Part Six: NOT MY SINNER

Chapter Six

Tommy lay atop Mateo, his head on Mateo’s hip. Shit. He couldn’t recall how they came to be on the couch. The rush of anger and fear that had washed over him was faded. Not gone entirely, though. He’d needed something, anything, to wipe away the scene he’d witnessed between Mateo and that Russian dude.

Even in the midst of him proving himself he’d recognized there wasn’t any need for it. Rationalthought had long deserted him. He shifted and realized the thick blanket that normally d...