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. Yeah, but I ve always been gay.I ve done this, only on thepitching side.You re new to all this, so I ll ask again, how do you feel?Gabe sank his fingers in Angelo s hair and pulled him close until their noses touched. I feel like Iwant to do that and more again and again.I feel like I could touch you for hours and never stop.Icould get drunk on you, on this. He waved his hand between them. I d still want more.Angelo searched his gaze then pulled the blanket up and over them. There are still times when I can tbelieve we are where we are, that we could be happy with this, but I don t want to change a thing. Good. Gabe kissed him, soft, fleeting.He snuggled into Angelo s embrace, laying his head on hischest. Let s never change it.Chapter FiveThe sound of his phone woke him.Angelo turned over and winced.His ass hurt and the heavy armslung across his chest kept him trapped in the bed.Gabe was draped over him, his head in the crookof Angelo s neck and a leg wrapped around his hip.Fucking sweet way to wake up.Unfamiliar, but sweet.He brushed a lock of hair from Gabe sforehead and kissed him softly before rolling out from under him. Mmm. Gabe cracked an eye open. Hey. He rolled onto his back and swiped a hand over his face. What time is it?Angelo picked up his phone from the nightstand.One missed call from Pablo. It s a little after four. Shit. Gabe flopped back onto the pillows. Go back to sleep, I have to make a call. He walked out the room as he dialed back Pablo. Hey, boss. What s up? Angelo climbed down the stairs and into the kitchen. We found Gordo. Good. Pouring himself a glass of water, he leaned a hip against the counter. Not really. Pablo paused. We found him at Port Authority, about to board a bus to Texas. Huh, you don t say. Angelo stared unseeing into his glass of water. That doesn t really sound likethe actions of an innocent man, now does it? No, but he s not talking. Yet. Water forgotten, Angelo headed back upstairs to get dressed. Where do you have him? We re all here at the house on Fifty-Third. Take him to the place in East New York.I ll be there in a little while. The abandoned storagefacility on Williams Avenue would do nicely for what Angelo had in mind.Complete privacy wasrequired. Do you need me to get you? No. He ended the call as he reentered the bedroom.Gabe lay wrapped up in the blankets, only hiscurly head visible.A smile tugged at Angelo s lips.Last night.A night of firsts, one he d never forget.No backing out now, for either of them.Gabe may think he knew what Angelo Pagan was about, but he had no clue.Angelo knew he d find away to fuck up what he and Gabe had.He knew that just as he knew he was in love with the cop in hisbed.He got dressed and pulled his hair back in a braid before leaning over and kissing Gabe on the cheek.His cop stretched and opened his eyes. I gotta go, babe.I m sorry. S okay. His eyes fluttered closed. Stay, Angelo told him. Sleep until you re ready to leave.All the doors are slam locks so you regood.Do you want me to get you a ride back?Gabe s eyes popped open. Hell no.I can take a cab home, don t worry. Shit.I just I feel bad, leaving you here by yourself. Jesus, I ll be fine. Gabe buried under the blankets. Go handle your business.Make sure you callme later.Angelo chuckled. I will. He kissed Gabe on the lips. Thank you, for last night. He felt Gabe smouth curve into a smile. I ll call you. He pulled back, the hardest thing he d ever done thus far,and walked away. Pagan.He paused at the bedroom door and looked over his shoulder.Gabe met his gaze. Be safe.That s a fucking order. The softness in his eyes didn t gentle the words. Sí, señor. Angelo snapped a salute and left.* * * * *In twenty minutes he was striding through the heavily guarded doors of the building on WilliamsAvenue.The guys at the door were somber, nodding to him in silence as he passed by.Angelo felttheir concerns and confusion.They expected him to make things right, get to the bottom of Auggie sdeath, and he would.First step was dealing with Gordo.He found Pablo and Gordo seated in a small windowless room in the back of the facility.Pablojumped to his feet as soon as Angelo walked in.Gordo stayed seated, but his color fadedconsiderably.Angelo ignored Gordo and stood, hands in his pockets, as Pablo spoke. He tried for inconspicuous, boss.Chopping off his hair and wearing shades and a hat, but we gothim. He jerked his chin toward Gordo. Had to practically yank him off the bus, el hijo de putadidn t want to get off. Boss, I can explain. Gordo stood then. I was going to visit my sister.Angelo shot him a look and he sank back into his chair. Leave us, Pablo. Sí, boss. Granting a shaking Gordo a pitying look, Pablo walked out the room. Leave the door open, Angelo said softly.The upcoming activities would act as an example foranyone even thinking of going behind his back, of double-crossing him.Bending at the waist, Angelo pulled a small knife and garrote wire from his boots.He laid the itemsside by side on the table and grabbed a chair.After positioning the chair in front of Gordo, he satdown and crossed his ankles. I m listening whenever you re ready to start talking. Fingers on his chin, he met Gordo s fear-filledgaze. Boss, please.I didn t do nothing. Gordo sniffled.Tears filled his eyes but didn t spill over. Try another one, Gordo. Angelo kept his tone civil and low when inside his blood boiled. Aninnocent man doesn t just up and leave town. My sister Your family is in Florida, Gordo.And you don t have a sister. Angelo leaned forward. I want toknow what my uncle promised you that was worth more than your life, because you had to know I dkill you if I found out. I didn t do nothing, boss.Angelo pulled his.22 from his waistband and pulled the trigger, blowing a hole in Gordo s rightknee.Gordo cried out, doubling over, hands grabbing at his foot as he slid to the cold concreteground. I ve got a lot more bullets and no place to be, Gordo.We can do this dance all motherfucking night. My knee! Gordo rocked back and forth on the floor. My foot! Saliva dripped down his chin, snotran from his nose into his mouth.Not a pretty picture
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