Page 70 of Toxic Devotion

Marco stopped walking and turned around, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Neil.

“Twenty minutes ago, I was coming.”

“Oh?”

He followed Marco down the hall, laughing when Marco cursed him the whole way. Marco’s glare only made him smile that much harder.

Marco flipped him off, then went to grab a shirt. Neil was content to lean back against the wall and watch. Marco got his hands into the shirt, then raised his arms, showing off his delicious chest and biceps as he tugged the shirt over his head.

Neil pushed away from the wall and walked up to Marco, hand grabbing the man by the hips to jerk him closer. Marco looked up at him with a pinch of red spreading over his neck and cheeks.

God, he was gorgeous.

He leaned closer, brushing his nose against Marco’s and making the man groan when he pulled back before their lips could touch.

“Neil,” Marco growled under his breath.

“What?”

Marco thrust his hands into Neil’s hair and pulled him down to slam their mouths together in a heated kiss he wished would last forever.

Rome’s raised voice had them both tensing, sharing an uneasy glance before they took off toward the kitchen. Rome was on the phone, fear and anger obvious in his voice.

“I don’t trust you to deliver on your end,” Rome said. “But I’ll trade you. Serrano for Juno. I’ll send the address. Three hours.” He put down the phone, staring at it as he mumbled, “I would never do that to you.”

Marco’s harrumph had Neil preparing himself for the worst.

“I know,” Marco said, shaking his head. “I’ll do it.”

“What?” Rome croaked out.

Neil kept his mouth shut, watching Marco closely.

Marco shrugged and said, “I won’t have to go to the trouble of finding him. I can just kill him there.”

“It’s a suicide mission,” Rome snapped.

“He won’t be there alone,” Neil said to Rome and crossed his arms. “And I’m sure if you call the Kings, they’ll be more than happy to help. It’s one of their own on the line, after all.”

“Fuck,” Rome said with a sigh. He put his phone back to his ear, eyes on Marco and Neil as he said, “I need to speak with King.”

Marco

Teaming up with the Kings wasn’t as unpleasant as he’d imagined. Everything happened rather quickly, though, considering Rome’s three-hour timeline. Explaining the plan to the Kings went over quite smoothly considering they weren’t the ones putting themselves directly in the line of fire.

Rome needed to get his head on straight, though. He was spacing out. The worry he felt for Juno made Marco uneasy. He wasn’t sure how much Juno meant to Rome, nor how much Rome meant to Juno, but he did know that it was enough for Rome to have agreed to let Marco put himself in danger.

“We’re ready,” King said and gave Marco a nod.

He returned it before heading for his car. Rome got behind the wheel and he got in the back, watching Rome with growing concern as he drove them to the junkyard where they were meeting Alvaro. The man thought Rome was there to trade Marco’s life for Juno’s and at this point, he was starting to think that maybe that was true. At least partly. If Rome fucked up, he still had Neil and all the Kings at his six.

When they drove into the junkyard, two cars were waiting for them. The second Rome turned off the engine, the doors of the other cars opened, and a slew of men stepped out. One in particular stood out. Alvaro.

The man wasn’t much to look at. Short and with a goatee that looked like it needed a trim. This man had turned Marco’s men against him. He’d robbed him. Attacked him. He’d tried to kill him and his family. Today was the day Jose Alvaro died.

He turned his gaze on Rome who was gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles had turned white. “You good?”

“Not even close,” Rome answered.