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At club Evolve there are no closed
doors. These guys want their men soft, consenting, and ready when they are. So,
come in—feel the heat!
Meet Robert ‘War’ Warren from SEE
ME IN THE DARK.
Scars
so deep—will they destroy his soul?
Preston Woodley only comes alive in the
dark, on his back, and he never allows anyone to touch him there. He longs to
find someone who sees him for the man he is and not a monster shaped by a
horrible accident in his past.
Robert ‘War’ Warren, recruited into the
biker lifestyle early, has done it all and he doled out enough payback to earn
a brief stint in jail. He’s reached a pinnacle of success and seeks peace;
however, what he used to be, what he could easily become again, may ruin his
life forever.
EXCERPT:
War never asked what Preston did for a living
as his first concern was bedding him. Christ, he knew so little about the man
and what he did know he… Hell! He
liked him. He didn’t give an inch when War gave him crap that first night
because Pres looked shocked he attended university. Fuck’s sake, the way War
dressed, the way he acted, anyone may have produced the same facial contortion.
He resurfaced Friday and held his ground again. What was his problem being seen
by a lover?
“Son of a bitch, now he’s my lover.”
Air whistled through the nose of a woman
beside him. “Hello! I have children here.”
“Excuse me.” War situated himself behind a
larger crowd. Unable to hear everything due to various game calls, sporadic
yelling, and people clapping, but what he did hear made him smile. Pres was
knowledgeable, direct, and he looked damn good in a crisp white shirt with
sleeves rolled to his elbows. His brown hair wasn’t sprayed to death because
each time a breeze lifted, it blew out of style. He calmly ran his hand through
it and kept right on talking. No makeup either. He was handsome as hell without
it.
Ten minutes and they were done.
While the camera man
packed equipment, the girl shared notes with Preston and when finished, she
hopped into the van which backed away from the boardwalk. Pres more than likely
drove himself because he remained and when he went to reach for his jacket on
the back of a chair, a tall guy barreling backward to save a shot plowed into
him sending him sprawling to the ground.
Once he helped him up, he began brushing Pres’
clothes off. When he reached his back, Preston cringed but the man insisted on
dusting him off. The same look of fear War noticed in his eyes at Evolve had
returned. Preston’s feet carried him backward and the
jackass pursued him.
War had seen enough. In five long strides he
was near the fucker who he heard say, “I’m sorry, dude, let me get the sand off
you.”
“I’m fine.” Preston’s jacket was on the
ground and he kept moving in reverse. “It’s okay.” He looked around. “My
jacket. I need my jacket.”
War grabbed the coat on his way to Preston.
He heard the jangle of keys. “I got it, Pres, it’s okay.”
He looked into War’s eyes and exhaled in
relief. “My keys?”
“They’re right here. I got you,” he
whispered. Had the man gone back to the game, it would have ended there. He
returned and when Preston shrunk away as the bastard attempted to throw an arm
around his shoulder, War decked him. That brought on the crowd. This was going
to get real ugly if War didn’t shut them down. “He’s okay, I’m a friend.”
One big guy in the back said, “Yeah, and I’m his friend. You didn’t have to hit him.”
“I’m sorry. Shit if I am. My friend was flustered by his attention and I
overreacted. We’re going to leave and let you get back to the game.”
“Leaving, my ass.”
War faced Preston. “My car is one block past
the ice cream parlor on the corner. Here are my keys. It’s a black Rover. Wait
for me there.”
“War, I’m okay. Please, let’s go.”
“It’s not that easy.” It never is for me. Two or three guys began to close in. “Go.”
Preston backed away and War whirled on the
group. “You know what. I’m never
sorry. I’ll hit him again if he ever gets his lanky ass up. One of two things
will occur. You take me down or I beat you senseless. My money is on number
two.”
“What did you say?” Big guy moved to stand
toe to toe with War. “You surfer types don’t own the beach and you’re not that
tough.” He shoved him.
War knocked him out.
“Fucker. Not spending my day talking
to your ass.” Twisting, he saw a shapely woman in a bikini holding up her cell
phone. “Jesus.” He looked over his shoulder to make sure Pres was gone. No sign
of him and the other two guys had decided to high tail it away.
Two bike patrolmen cruised up. “Is there a
problem?”
The woman answered, “Officers, I recorded it
all on video. Those three guys threatened this man. He was only defending
himself.” She grinned ear to ear. “I’m going to put it on line and call it
Venice Beach Knockout.”
Fuck me
to tears!
* * * * *
“Pres, you okay.”
“Damn you, War, you didn’t have to hit him.”
“I get it. I overreacted but are you
alright?”
“Yes. This is my job and it could well be at
stake here.”
“Nobody will see you. Before the phones
started recording you were gone.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Goddamn it, Pres, I wasn’t going to let him
touch you again. The look on your face startled me and I only wanted to protect
you.”
“Protect me? Your bravado attempt at
manliness may cost me my job.”
“I’m sor… Attempt at manliness? Are you
kidding me? Guess what, Pres, I’m not sorry. The next time I’ll let him
manhandle your ass into Hell. Where are you parked?”
“I’ll walk, thank you.”
“Tell me where you
parked, damn it. Trust me, you won’t see me again.”
“I’m in the Ladot Lot.”
They reached the lot and as Preston got out
War demanded, “Why can everyone in the fucking world touch you but me?”
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