Embracing His Syn (11 page)

“
Um. That was my
conclusion, sir, confirmed by the coroner though,” the officer
responded, watching God with wide eyes as he squatted, lifting the
sheet from the body.

Syn encouraged, “Go on
officer.”

The officer cleared his throat before
speaking again. “We didn’t find any weapons, and no witnesses to
the actual crime. The custodian for the upstairs office heard the
commotion and called 911, but claims he didn’t stick around to
watch the fight.

“
Where does that door lead
to?” Day pointed at a door which opened out onto the dark
alley.

“
I looked it up. It
appears to be a small film studio,” the other officer finally
stopped staring at God long enough to add to the conversation.
“Porn films.”

Day looked up in amusement. “Shut the
fuck up.”

The two cops nodded. “That’s what we
pulled up in the system. We went around to the front. It’s locked
and no one’s inside. We called the number registered to the
address, but got no answer.”

“
Who’s the owner of the
company?” God asked.

The officer flipped a couple pages on
his notebook. “Illustra is owned by Johnathan Mack. We also have a
list of all the performers and staff.”

Day looked at God. “I bet that little
vixen we just apprehended has a recurring role here. Wonder what
made her so mad that she wanted to kill someone as soon as she
finished fucking.”

“
Maybe she didn’t get to
come.” Ronowski chuckled, joined by several of the team
members.

Syn grimaced.

“
Yeah, that might
make
you
homicidal alright,” Day added. “But I wouldn’t
know.”

“
Day, shut the fuck up,”
God barked at his lover's usual inappropriateness. It seemed Day
had never met a boundary he didn't stomp right over.

God looked at the officers' nametags.
“Officers Gemson and Boyd, I want your reports on my desk by nine
a.m. sharp. You guys can head back.”

“
Yes, sir,” they both
responded before leaving.

“
Officers,” God called
out, “Nice work.”

The men looked shocked, responding
with a simple, “Thank you, sir.”

“
That was sweet of you.
You going soft on us, God?” Ronowski teased his commanding
officer.

God stepped up to Ronowski and Syn
thought he was gonna deck the guy. “I don’t go soft, Ro. You should
know that,” God hissed close to Ronowski’s ear.

The other members of the task force
may not have heard it, but Syn did. He watched God’s glare turn to
something akin to lust and Syn did a double take. Ronowski’s hooded
eyes said he’d welcome whatever God had in mind as retribution for
his comment. Day was watching as well, but didn’t seem the
slightest bit upset by his lover's exchange with another
man.

What the hell was that?
No, there’s no way.
Syn must be
misunderstanding. It’d been too damn long since he’d gotten laid.
He was seeing lustful glances and mistaking innocent comments as
sexual innuendo. It was after two a.m. The hour of the wolf made
men think more with their little head than the one with the brain
in it.
I need some sleep ... and some
fucking sex ... soon.
He refused to
examine why Furi's face came to mind with that last
thought.

Syn pressed his thumbs into his eyes
and shook his head in fatigue. He saw his Lieutenants doing that
silent communication shit that they did, so he approached their
team and instructed everyone to go home; get a few hours' sleep and
be at the station ready for a briefing at ten. That would give him
a couple hours to talk with Day and God and get all his questions
answered. He hoped he had made his point that he wouldn't tolerate
being disrespected again.

During the night, Doug had stretched
out on the small couch, one leg hanging off the side, Furi nestled
beneath his arm, his face tucked into Doug’s armpit. Furi felt Doug
stir next to him and he tried to be still so he wouldn't wake him.
It felt so good waking up to a warm – maybe not willing, but a male
body nonetheless. And oh was he warm. Doug smelled like a man’s
man. Furi’s face was sandwiched between a bulging bicep and a firm
pec. If Doug were completely awake, he’d no doubt feel Furi’s
morning wood pressed against his thigh. There was nothing he could
he do about the wood, it was nature, right? Furi rolled his eyes
while fighting the urge to rub his aching shaft against that strong
thigh. Doug was straight, had a girlfriend. He was very liberal,
but hell, no man was that damn laid back that he’d let another man
rub one out on him. Furi laid there perfectly still, basking in the
masculinity surrounding him, wishing it was Syn ... or at least
someone who could be interested in him.

Maybe Syn’s not so bad.
Dating a cop could be beneficial if I’m getting ready to alert my
psycho husband and brother-in-law to my whereabouts. But what if
he’s not looking for a date? What if he wants to fuck and then go
on his way? Damnit. That’s another reason I can’t go
there.

Strong arms tightened
around him and Doug slid further down so his chin rested on Furi’s
head. “Stop thinking so hard. You’re disturbing my sleep,” Doug
said in a deep, groggy voice. He took Furi’s hand from where it was
tucked in between them and pulled it so that Furi was wrapped
around him. Doug began to pet Furi’s unruly hair.
Mmmmm. So nice.

They were chest to chest and Furi
could feel Doug’s deliciously thick cock against him. Furi groaned
and tried to shift even closer.

“
Any closer and you’ll be
inside me,” Doug groaned.

“
Is that an invitation?”
Furi smiled against Doug’s chest.

“
Mmmm,” Doug moaned. “As
horrific as that sounds ... I’m going to have to pass.”

Furi pinched Doug’s ass hard, making
him yelp and laugh.

“
I got to go to work gay
boy, and you have a phone call to make to your lawyer, remember?”
Doug stretched his long body, half of him hanging off the too-small
couch.

