he was being told. They’d apparently
both decided not to let Dana know about his amnesia. “That’s a shame. We need
to disappear, and soon. And so do you.”

“Hopefully not six feet
under? I can be useful.”

Seth could hear that
fake smile in her voice.

“What can you do?” asked
Domenico. “You dropped the contract. How can I know you’re not gonna betray my
trust if I choose to place it in you?”