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“Don’t really give a fuck.”

Knowing that was a lie, Sel smiled but said, “Finding anything?”

“I’d find something quicker if you weren’t bothering me.”

Sel walked over to a box marked heating oil, and opened it, seeing jugs of the stuff. He went to another one marked MREs and took a couple out. “Hungry?”

Indio stood and turned slowly, his eyes two angry slits. “I know we’re all supposed to drop everything when you come into a room, but right now, I’m looking for something to help us get out of here. It’s hard enough in this light without you jabbering in my ear.”

Sel moved closer to him as he said, “Stop acting like you hate me.”

“Never said I hated you,” he whispered, taking a step backward.

Sel took another step forward. Indio took another step back, but that one set him against another shelf. Sel didn’t push it, stopping his movement as he said, “You act like you hate me.”

“You don’t even fucking know me. How do you know I’m acting like I hate you?”

“So, you like me?”

Indio was breathing heavily, and his eyes were staring so hard into Sel’s, Sel could almost physically feel them. Then he moved, and when he did, it caught Sel off-guard, and he nearly fell back on his ass.

No chance of that, however, as Indio caught him by the shirt, yanking him hard, right into his chest. “Shut the fuck up for once in your privileged life,” he said before he smashed his mouth onto Sel’s, kissing him with enough force to make sure Sel felt it for a very long time to come.

His hair was in both of Indio’s fists in seconds and he couldn’t move, but that was the thing. He didn’t want to move, but then he was moving, and he was the one back stepping as Indio walked him to the wall and moved to pin him there.

The kiss changed the second he couldn’t move, Indio moving his tongue into Sel’s mouth, brushing it roughly across Sel’s. Sel moaned into the kiss, and it was from surprise, sure, but it was also the fact it was the best kiss of his life.

Feeling it to his toes, Sel gave himself to that kiss, tilting his head, letting his shoulders fall, then he went further, curling his leg around the two of his, hands holding Indio’s waist as he was kissed with such a burning passion, he thought they’d both erupt into flames.

When it was over, Indio broke the hold Sel had on his legs and moved away from him except for one hand that moved from Sel’s hair to his throat. “Stop goading me.”

Sel was dizzy with desire and all he could do was drunkenly nod.

“I can’t have you.” He moved in, kissing Sel much more gently. “Yet.”

He was gone from the storage room, leaving at a quick pace and Sel was left against the wall to smile.

Yes, he was trapped in a concrete tomb. Sure, there was a serial killer who wanted to kill them all, but at that moment it all fell away.

Indio wanted him. Just…not yet.

Chapter Twenty

Dante sat with Prince on the cement steps that led down into the cave. Staring at the door, like his mind could wish the thing open, the clock ticking until his brother arrived.

“I found the signal,” Prince said, quiet but excited. “The feed is going out to a phone.”

“How the hell can you know that?”

“It’s not difficult,” Prince said humbly. Dante doubted the young man would know how to brag. “It’s a phone app. I use an app cloner on my computer, one I came up with. I can see anything he does, but what I need to do is cut off his access. He was also using a cell phone and internet killer. It knocks out signals. I already took that down, but since we’re not getting calls from inside, either no one has a phone or the walls are too thick.”

“Probably both.”

“My guess as well. Okay, so what my system is working on right now is cutting off access to him and giving it solely to me. Once I have that, I can get the code, and we can open the doors.”

Dante was amazed, being he’d only used computers at Prince’s age to look up porn. “Fascinating.”

“See them?”

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