“
Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s
only seven, babe. Your brother’s office isn’t even open yet,” Furi
argued, trying to get off the couch.

“
No excuses. I’m going to
call my brother on my lunch break and he better tell me that you
called.” Doug was pulling on his boots.

“
Will you at least have
some coffee with me before you leave?” Furi pouted, immediately
feeling silly for it.

“
Dude. You’re way too
tatted up to ever make that face.” Doug laughed. He bent over and
pressed a kiss to Furi’s forehead. “I will not have a cup of your
nasty coffee. I will however, take you to breakfast and drink some
real coffee with you.”

Furi felt better already. He stood,
wrapped his arms around Doug, and whispered, “Thank you for last
night. I needed it.”

“
I know. Now go get
dressed.” Doug popped him on the shoulder.

Furi was in the bathroom brushing his
teeth when Doug barged into the tiny space almost knocking him
over.

“
Furious! Have you looked
at your cell yet?” Doug’s hazel eyes were wide as he
spoke.

“
No. It’s dead. Why? What
is it?” Furi’s stomach dropped at the expression on Doug’s
face.

Oh hell. What is it
now?

“
Mack sent a group text
two hours ago. Someone was killed outside the studio last night and
he wants everyone to come in at nine for a meeting, and no matter
what, no one is to talk to the cops.”

“
Holy Fuck! Who the hell
was killed?” Furi asked, toothpaste dripping down his
chin.

“
He didn’t
say.”

“
Call him.”

“
I did. And I called his
assistant. Both went straight to voicemail.”

“
Shit,” Furi whispered,
his mind racing a mile-a-minute, shocked that someone from their
little production company would be killed.

“
Hurry up, let’s get
going.” Doug moved quickly through Furi’s small place, grabbing his
clothes, looking as distraught as Furi felt.

Ten minutes later they were out the
door and in Doug’s car, speeding to Peachtree City.

“
I can’t believe this,”
Doug said as he turned into the crowded parking lot, his eyes
scanning each of the vehicles.

Doug was most likely doing the same
thing Furi was. Checking the cars to see whose was missing. There
were several, but they couldn’t conclude anything, since they were
an hour early for the meeting. Furi saw several reporters recording
what must be the crime scene. There were still a few police cars
parked on the far side of the lot, and yellow tape blocking off the
entrance to the back alley. When a news anchor saw them, he waved
to his cameraman and ran over to them. Doug pulled Furi’s arm and
hurried him the last few feet to the door and pushed him
inside.

“
What?” Furi looked at
him.

“
You don’t need to be on
television right now.” Doug gave him a look that said ‘think about
it.’

Furi just nodded and ran his hands
over his face in frustration. It really didn’t matter now. He was
having Patrick served with divorce papers this week. The inevitable
couldn't be avoided any longer.

Furi and Doug made their way down the
corridor and slowed when they passed a room where a few of the
girls were talking in hushed tones. Doug backed up and peered
inside. “Hey, what’s going on girls? You look like you know
something,” Doug said as he approached their tight
circle.

Furi stood at the door, knowing he
wasn’t real popular with the girls right now. The women stopped
talking and eyed both of them with disdain.

“
Fuck off, Doug.” Sasha
stepped in front of the girls like she was their
spokeswoman.

Doug’s head snapped back at the venom
in her tone. He turned his lip up at her. “Been there. Done that,
Sasha.”

It appeared they took offense to
Doug’s statement and Furi raced in to grab his friend from the
extremely angry mob. Furi wondered if it was one of the female
entertainers who was killed. That might explain why the girls were
all wound up.

“
Sasha, who was killed?”
Furi asked as calmly as he could. He’d used that same tone when he
tried to talk his husband out of his rages.

“
How the hell should we
know, fag? We’re waiting just like everyone else.” Sasha didn’t
wait for Furi’s shock to register before she’d turned her back to
him.

“
You little slut.” Doug
bristled.

“
Hey, hey. Let it go,
Doug.” Furi pulled on Doug’s shoulder, stopping his tirade, as the
women began to really turn up the insults. “Let’s go. This is
pointless. Damn you’d think we were the killers, the way they’re
acting.”

“
Maybe you are,” Angelica
sneered. “Do you have an alibi for last night, Furious?”

Furi’s face morphed into a deep frown,
confused. What the hell had Furious ever done to these women? Damn,
he’d never even had a real conversation with any of them. His
refusal to fuck them wasn't reason to act so hurtful toward him.
He’d always been respectful to all the entertainers. Furi didn’t
think he was better than anyone else there. Sure, Mack threw money
at him left and right, but that’s only because he was the one
performer who had never been in a partnered scene. Furi guaranteed
as soon as he agreed to one, he’d be yesterday’s news.

“
Actually, yes. I do have
an alibi,” Furi answered.

“
I’m sure he had some
guy’s dick up his ass last night,” Sasha added.

“
I’m confused. Sasha,
Angelica. Did I do something?” Furi pointed at his chest. “I really
don’t know why you're attacking me like this.”

“
You don’t have to explain
shit to these bitches,” Doug hissed.

Furi looked at his best friend,
wishing he’d tone it down, because the name-calling wasn’t helping.
“Don’t call them bitches, Doug.”

“
Seriously, Sasha.” Furi
stepped a little closer to her and lowered his voice. “Is this
about me not doing the scene with you?”