maneuver. “I do like the way you struggle, Laine. You may be a wimp, but you’re no coward.”
“Fuck you.”
“I tell you what, Laine. You let me fuck you and I’ll take it easy on your loved ones. Speaking of which, where is your boyfriend?” Victor’s mouth crashed down on his.
Laine wrenched his head to the side and used all his strength to escape the Alpha’s arms.
Victor just laughed at him, holding on tight. “You know, if you’d have just kept your mouth shut—”
“Fuck you. If you weren’t such an ass to everyone, I would have kept my mouth shut.”
Again, Victor tried to kiss him.
The door creaked open and a gasp sounded as Laine managed to bite Victor’s lip, drawing blood.
Victor howled and let go with one hand, raising it up, making a fist. “You little shit.”
“I don’t think so, asshole,” a deep voice growled.
Victor was yanked away as his fist descended, missing Laine by several inches.
Laine blinked, watching Cole pummel the man’s face. He sighed in relief. He hated to admit it, but he’d been getting a little concerned.
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Finally, after several blows, Victor bolted towards the door. When he got there he turned to glare at Laine and pointed his finger. “You will regret this, Laine.” He took off out the bathroom door.
Laine sagged against the wall, taking a deep breath.
“You okay, Lainey?” Cole came over to him.
He nodded. “Thanks, Cole.”
Cole frowned. “The Alpha?”
Again Laine nodded. “Yeah, he—”
The bathroom door flew open and hit the wall with a loud bang. “Lainey!” Dev came running in, looking around. His gaze fell on Cole, then Laine. He rushed forward, pulling Laine into his arms, practically crushing him. “I saw Victor running out, I thought… Are you okay?”
“Yeah, thanks to Cole.” He hugged Dev then leaned back. “I’m all right, really.”
Dev glanced at Cole without loosening his grip on Laine. “You okay, buddy?”
“Yeah. I’m good. We have to stop this guy, Dev.”
Dev nodded. “Yeah…yeah we do.”
Chapter Seven
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
Dev sat up in bed blinking and looked around. Laine was nowhere in sight. Laine hadn’t slept well last night. What the devil was the man doing up already?
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
Lainey. Dev grinned and pulled the covers off. Whatever it was Laine had gotten into must not be that dire. His refrain of “oh shit” was quiet and only slightly panicky. Nevertheless, Dev probably ought to check it out.
“Oh shit. Ooooh shit.”
The smell of smoke combined with the rising alarm in Laine’s voice had Dev hurrying his pace. The smell came from the other side of the condo.
Dev stepped through the kitchen door and stifled a laugh.
Laine was standing in front of the stove in a pair of white sleep pants. In front of him was a two foot flame rising from a skillet on the range. Actually, Laine wasn’t standing, he was hopping from foot to foot, both arms—one with spatula in hand—flapping beside him. “Oh shit, oh shit,” Laine chanted as he leaped from foot to foot.
Dev looked around for a lid to put over the frying pan. There weren’t any sitting out on the counter.
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“Lainey—”
“Ack,” Laine screamed and jumped around to face Dev, one hand flying to his chest, the other brandishing the spatula. “Jesus H. Christ, Dev, you scared the shit out of me.”
Dev chuckled. “Where are the lids to the pots and pans?”
Laine used the utensil to point to the lower cabinet to Dev’s left.
The smoke detector went off before he opened the cabinet door.
Laine screamed again, jumping almost a foot in the air.
Dev flinched as he scrounged under the cabinet and grabbed a lid that looked big enough. He passed Laine, who was still bouncing around, holding his hands to his ears now.
“Fuck you.”
“I tell you what, Laine. You let me fuck you and I’ll take it easy on your loved ones. Speaking of which, where is your boyfriend?” Victor’s mouth crashed down on his.
Laine wrenched his head to the side and used all his strength to escape the Alpha’s arms.
Victor just laughed at him, holding on tight. “You know, if you’d have just kept your mouth shut—”
“Fuck you. If you weren’t such an ass to everyone, I would have kept my mouth shut.”
Again, Victor tried to kiss him.
The door creaked open and a gasp sounded as Laine managed to bite Victor’s lip, drawing blood.
Victor howled and let go with one hand, raising it up, making a fist. “You little shit.”
“I don’t think so, asshole,” a deep voice growled.
Victor was yanked away as his fist descended, missing Laine by several inches.
Laine blinked, watching Cole pummel the man’s face. He sighed in relief. He hated to admit it, but he’d been getting a little concerned.
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Finally, after several blows, Victor bolted towards the door. When he got there he turned to glare at Laine and pointed his finger. “You will regret this, Laine.” He took off out the bathroom door.
Laine sagged against the wall, taking a deep breath.
“You okay, Lainey?” Cole came over to him.
He nodded. “Thanks, Cole.”
Cole frowned. “The Alpha?”
Again Laine nodded. “Yeah, he—”
The bathroom door flew open and hit the wall with a loud bang. “Lainey!” Dev came running in, looking around. His gaze fell on Cole, then Laine. He rushed forward, pulling Laine into his arms, practically crushing him. “I saw Victor running out, I thought… Are you okay?”
“Yeah, thanks to Cole.” He hugged Dev then leaned back. “I’m all right, really.”
Dev glanced at Cole without loosening his grip on Laine. “You okay, buddy?”
“Yeah. I’m good. We have to stop this guy, Dev.”
Dev nodded. “Yeah…yeah we do.”
Chapter Seven
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
Dev sat up in bed blinking and looked around. Laine was nowhere in sight. Laine hadn’t slept well last night. What the devil was the man doing up already?
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
Lainey. Dev grinned and pulled the covers off. Whatever it was Laine had gotten into must not be that dire. His refrain of “oh shit” was quiet and only slightly panicky. Nevertheless, Dev probably ought to check it out.
“Oh shit. Ooooh shit.”
The smell of smoke combined with the rising alarm in Laine’s voice had Dev hurrying his pace. The smell came from the other side of the condo.
Dev stepped through the kitchen door and stifled a laugh.
Laine was standing in front of the stove in a pair of white sleep pants. In front of him was a two foot flame rising from a skillet on the range. Actually, Laine wasn’t standing, he was hopping from foot to foot, both arms—one with spatula in hand—flapping beside him. “Oh shit, oh shit,” Laine chanted as he leaped from foot to foot.
Dev looked around for a lid to put over the frying pan. There weren’t any sitting out on the counter.
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“Lainey—”
“Ack,” Laine screamed and jumped around to face Dev, one hand flying to his chest, the other brandishing the spatula. “Jesus H. Christ, Dev, you scared the shit out of me.”
Dev chuckled. “Where are the lids to the pots and pans?”
Laine used the utensil to point to the lower cabinet to Dev’s left.
The smoke detector went off before he opened the cabinet door.
Laine screamed again, jumping almost a foot in the air.
Dev flinched as he scrounged under the cabinet and grabbed a lid that looked big enough. He passed Laine, who was still bouncing around, holding his hands to his ears now.
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