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“Stop cutting me off. Doug is straight and not my type even if he weren't. I don’t do jealousy, Syn. So knock it off.” Furi leaned in and brushed Syn’s neck with his lips.
“Well, he pops up and it’s late as fuck, so what am I to think?” Syn whispered.
“Hey, I’m not gonna fuck around with you if I’m already fucking around with someone else. I’m not that type of guy.”
Furi moaned in Syn’s ear when he buried his thick palm in Furi's hair, soothingly massaging his scalp. Syn’s deep whisky-rough voice penetrated his brain. “I’m sorry. I’m just all screwed up right now; with you and me, what happened tonight. I just really wish we hadn’t been interrupted.”
“Me too.”
Syn wrapped his arms around Furi’s narrow waist. “I want to spend more time with you. I need to spend more time with you.”
“We will.”
“Why do you look upset?" Syn asked.
“I’m nervous about the call you just got.” Furi released a shaky breath.
“It’s okay. We’ll catch this person soon.” Syn held Furi’s hand, making his way to the door.
“Yeah. Sounds like someone is after Illustra’s entertainers,” Doug piped up from his position on the arm of the couch.
“My team is good. We’ll catch 'em.” Syn turned to Doug, “I’ll need you to come back to the precinct first thing tomorrow.”
“Why?” the man asked with an exaggerated huff.
“Because I said so. You were at Illustra not long ago, right?” Syn pulled out his keys while talking, not letting Doug answer. “That means the murder may’ve happened while you were there. So, like I said, I’ll need you to come back in the morning. For now. Stay here with Furi.”
Syn took Furi by the shoulders, turning him to face him. “Any shit comes up, you call me on my cell.” Syn handed Furi a card from his inside jacket pocket. “If you have any problems; and I mean any at all, you call me immediately. I’m going to have the beat officer for this area do regular drive-bys to check for activity. Especially since your door is broken now.” Syn glared in Doug’s direction.
Furi nodded his head. “Okay.”
“I mean it.”
Syn smiled and kissed Furi’s cheek like a perfect gentlemen. He leaned in and inhaled his hair one more time, whispering into it, causing Furi to quiver. “Call me later.”
Furi nodded again. “Sure thing, Sergeant.”
“Say it,” Syn growled, nipping at Furi’s ear.
“Yes Syn,” Furi said in a sexy whisper.
‘Jump and Hope the Parachute Opens’
It was six in the morning and Syn hadn’t had a moment's sleep. After being at the crime scene for most of the early morning, Syn, God, Day and Ronowski were in the Captain’s office rehashing the details of their most recent murder. Another male entertainer of Illustra had been drugged. Someone switched his own ecstasy with the laced stuff. His shoot had been cut short when he started to feel sick. The producer told him to go rest in one of the spare sets, but that never happened. Maxus Dillion was dragged out the back of the building and brutally beaten with a bat before his wrists were slit.
“This isn’t the same MO,” Syn reminded them. “Which confirms that we got the person who killed Starman and the other three vics. This victim wasn't shot but cut. That means there is someone else, most likely from BTNS, continuing in Lady Jay’s footsteps.”
“I think we should get a search warrant for Illustra. For all we know it could be the owner with the fucked-up ecstasy,” Ronowski suggested.
“Why the hell would he be helping to kill off his own entertainers? Dillion and Starman were a couple of his highest earners,” God argued from his perch on the corner of the Captain’s desk.
“He might not know the drugs are bad,” Day said.
God nodded and told Syn to get the warrant.
Syn instructed a couple of his men to pick up all the women who were at Illustra between six pm and midnight. He’d gotten those names from Doug before letting him leave the station.
Syn was now in the Magistrate’s office waiting for a signature on his warrant. His mind strayed back to Furious for the hundredth time. The feelings he was already having for the handsome man were beyond anything he’d ever felt, even for Rhodes. Syn held in a groan when he thought of burying his hands in Furi’s ultra-soft hair while he came down the man’s throat. He remembered his entire body tensing and spasming as his orgasm peaked, then feeling the highest high, floating down to earth from euphoria. Jesus, fuck. Syn twisted in the now-very-uncomfortable-chair. His dick was getting hard. Furious stirred an uncontrollable hunger in him. For a man. Syn was just realizing how much he’d neglected his basic desires while chasing his career, and he desired a man. Furi may have long gorgeous hair, but his firm features, and the delicious stubble on his chin did away with any trace of femininity. All those lickable tattoos made Syn want to get on his own knees and explore where every pattern led. He wanted to please and ravage Furious, but he also wanted to get to know him.
