Page 110 of Their Property
He nodded, determination taking over his expression. Grudge pointed at T-Bone's chest, then at me, before gesturing to himself with his palms open.
With a sigh, T-Bone reached through the bars to cup the back of Grudge's head, fingers stroking his neck and hair. “I get it, man. She knows my and Dyno's baggage. She deserves to know yours too.”
Grudge leaned his forehead on T-Bone's, releasing a soft sigh as he traced the other man's lips and then his own. T-Bone smiled at the gesture. “You want to kiss her, just do it. I promise you she won't care. She just wants you like Dyno and I do.”
Grudge shook his head and waved the papers in his other hand.
“Nothing you've written down will make her want you any less,” I said, rising to my feet to stretch. “She's already part of us, Grudge. It's just a matter of getting her back.”
“Hm.” Grudge looked less convinced of that until T-Bone tightened his grip on the back of his neck.
“Don't start doubting yourself now. You have usanda beautiful woman who wants you just as you are. Do I have to suck your cock right now to prove it?” He trailed a hand down Grudge's torso, cupping through his jeans while keeping his grip tight on the silent man's neck. “If I told Kyrie to suck you, you know she would.”
Grudge groaned and squirmed in his grip, but T-Bone didn't let go.
“She does it so well,” I chimed in, reminiscing on our time in bed together. “You can tell she genuinely enjoys it and wants to please. Oh, and the way she looked up at me with my cock stuffed in her mouth, like she wanted to make sure I liked it. Fuck, it didn't even matter that she'd never done it before. Her eagerness was just everything.”
The two of them were groaning now, and it looked like Grudge was returning some of T-Bone's groping.
“Trying to make us jealous over there?” T-Bone asked.
“Maybe,” I supplied.
He leaned his forehead against Grudge's with a decadent sigh before reluctantly untangling from the other man. “Fuck, we've got to get her back and get the fuck out of here.”
“It'll never be soon enough.” I started to pace my cell, restlessness getting the better of me. “Fuck, I hope she's okay.”
The next few hours passed with only the sounds of my boots on the floor and Grudge shuffling papers. Long after I reclined on my bench and he folded the pages of his life story to tuck them into his cut, the jail's door creaked open and sharp, booted footsteps approached us.
“Good news, gentlemen,” came the voice of General Bray, head of the Four Corners' army.
“It must be great news if the general himself is coming to deliver it,” T-Bone said, barely containing his sneer.
Bray ignored the remark. “You boys are to be released.” He withdrew a set of keys from his pocket, the sound crisp and musical. “Effective immediately.”
“And Kyrie?” T-Bone asked.
A smile pulled at the general's lips as he moved through to unlock our cells. “She is also no longer a prisoner and has refused to be guarded by my soldiers. Your two cohorts are with her in the dining hall.”
Bray stepped aside when he opened my door, but I remained standing in place with my arms crossed. “Anything else you'd like to release, General?”
He swept his arm toward the hallway leading out of the jail. “Your weapons are just outside.”
“If anything's been tampered with...”
“Nothing has been, I assure you.” Bray inclined his head. “I apologize on the behalf of the governor for this whole ordeal.”
T-Bone let out an indignant snort. “No offense, General. You're not a bad guy, but your apologies are too little, too fucking late.” He walked out of his cell, striding toward the exit. “We done here, guys?”
“Yeah.” I followed after him with Grudge on my heels.
He wasn't my favorite person in the room, but I didn't have beef with the general. We were friends of his family, but he still had a job to do and couldn't override the governor on everything. Grudge's hostage situation a few years back was a sore spot, but that wasn't the general's fault. He negotiated Grudge's return to us as best he could.
Regardless, none of that changed the fact that this territory left a foul taste in my mouth, and I was dying to leave.
Just as soon as we get our girl, I thought, the anticipation hurrying my movements as I re-armed myself with my guns, knives, and mini Molotovs.
Once we were all suited up, the three of us walked freely through the main floor of the city hall building. Soldiers and employees steered clear of us, as though not wanting to risk our ire.
