Page 69 of Mann Hunt
“You should know by now, I don’t make deals,” Luke said.
“Then you’re going to have to make me talk.”
“Well then, I’ll have to take you to the interrogation room.” Luke took Declan’s arm and dragged him down the hallway. As he pushed him onto the bed, Luke hauled off Declan’s T-shirt. He teased Declan’s nipples with his teeth before sliding down towards his stomach, taking his time exploring Declan’s navel with his tongue.
Luke said, “So, are you gonna talk?”
“You gotta do better than that.”
Luke yanked at the waistband of Declan’s 501s and the fly-buttons burst open.
“Mmm. Commando. That’ll save me time.”
Luke wrapped his lips around Declan’s hardening cock and started to suck. Declan felt Luke’s teeth gently sinking into his flesh.
“Easy there. I’ve only got one of those.”
Luke pulled back, making a popping sound as he released Declan’s shaft, then ran his tongue along its length towards his balls. He sucked on one, then the other before pushing Declan’s legs back. He paused and said, “By the time I finish this, you won’t remember your own name,” then he plunged his tongue into Declan’s ass.
Declan moaned. His eyes rolled back into his head as Luke penetrated him repeatedly with his tongue. He knew when this was finished that he’d tell Luke anything he wanted to know.
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Charlie exited the third shop on the strip with no new information. The clerk in the wine store had been downright rude even after he’d bought a nice bottle of merlot.
He turned left to try his luck at another store and walked right into a wall. It was less of a wall than a large slab of a man built like a brick wall. Charlie was so startled that he gasped and dropped his bottle, which smashed on the pavement.
“Mind telling me what you’re doin’ here?” Brick Wall asked, poking Charlie in the shoulder.
“I was just buying a bottle of…oh, I’m so, so, sorry. I got it all over your pants. It was an accident. I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.”
“Why are you bothering these fine, upstanding business owners with lots of questions?”
With every word, Brick Wall moved Charlie farther away from the store and closer to a parked van.
“I was just asking—I was just looking to rent a space. I make games,” he stuttered out. At this point, Charlie saw another guy who had been hidden from Charlie’s view by the bulk of the angry man.
The smaller of the two men said, “Wait a minute. I know dat guy. He works for that detective, Hunt.”
Charlie recognised the second man as the one who had come by the office to pick up Mr Attwal’s laptop and finger.
“Is that so?” said Brick Wall. “So, you’re snooping around for Hunt?”
“No, no. I make computer games—”
The next thing Charlie knew he was flying backwards and slamming into the side of the van.
“Don’t lie to me,” Brick Wall yelled, “or I’ll throw you over this fuckin’ van and into traffic!”
He reached for Charlie but had underestimated how far he’d thrown him, and just swatted air.
Charlie took advantage of the situation, rotating away and dodging around the front of the van. Brick Wall tried to follow, but was too large to fit between the two vehicles. Charlie continued his path onto the street then heard the screech of brakes and the squeal of rubber on pavement. He turned his head. The hood of a dark grey car was a foot away from his body.
He jumped as high as he could and made contact with the hood, then hit the roadway.
The last thing he remembered was a voice saying, “Charlie? Charlie, wake up. Wake up.”
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