Embracing His Syn Read online A.E. Via (Nothing Special #2)

Categories Genre: Crime, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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“I’m supposed to pick him up at midnight from work. He’d finally agreed to let me see him.” Syn checked his watch and saw it was already after eleven.

Ro slapped him on the back. “I’ll get whatever I need, which will be enough to get him cleared, and then you can swoop in and rescue him once I get into the husband situation. Every man loves a hero, especially one with a shiny gold badge.” Ro winked.

Syn rolled his eyes as Ronowski opened the door and went into the room. He was starting to like Ro more and more.

So I’ve Been Hoodwinked.’

Furi had been having a halfway decent night at the bar tonight. Tips were good and he was excited about Syn coming back later. Damn if that man wasn’t sex on a stick. Strong and powerful: but full of need and want. He’d easily pushed Syn up against the wall, not meeting a bit of resistance. Furi had licked and stolen every single whimper and moan the man made. It’d turned him on to no end. Syn was so responsive to him. Furi couldn’t fight it any more, he’d caressed those strong muscles, heard his need. Syn wanted Furi to say his name. He smiled thinking about it. Say my name, please. Furi had felt Syn’s power and taken it from him. Fuck yes. He’d take more soon. He wouldn’t say the man’s name until he was ready. Or until he’d earned it.

“Furious!” His uncle snapped him out of his thoughts. Furi had been washing the same glass for five minutes.

“What?” he yelled right back. Damn, his uncle got on his nerves.

“These Detectives want you,” his uncle hissed in his ear. “Look, I don’t want you bringing your trouble here.”

“I’m not in any trouble. I told you that I know a guy who was killed, that I'd probably have to make a statement.” Furi was already slipping on his coat. “I’ll be back when I’m finished.”

“You knew the guy, huh? Knew him, or were doing him?” His uncle eyed him skeptically.

Can you be any more of a prick?

“Look, I told you already. I knew him from school.” Furi refused to tell his uncle where he really knew Starman from. Honestly, it was none of his business. His uncle gave Furi enough shit, without adding the porn to the mix.

“I’m gonna dock your pay for this. Now I’m a bartender short,” his uncle grumbled.

“Well the sooner you let me go, the faster I can get back.” Furi barreled past him.

Furi didn’t say anything to the Detectives, not wanting the customers to overhear. When they got outside, Furi turned and looked at them suspiciously. They sure as hell didn’t look like any Detectives he’d ever seen. One was wearing jeans, a dark blue button up shirt, and a well-worn black leather coat. His hair was slicked back and hung just a little past his collar. The other was a couple inches taller, standing at least six-three. His jeans had a hole in the knee and his faded Metallica t-shirt had seen better days. Both men looked to be in their thirties. “You’re both Detectives?”

“Yep,” the smaller one spoke up first. “I’m Detective Green, this is Detective Ruxsburg. We need to ask you some questions about a homicide that occurred Thursday night behind your employer’s building.

“Your other employer,” the other detective added smugly.

Furi narrowed his eyes at them. “Let me see some identification, Detectives.”

Both men reached for their ids. Metallica shirt pulled out his wallet and revealed his gold badge with Detective written in black across the shield, while the smug one pulled back one side of his jacket showing the butt of his firearm and his badge clipped to his hip.

“Where’s your gun?” Furi looked to Metallica.

“You don’t wanna know.” He grinned.

Furi rolled his eyes. Let me just get this over with. He’d keep it short and simple. He didn’t really know Starman, so he had little to contribute. He’d answer their questions and get back to work. He didn’t care what these bastards thought of the way he earned his money.

“Satisfied? Now let’s go,” the smug one said.

“Go where?” Furi looked between them. “I can answer your questions right here.”

“You could if we were the ones with the questions,” Metallica spoke up. “Our Sergeant and First Officer will be questioning you down at the precinct.”

“So you’re the errand boys.”

“And you’re the porn boy,” Metallica quipped back smoothly. “Now that we got job titles out of the way, move it, unless there’s some reason you don’t want to come.”

Furi wanted to flip them both off, but he followed them toward the parking lot. He was sort of glad they weren’t the ones questioning him, because he didn’t like their attitudes.

Metallica opened the back door to a dark Suburban and told him to get in. Furi climbed in and put his seat belt on, just wanting to get this over with and get back before midnight. Furi found himself wondering what precinct Syn was in and if he should tell him soon about his second job. He didn’t want him finding out through the grapevine or hotline. Whatever.


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