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Then the hand that held the cigar rose to his mouth, and as he took a puff of the cigar, his middle finger raised and his smile grew wider as smoke billowed from his mouth.
So much for the truce…
Chapter Twelve
“Thank you for coming with me, Dante, but I’m fine. I can tell you’re freaking out about Sel.”
“He’s fine,” Dante told his husband in a grunt.
Blaine’s arms wrapped around his middle and Blaine’s chin rested on Dante’s shoulder so they could both gaze out the window.
They were in Twin Pines, the hotel Blaine owned in Oregon. He’d held onto it because he’d first fallen in love with Dante there, but Dante remembered it differently.
Oh, they’d been happy there, but Troy, that abusive asshole, had been there too, at that time. Troy, who Dante had stolen Blaine from. “Dante, I love you so much. You know that, right?”
“Mmmhmm,” he said, though he didn’t really know what he was agreeing to.
“Remember when you couldn’t say those words to me? You expressed your love instead of saying it. That is when I first learned to read you and not your words.”
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed again.
“And now I’m naked, my cock so hard that I’m gonna pull your pants down and fuck you. I know how much you love bottoming.”
“Mmm…what?”
He turned around as Blaine let go of him, laughing. “Dante. Chill out!”
“I can’t,” he said, brushing past him to pace the suite. “If my brother finds out I left his son there…”
“With a house packed full of bikers and Kings? Yeah, we’re still in more danger here than he is there, Dante.”
Dante stopped and refused to look at him. “I told everyone it was your idea to get away, baby.”
“I know. I don’t care. Is that what has you freaking out?”
“No,” he huffed. “I’m…worried! I’m…worried. That’s all.”
“About Sel, about the resort, about the killer, about a thousand things. And still, you’re not telling me the one thing you are most worried about.”
Dante finally looked into Blaine’s eyes. It was time for him to tell the truth. “I, uh, asked Neil for one more favor. I didn’t want Prince to know, fearing he’d tell Dex.”
“Oh? And?”
“The money, Blaine. We always wondered where the billion dollars went, the payment Harrison received from me for the property. If Brooks has control of it, which is likely he does…he has the money to elude us for years.”
Blaine sighed, “Oh. I see.” He sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and set his hands together and slowly slid them between his knees. “And that would indefinitely postpone the opening of the resort, and all the money we’ve put into it.”
“No, Blaine. I don’t care about the money. I can make more money.”
Blaine’s lashes fluttered as he raised his eyes to Dante. “The kids.”
Dante sunk to his knees in front of Blaine, like he was begging his husband. “I promised you a family long ago. I promised you a life of love and happiness. We’re going to move back here, to the lake. I’ll build us a house here and we’ll live happily here.”
“I’ve fallen in love with you, Dante Carrillo, but I’m not stupid. You’d give up everything for me, and I’d love you for it, but I love you more than that. I love you enough to know when you’re giving something up for me. I’d never ask that. Besides, I love it there too. I want to see families enjoying it. I want to know men are falling in love there, like Dallas, Marius, and Ruben did. I want everything you dreamed of for that piece of land in the middle of nowhere, someplace to hide away from the rest of the world. Please, Dante.”
“How can we ever have that, with a serial killer haunting us there?”
“We’ll catch him. I don’t doubt that.”
