Page 26 of The Dead Don't Talk
I never should have fucked a recruit.
The elders would have my ass.
Michael would take away my job, my peace.
And none of Amo’s peers seem to know he’s into men.
This is a fucking mess.
I never should have messed around with Amo.
And yet … a box of baked goods has shown up on my doorstep every sunrise for the last seven of them.
I accidentally stepped on the first one.
Okay, the second one, too.
Who the fuck leaves a box like that on the ground? Down low with no note and among the bugs crawling around? I never expected anything to be sitting there in the first place, let alone a second day in a row.
By the third, I happened to look before I walked outside.
Each one was different, and all of them were delicious.
If he’s slowly poisoning me, I’m falling for it.
“Amo.”
But then he does this shit where he completely blocks out my presence and turns his back to me.
It’s pissing me off.
“Amo.”
What’s worse? I need a second set of hands to help me get supplies out to Wilson. He’d radioed yesterday to say he was running low, that the hordes were thickening, and several of his arrows have broken. Leaving him much longer is gnawing at the pit of my gut and making me feel shit I don’t want to feel; shit I’m not keen to keep living with.
Growling when the rest of the recruits pile into the back of the truck intent on heading back to base, I snag Amo’s elbow before he can disappear between the other bodies.
“Kitten.”
He can’t hide the shudder behind the mask of indifference pinching his face no matter how hard he tries.
“Don’t do that,” he hisses and jerks away.
“Do what?” I ask low and dip to catch his sight. “Call you kitten?”
His plump lip curls, and he looks away. “I’m leaving you alone, Moros. Okay? I don’t know what else you want.”
“You’re leaving me alone?” I scoff. “The boxes showing up every morning would argue different.”
Shoulders deflating, his eyes roll. “They keep you out there and it’s notfair.”
“Life isn’t fair.”
“Iknow,” he blurts out, cheeks toting a pink tint that has my cock jerking to life. “I was trying to be nice!”
“Then be nice again.”
That stops him.
