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368 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 20, 2018
“But the fact was, the waiting had come to an end. He was about to fuck up Low’s life.”
“Because you and I, Lowell Scott? We’re about to burn each other to the ground, and I will speak your fucking name when I’m covered in the ashes of us”.
“You-You’re a criminal.” He was the only person who required that reminder.
“That’s Right.” Renzo murmured at his ear. “And I’ll fuck you like one, too”.
“Will you call me Daddy, Low?”
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“You want to tell me about dude from the bar?”
Renzo had gone a good few hours without thinking about Lowell Scott. Low was his. His secret. But Dax was his best friend, so Renzo told him, “Three years ago, I saw him. He walked past me, he was hot, he smelled like warmth, and I’ve been wanting him ever since.”
In the throes of his worst nightmares, he forgot Monster wasn’t around anymore. He forgot he’d escaped captivity. He forgot there wasn’t anything to fear.
When he slept, he forgot he was no longer Mauricio Costa.
He was Renzo Vega now. Undercover FBI agent. Powerful and dangerous. Untouchable.
But in his dreams, he was nothing but a terrified little boy, huddled against cold bricks as his teeth chattered, eyes wide in inky, tangible darkness, crying out for his father.
His father never came.
Monster came, though. Every single time.
He flashed hot, that all too familiar fear gripping him. Kenton had been the only one in the family who knew Low was gay, and he’d sworn his cousin to secrecy. He couldn’t tell Tanty Ellen, she was entrenched in a church and a religion that saw Low and people like him as unnatural and wrong.
He couldn’t tell the one sister he was closest to, because her issues went way deeper than religious beliefs.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” He coughed. “I too busy.”