At this point Gun didn’t care about King’s taunts. What has gotten into this man that would make him willingly give himself up like this?

  Gun pulled out slowly, letting his hands glide along King’s thick muscur thighs. Gazing up at him into King’s eyes, Gun could see it, that hesitation, but it was hidden behind the lust on his face. He unknowingly smiled up at King and reached for his face, cupping it.

  Positioning his right foot firmly against the seat while his left foot grounded him, Gun started thrusting his hips. With each thrust came a strained expression from King.

  “Remember what I told you back then? When I’m with you, I want to hear how I make you feel,” Gun reminded.

  King focussed on him. His mind had been wrapped around the cock thrusting in him that he almost forgot that he wasn’t alone. He smiled down at Gun, then leaned forward, capturing his lips, although this position now made things uncomfortable for him.

  As soon as their lips parted, Gun heard it—the sweet sound of King’s voice that soon echoed through the car.

  Thrust after thrust made Gun greedy and angry, how? After so long, how could King not have slept with anyone? This man was a womanizer, a thief, even if you wanted to call it a name. He’s been gone for so long, how many whores fell at his feet?

  Gun didn’t know how but he managed to flip them over and by the look of King’s surprised expression he didn’t think Gun would be willing to take all the control from him–not that he minded.

  King’s face melted as he looked up at Gun. His mouth parted, releasing moan after sensual moan, telling Gun how much he loved this even though his body felt pins of pain stabbing him, but the pleasure was rising, numbing it.

  King raised his hand, reaching for Gun’s hips, then slowly ran them up his torso. He fisted the shirt then yanked it open, watching now how Gun’s body worked him, but it wasn’t long then the thrust became sharp, making him close his eyes, “Gun,” he managed to call.

  He thought the pain was disappearing, but now it seemed like from their connection he could sense that Gun was angry at him.

  His moans turned to sharp cries, but after mere moments, they returned to moans of pleasure. Gun’s thrust moved faster as the pleasure began to build in his stomach. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he watched King fil with pleasure.

  King gasped unexpectedly as he exploded. Breathing helplessly at the emotions gathering within me. He looked at Gun, who was still going and just then Gun released inside him, thrusting until he went limp. Gun leaned down, grabbing the back of King’s hair and smashed their lips together in a passionate kiss, exploring King’s mouth as if it was his st meal. His mind was screaming for him to stop this madness while his body screamed for him to continue, that this was where he belonged, that he should drag King back with him and lock him up but he had his secrets to continue hiding.

  Pulling away, Gun climbed out of the SUV, slipping his cock out of King who felt both hollow and relief. He went back to his car and reached into the glove compartment and pulled out his gun. Looking at it as he cradled it in his hand, he had regrets, but with a determined look he made up his mind and went back to the SUV. He climbed in and grabbed King by the neck, choking him and held the gun to the temple of King’s head. Gring into King’s stunned eyes, he said, “This is the st time you taunt me. I may have loved you in the past and I don’t give a shit if you still love me, but we are over. I don’t care what your reasons are, but you mean nothing to me. Our love is over and if you so much as go against my words, I won’t spare you.”

  Gun pulled away, leaving a heaving King in the SUV who was staring at the ceiling. The look of hatred on Gun’s face had him trembling. He thought this would work, ‘Does he really not love me anymore?’

  King heard the doors sm, catching a fright. Tears rolled down the side of his eyes as the screech of tires echoed around him. He released a sigh but didn’t move, ‘is this really how things are going to be? I’m back, but he won’t even look at me?’

  *

  Jason pulled up to the side of the road, his headlights illuminating the dark stretch ahead, with Delta beside him. He stepped out and walked over to Gun’s car.

  Opening the back door, Jason raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. Gun was sprawled across the seat, his shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders like he’d barely bothered to put it back on.

  He let out a low whistle. “And now? What the hell happened? You look like you just escaped an orgy.”

  Gun smirked. Jason always had a way of making him ugh, even in the most ridiculous situations. Stretching out, he met his son’s gaze and, with a slow, amused grin, said, “I had sex with your father.”

  Jason froze, staring at him for a solid few seconds before his expression twisted in confusion. “Huh?” His eyes darted outside, scanning the area as if expecting King to materialise out of thin air. But there was nothing—just empty road and the quiet hum of the night.

  Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. He had a nagging feeling about this, an itch in the back of his mind that told him he should meet King face-to-face. But Gun had been firm—he was supposed to pretend he didn’t know a thing.

  Pushing down his curiosity, Jason slid into the driver’s seat, shaking his head as he started the engine. “Whatever, man,” he muttered.

  Gun smirked again, leaning back against the seat as Jason pulled onto the road, taking the car home. Delta followed close behind, his headlights cutting through the night.

  *

  Jason steadied Gun as he helped him into the bathtub, careful not to let him slip. Once Gun was settled, Jason leaned against the sink, arms crossed, watching him.

  “So what now?” he asked. “Are you getting back together with him?”

  Gun shook his head immediately. The thought alone made his chest tighten. What happened between him and King was different this time—too intense, too dangerous.

  “No,” he murmured. “That was the st time. He can’t find out I’m pregnant. And I still have to deal with Remmington.”

  Jason exhaled, nodding slowly as he sank onto the toilet seat—the only chair in the bathroom. He rubbed his hands together before sighing. “It’s hard to believe he’s actually alive when you’re the only one who’s seen him.”

  Gun met his son’s gaze and smiled faintly. “What will you say to him when you see him?”

  Jason didn’t answer right away.

  Gun leaned back, running a hand through his damp hair. “Your father is a liar and a maniputor, Jason. He’s a bad person. But don’t let my words make you hate him. He’s only doing what he thinks is right for his situation. That’s how he was raised.” His voice softened. “But my life with him in it has been nothing but disappointments and blood. I don’t want you or any of my children walking the same path. I want you to have a life worth living. Whatever he’s done to me, none of you should be a part of it.”

  Jason studied his father carefully, his expression unreadable. He understood—he really did. But King was still his father. And that complicated everything.