Promises Part 1 Read Online A.E. Via (Bounty Hunters #1)

Categories Genre: Crime, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Bounty Hunters Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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“When you get home, I want you to keep all this on.” Vaughan ran his hands down the jet-black BOUNTY HUNTER t-shirt and skimmed across the leather gun holster, on down to the butter-soft black leather pants. “I want you to bend me over your bed and take me like the king that you are. You go beat that fucker’s ass that had the audacity to try to take you out, then you can come back and howl your victory into the night while you fuck your man hard and fast.”

“Damn, Vaughan.” Was all Duke was able to gasp before the hard knock at the front door alerted them that it was time. His father was here to get his lover. Easing off of Duke’s lap he stood and straightened his robe. Duke held his neck and leaned in to kiss him again. “There’s not a person on this earth that can keep me from coming home tonight. I want you.” Duke squeezed one side of Vaughan’s ass. “I want this so bad.”

“It’s yours. Always will be.” Vaughan gave Duke one last kiss and left Duke to answer the door while he went back to the bedroom. He didn’t need to watch him leave. Didn’t want to, either. He’d prefer to watch him walk back through the door after he did his job. When the front door closed, Vaughan tied his robe tight around him and got back in the bed. He wished he had work to do, but he wasn’t due to start until Monday. He could go exercise but it was six in the morning. He couldn’t just lay there and think about possibilities. He needed to stay positive. He reached over and grabbed his pain pills and took a couple, swallowing them dry. They would help his mind to stop wandering and get back to sleep. Hopefully when he woke, it would be from Duke’s hands rousing him.

Duke stood in the parking lot of his business sipping an energy drink, neither he nor Quick filling the silence with useless conversation. Instead, they watched as Judge pulled up in his huge Dodge. Two men the size of Dallas Cowboys linebackers bounded out of the truck and fell in behind Judge. Damn they looked scary as hell and Duke had to admit that he didn’t mind those big motherfuckers tagging along.

“Hey man. You’re looking good.” Judge gave Duke a one-armed hug and introduced his two guys. “Duke this is Bradford King, we call him Ford and his brother Brian King.”

Duke stuck his hand out. “It’s good to meet ya. Thanks for coming along. It wasn’t necessary, but still appreciated.”

The brother that spoke up first was only a fraction larger than the other was. They both had dark hair and even darker eyes. Ford had a full beard while Brian chose to keep his to designer stubble length. “We did some private work for Judge before he asked us to accompany him on this bounty. He told us about your perp and we’re the ones that found him. I guarantee you the intel is good. My brother is the best.”

Duke nodded and turned to look at the brother—Brian—that had yet to speak. He held eye contact but his mouth was pinched closed so tightly it looked like it’d need to be pried open with a crowbar for the man to speak.

Duke asked Brian, “Was there anyone else in the house? Children, elderlies, women?” They’d already discussed this by conference call earlier in the morning, but better sure than anything.

Brian nodded his head yes, but didn’t elaborate. Duke stared at him then turned back to look at Judge. Something was off.

“Brian doesn’t speak. He’s as smart as they come and wicked strong, but he prefers not to talk.”

Prefers… not can’t. Duke looked back at the big man standing just slightly behind his big brother, a little to the right of him. Ford turned and looked behind him and his brother signed something to him. So that’s how he communicates. As long as someone can understand him, it’s fine with me.

“Brian said there is a heavyset woman living there too. She works at a gas station during the night and sleeps most of the day.”

Duke’s heart rate kicked up at the mention of a woman. It was more than likely the same one that had played a major part in his ass-kicking last time. So both of them were there. Duke thought he’d be more nervous, but he wasn’t, just anxious as hell. Ready to conclude this chapter of his life. He wanted those crackheads to pay, to be behind bars where they belonged.

Dana pulled into the parking lot, his Chevy Nova blasting some kind of pop instrumental. When he killed the engine, the noise level went back to tolerable, and he approached them, looking rested and as well as Duke. Dana didn’t like to wear the leather so he chose dark jeans and a matching jean jacket over his BOUNTY HUNTER t-shirt.


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