Reminder & Publisher's Note:
This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: dubious consent, male/male sexual practices.
Nodding, Nikolas
considered the question. “Yeah. I guess so. How long?” What were his chances he
wouldn’t find someone to keep him grounded? Lady Luck couldn’t be too kind and
grant him that wish.
“I’m going with a
couple of weeks. No less than that.”
“Sounds like your mind is made up, Sir, but, indulge me a moment because I need to know one thing, Braxton. If that report is accurate on what really went down, I’ll bet a set of brass balls that someone fudged with it,” Nikolas insisted.
“No problem you making your concerns known, but it’s not your problem right now,” Braxton assured him. “I should be able to get back more from forensics tomorrow night on that. But, Nik, my boy, everything you’ve been told about his death is legit. We went through every single thing with a fine toothed comb and we have excellent sources.”
“Thanks, boss man.”
“Sounds like your mind is made up, Sir, but, indulge me a moment because I need to know one thing, Braxton. If that report is accurate on what really went down, I’ll bet a set of brass balls that someone fudged with it,” Nikolas insisted.
“No problem you making your concerns known, but it’s not your problem right now,” Braxton assured him. “I should be able to get back more from forensics tomorrow night on that. But, Nik, my boy, everything you’ve been told about his death is legit. We went through every single thing with a fine toothed comb and we have excellent sources.”
“Thanks, boss man.”
Ending the call, Nikolas
stood for a long moment and allowed the information to absorb more fully. He
massaged his chin as he considered the newest and reddest pimple on the cheek
of his ass...vacation. Could they even do that to him? To everything there was
a loophole, and damn it, he was going to locate one to rid himself of this bane
of his pathetic existence. Vacation? Not likely to happen.
Once he’d
graduated with high honors at SFA, the Special
Forces Academy,
after he’d completed training at the age of twenty-one, he was hired on, even
though at a young and exceptionally high scores in all his classes he hadn’t stopped
working a day in his life. Every day on the job set off an adrenaline high which
turned him into a junkie for more than just the thrill alone. At a few months
shy of turning twenty-eight he was a loaded keg and sitting still was like
stale air. A weary groan slipped past his lips as he checked the clock again. It was already late morning.
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