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“What about him?” Jericho asked, jerking his thumb towards the pile of body parts.
“The pieces are small enough for us to fit them in the wheelbarrow now. We’ll wheel him down to the lake and then you can handle the rest of the cleanup from there, right?”
Jericho gave him a hard look but finally nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”
“Okay, good. And whatever you do, don’t tell my father.”
* * *
“You fucking tased me!”
Asa flicked his gaze upwards from the book on his lap. “Morning, sunshine,” he said, his voice full of fake cheer. “I was getting worried. Most people don’t pass out from a stun gun, you know.”
“Am I supposed to apologize?” Zane snapped, his head on a swivel as he tried to take in his situation. “Where the fuck am I?”
Asa supposed it was a lot to take in. He looked down at himself where he lounged fully dressed in his empty bathtub. “My bathroom. Well, one of my bathrooms. I’ll leave you to guess which one.”
“You can’t just fucking kidnap me. People will notice.”
Asa saved his page in the book before stepping free of the tub to sit on the edge. “I’m going to be very honest with you. If I hadn’t just fucked you, I would have let my brother-in-law put a bullet in your head and made sure my father never found out. But that seemed…ungentlemanly with the claw marks you left still bleeding.”
Zane’s eyes bulged, his pretty face almost purple with fury. “You’re deranged.”
Asa had to admit, he loved the fight in this one. He also found it amusing to see him chained to his radiator with fuzzy pink handcuffs. “Sticks and stones, sugar britches. Sticks and stones. I could say the same about you.”
“I’m sorry. How am I the crazy one in this scenario?”
“You went home with a stranger. Played a very dangerous game. Fucked me without a condom. That’s pretty crazy.”
“You kidnapped me,” Zane snapped.
Asa tilted his head, folding his arms across his chest. “How did you see this playing out, Lois Lane?”
“I thought, if I was lucky, I’d get some dirt on your father. I didn’t expect to find out you’re all a bunch of goddamn serial killers,” Zane snapped, his chest heaving.
“Exactly. You used me, sugar. Had sex with me under false pretenses. So, who’s the real wounded party here?”
“Me!” Zane snarled, incredulous, as he fought against the bindings.
Asa snagged the cashews he’d been snacking on, tossing one in the air and catching it in his mouth. “Keep telling yourself that, Lois Lane.”
Zane glowered at him, but his gaze kept dropping to the cashews.
When was the last time Zane ate? “You hungry?”
Zane narrowed his eyes at him. “Fuck you.”
Asa sauntered closer, hunkering down beside him. “I mean, I’m game if you are. You’re a real wildcat in bed.” He curled his hands into claws. “Or on the floor, I suppose.”
Zane’s booted foot caught Asa right in the diaphragm, driving him into the bathroom door. It took a moment for the air to return to his lungs. Still, he grinned. “I’m getting mixed signals here. Are you saying you don’t want me to fuck you again?”
“I’d rather fuck a cactus,” Zane said, voice sullen.
Something warmed inside Asa, a smirk forming on his lips. “You’re lying.” He advanced again, this time sitting squarely on Zane’s knees so he couldn’t use them as a weapon. “What’s wrong? Did you like having sex with me? Is that why you’re so mad? ‘Cause you loved having a murderer inside you? Hell, some of me is still inside you, I bet.”
Asa leaned forward, licking across the seam of Zane’s lips, giving a pleased rumble when they opened beneath his, slipping his tongue inside. Fuck, he loved kissing him. There was a sharp pain, then the taste of copper flooded his mouth. He leaned back to give Zane a stern look, but it died when he saw the red smeared across his lips. “Fuck, you look good in my blood.”
“Let me out of these cuffs and I’ll happily fucking bathe in it, you psycho,” Zane snarled, once more testing the strength of his cuffs.
