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181 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 6, 2020
They’d killed a man mere hours past and they were here now, because this was who they were. And it was glorious. Depraved, too. But it was for them, the depravity. It was just for them. It was fuel to the bonfire, it kept it raging, flames reaching for the sky, singeing anyone who weren’t them.
“I am here,” he whispered the words meant only for Stavros at his lover’s ear. “Always here, Diablo. I go nowhere unless you are with me, so come back. We have blood to spill. Graves to dig. Bodies to bury.”
Without him at his side, Daniel was about to cut a bloody path through anyone in his way. Digging graves and stacking bodies. One by one.
“Monsters aren’t born, you know.” [. . .] “No man leaves his mother’s womb with an affinity to wreak havoc and court death.” He sighed. “We are created by circumstance. By loss. By pain.”
“I don’t feel strong." [. . .] “I don’t feel strong.”
“You do not have to be, Diablo. Not all the time. Not here with me.” [. . .] “But if you want it, my strength is yours. Always yours.”
"[. . .] We are not invincible, though you make me feel like that. You make me feel like death is just one more thing to conquer.”
“I am glad. Otherwise I would be alone in this madness.”
“Never,” Stavros shot back. “You are never alone. Could never be alone.”
“Thank you for tonight.” Other people’s lovers gave them jewelry and trips to exotic locales. His gave him a body to torture and dismember.
Daniel’s teeth flashed bright when he grinned. “I know the way to your heart, diablo.”
“You’re not invincible, Nieto.”
“Of course not.” He’d never claimed to be.
“There is someone out there who will fuck your ass up.”
“Sí.” Daniel jerked his head in agreement. “I fell in love with him.”
awh ❤︎ now please talk about ANYTHING else. . .
to torture or not to torture, that is the question✨
“This feels oddly like déjà vu,” he croaked out.
“Diablo.”
He panted as he gazed down at Daniel.“We should tell Toro to add lube to the duffel bag of supplies.” He licked his thumb then scrubbed away a smear of blood from the tip of his lover’s nose.
“Yes.” Daniel’s lips twitched. “This might become a bit of a habit.”
The scent of blood stung his nostrils and had his mouth flooded with saliva. Doing was a thrill, it set him on fire getting his hands dirty with the sticky red. But watching… Watching Stavros was the worst kind of foreplay.
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“I want that war between Pascal and Jairo Beltrán—” He named The Forger’s husband, the one they’d learned from Yusef was laundering all his estranged family’s dirty money. “And I want us to destroy whoever is left when the dust settles.”
The thought of his lover’s fury forced his stiff, aching face into a smile.
“He’s smiling.” The person in front of him sounded incredulous. “Boss, he’s smiling.”
Thanks to Anna, the nurse who’d been planted with Stavros’ uncle, they had names which had been used to acquire some grainy photos, so they had a few ideas on who they were looking for.
“Thank you for tonight.”
Other people’s lovers gave them jewelry and trips to exotic locales. His gave him a body to torture and dismember.
“I know the way to your heart, diablo.”



