Page 8 of Blind Justice

Before he made a drastic left turn into the FBI, Duncan proclaimed himself a heterosexual Dom. No ifs, ands, or buts. Yet, once he arrived in America and began to experience shit not available back home, he went a little hog wild. Now, if he was forced to label himself—which he wasn’t really big into—he’d say he was more pansexual than anything.

His da would probably blow a gasket if he knew Duncan had fucked both men and women for fun. His poor mum, if she was still alive, would’ve headed off to their church and prayed to the Virgin Mary for his poor, misguided soul. Unfortunately, Duncan and his father’s actions always had consequences. A car bomb meant for his da took her from them. Just so happened, his mum’s car wouldn’t start, so she borrowed his. Maybe if his father had died instead, Duncan’s life would’ve been different. Maybe, if she’d been able to pray for his poisoned soul, his mum would still be alive.

The day his mum died, his whole life changed—and not for the better. When he’d been arrested, Duncan was at the lowest point of his life. If he expected his father to bail him out, nah, his da would never stoop to plead his son’s case. Instead, his father used his collected favors to ship Duncan off to America. Of course, it came with stipulations—he had to report in to his da. The bastard was a gossiping git who wanted to know everything, especially if it could benefit the organization.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Thomas stated.

“Thinking.”

“It’s dangerous when you do that—think.” Thomas smirked. “People end up dead or missing.”

Duncan shrugged. Thomas read his file and knew all the things he’d been capable of. He waited for the day to come when Thomas would ask why he joined the IRA. Why he didn’t tell his father no. Since he never said a word to Duncan about it, he didn’t bring the subject up either. Some things were better off staying tucked away in the dark. “Eh, some deserved it.”

Thomas chuckled. “Your humor is dark.”

So was the truth about Duncan. Dangerous was an understatement when it came to him. If he hadn’t been so careless or cocky, his life would’ve gone in a different direction altogether.

More like fucked up.

His thoughts swirled, taking him back to a time when he’d been more ruthless and bloodthirsty. What would Enzo and Bella think of him if they knew the truth? He didn’t look down on them, but it was a little hypocritical, right? Pretending to be someone he wasn’t? He was, for all intents and purposes, a criminal in an FBI suit. Yet, knowing the truth didn’t stop the lust pounding through his veins, or the yearning building in his chest. He’d convinced himself—okay, lied to himself—if he fucked Bella and Enzo, he’d scratch the itch and end his dry spell, effectively clearing his mind and ending the irrational infatuation.

Thomas ran the pad of his finger around the rim of his glass while staring at Duncan. It was unnerving how deep the man’s understanding went or how quickly he could peg a person. It made Duncan uneasy. He had to change the subject and bring it back to their current situation. Although, how did he casually talk about Thomas’s relationship dynamic? How did the man navigate two partners when so much had happened in such a short amount of time?

“Ask,” Thomas said. “You’re about to jump out of your skin with curiosity.”

“Ask what?” Duncan hated the fact the other man could always read his mind.

Thomas cocked a brow as he leaned forward to place his glass on the table. “Never took you for the shy type. Pity you’re going to start that bullshit now.” He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “You want to know about my relationship with AJ and Scotty.”

Fine, he’d go there. He’d be as blunt as Thomas, if not more so. “Are you fucking Scotty?”

Thomas snickered. “Not yet, but I’m sure it’ll happen when he’s ready.” He brushed his hand over the expensive material of his suit. “Your dick getting hard for the two taking up residence at your place?”

Duncan shrugged with a feigned nonchalance. “Unfortunately.”

“What’s unfortunate about it?” Thomas pressed. “Believe it or not, Duncan, you deserve a shot at happiness.”

“Where to start? The list is long, after all.” He held up his hand, ticking off the few major reasons a relationship with Enzo and Bella wouldn’t work. “They’re siblings. Former drug runners for the cartel. Last but not least, they’re gang bangers.”

Thomas snorted. “Are you for real right now?”

“Ah, yeah. Why?” he asked, confused.

“For Christ’s sake, Duncan, you sound like a fucking hypocrite. We both know the organization you belonged to is no different from a gang.”

Thomas had a point.

Duncan winced. “It’s more than—”

“The sibling thing.” Thomas crossed his leg at the knee. “It’s a possible shit show. It could blow up in your face, especially if they have a sibling rivalry going on.Ifyou make the jump, you’ll have to navigate it with caution.”

No shit.“Is jealousy an issue?” Duncan swerved their conversation back to Scotty and AJ.

“Hasn’t been from what I have witnessed so far.” Thomas shrugged. “I don’t think it ever will be. I get off watching them fuck. Can’t speak for them though. I will tell you, once we got Scotty back, AJ felt the need to come clean to him about the two of us being together while he was held captive. I didn’t stop her from telling him, and Scotty assured her he wasn’t upset or mad at either of us.”

“Was he being truthful?”

Thomas’s demeanor became pensive. His gaze grew unfocused as he stared off into the distance. “Yeah… He was. He wouldn’t lie, not even to make AJ feel better.” He pointed into the darkness. “Here they come now. You should ask them.”

---