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okay? Just one. It s not for me, it s to get you out of here
alive.
Cameron couldn t really work up a whole lot of concern
over that but he nodded, focusing on the pearlsnaps of Bolt s
western shirt. Looking into those beautiful, lying eyes only
made Cameron feel further divorced from the world.  What is
it?
Bolt pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket,
shrugging at the look Cameron gave him.  They ve come in
handy now and again. Just sit tight until we leave. Long
slender fingers indicated the headboard.  They ll check on you
but I swear I won t let anyone hurt you. I m going to leave the
key in the pocket of your T-shirt. Don t screw with it until
you re absolutely sure we re gone.
Cameron looked from the cuffs to Bolt.  You lied to me. I
never once thought that was possible. I can t believe you about
the drugs anymore. The pain overcame the numbness for a
second and he nearly doubled over again, empty bile rising up.
One look in those concerned eyes though and he faded back to
the relief of feeling nothing.  But I know you still love me.
The one thing that wasn t a lie. He held out his wrists.  Do it.
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He watched a muscle in Bolt s jaw twitch as the cold cuff
closed over Cameron s wrist, then clanked against the metal
rail of the headboard. Bolt seemed to be fighting tears and
Cameron couldn t imagine why. Then those elegant fingers
threaded into his hair and Bolt pressed a hard, almost feverish
kiss to Cameron s lips, plundering with his tongue. Giving all
he could never promise. Cameron moaned in spite of himself,
his heart crying out in need for just this. He let Bolt take. One
last time.
The pain surged up, eviscerating Cameron all over again.
 Go. Get out of here before you get arrested and this was all
for nothing.
Bolt nodded against his lips.  I really hope someday you
can forgive me for all this. And he walked out the door.
Cameron leaned his head on the cool steel and let tears
wash his soul blessedly numb once more.
* * *
The voices barely penetrated the agony wrapping
Cameron. He didn t even try to listen. Spanish wasn t his forte
anyway and it hurt to hear Bolt s liquid tones. Only when their
tenor became belligerent and harsh did he turn part of his mind
to them.
 I m telling you, your boyfriend could have brought
anything down on us. I don t like him just walking up on us.
Who knows who followed him. Claxton s whine set
Cameron s teeth on edge. It occurred to him he d never cared
for the other man, even when they were kids.
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 I m not saying it again, Clax. You leave Cameron out of
this. Bolt s tone turned softer and a chuckle escaped.
 Besides, he s been sneaking down that hill for twenty years
now. He knows how to not get caught. And even if he did
manage to alert the sheriff or anybody else, these woods are
full of birds and critters. You know that. The DEA couldn t
keep this quiet for more than ten minutes. They d have
spooked a covey of quail by now. The faintest crackle of
plastic, then a pause.  Oh, this is great stuff. We ll make a
king s ransom on this.
That cut deep, or would have if Cameron had anything left
to cut out and toss away. Maybe it would distract Claxton. I
hope the money ends up being worth it, Bolt. I can t give you
an island, but you could have had an easy life with me.
 Oh yeah. We re all gonna come out good with this. Señor,
I told you this was the best setup ever. Why couldn t Bolt
have been that assured and confident about something that
didn t destroy lives?
 It is. We will have a most lucrative arrangement. The
cocaine we bring in will make us all very wealthy. The
Mexican accent made the horror exotic.
 Well then, let s get it on the truck and get our asses out of
here. Claxton grunted, apparently from the bulk of a crate.  I
got a weird feeling about this place and your piece of ass-
candy back there. I just don t like it.
Bright white light lanced through the uncurtained window,
stabbing into Cameron s eyes.  Everyone freeze, Drug
Enforcement officers! Do not move. We will shoot! On the
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boat! Don t move.
No! Not so soon! Bolt still lingered in the other room.
A harsh curse broke through the pandemonium of cries and
movement outside.  I knew it! Damn it, Truitt, this is all your
boyfriend s doing! Heavy boot-steps moved closer.
 Stop where you are! A shot rang out, a precursor to hell
rising up and breaking loose around the old house. Shouting
and gunfire assaulted Cameron s ears, men s screams
unnaturally high in the blinding white light.
 You! This is your fault! Claxton s shout rang louder than
the rest.  You and that faggot boyfriend of yours! Something
metal banged against something else.  There s cops all over
out there. Damn you! A new shot sounded and Cameron s
heart skipped. Bolt!
The bedroom door slammed opened and Claxton s enraged
gaze fixed on Cameron.  I m gonna kill you. Sweetest deal of
my life and you fucked it up.
Where s Bolt? Where? Something as useless and ugly as
Claxton Ferris couldn t end a precious jewel like Bolt. God
couldn t be that cruel.
Claxton s wild eyes swept over Cameron s manacled
wrists.  Yeah. Just the way I like it. I ll kill you but good. He
raised the gun. Cameron felt his lips curve, welcoming the
shot. His would-be assassin s eyes widened.
A dark blur shot from the door and Claxton went down
hard, breath humphing from him, the gun spinning under the
bed at Cameron s feet. Bolt flipped the other man over, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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