Deadly Lover – Special Edition (Exit Strategy #1) Read Online Jocelynn Drake

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Exit Strategy Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
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They both reached the firebug at roughly the same time. Justin was about to reach for him when Gabriel flipped his gun around and slammed it against the side of the man’s head. Their prey crumpled to the ground like a sack of rotten potatoes. Justin looked up at Gabriel to find the man grinning at him. The expression erased years from his face and gave him a new youthful vitality that made Justin’s heart skip a beat. Dangerous, sexy, and playful? Fuck, he was in such trouble when it came to Gabriel Prescott.

“Tell me you’ve got a secret little hideaway we can use to talk to our new friend,” Gabriel said.

Now he was definitely hard, and there was no question that the remains of his sanity had flown out the window. “How turned-on would you be if I did?”

“Very,” he growled, taking a step over the unconscious man to get closer to Justin.

Justin’s brain was shouting “Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!” but the rest of him was not listening. When Gabriel smiled at him, he found himself wanting to hand over everything, tell him all his secrets. Just a few days with the assassin and Justin had discovered that the man rarely smiled and joked, but each time he did, it was like Justin was being handed the world’s most precious gift. And he was growing greedy for more. If it meant getting Gabriel to smile at him, Justin would hand over all his secrets.

“Go get the car. I’ve got a secret clubhouse we can use.”

Gabriel nodded before darting off to where they’d parked the rental car more than a block away. Okay, so maybe he had like four super-secret clubhouses where he could do top-secret things on the fly if he happened to be on the run, but there was no way he was going to show Gabriel his favorites. Yet.

Justin looked down at the hit man at his feet, bleeding from his temple and leg. He and Gabriel might be working on this contract together, but if Justin were to cross the wrong people, he could find himself bleeding on the ground and Gabriel standing over him far too easily. That was a sobering thought. Regardless of how he was starting to feel for the man, he needed to remember that there was a good chance it was all one-sided.

* * *

They were in a cabin in the woods.

Gabriel grimaced, sure that this was the start of every bad horror movie he’d ever watched in his life. Justin had brought him and the hit man targeting them to a fucking cabin in the goddamn woods.

And judging by the enormous grin on Justin’s face, he knew exactly how twisted Gabriel found this location and he was reveling in it.

Of course, maybe he’d revealed a little too much in shooting and pistol-whipping the bastard who had made their life hell so far. But it had been nice to be the one delivering the ass-kicking for once.

Every inch of this job had been an absolute shit show, and if twenty-two million hadn’t been on the line, Gabriel would have seriously considered walking away. But with his cut of the money, he could take a year or two off. Maybe relax and take up a hobby. He wouldn’t, of course. He’d be bored out of his mind inside of a week, but the idea of having that option was always comforting.

While Justin secured the man to a sturdy chair using a mix of wire, rope, and duct tape, Gabriel leaned against the wall and glanced quickly over their surroundings. It was an open floor plan with a little kitchenette off to his left and a door that probably led to a bathroom. The rest of the room was empty except for the chair in the center under a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling and a battered folding table by the far wall. The floor was just a slab of concrete that was stained where the chair rested, as if blood had pooled there on more than one occasion and then been partially washed away with bleach.

This cabin was clearly Justin’s secret interrogation room only. Gabriel had played in similar setups over the years. Even been the one sitting in the chair a time or two. He’d just never had the pleasure of having a set location, because he was constantly on the move.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Justin asked after he placed a final piece of tape across the man’s mouth.

“Check his leg. I don’t want him bleeding out before we can get any information from him,” Gabriel said.

Justin nodded and pulled out a knife from some secret holster on his body. He easily sliced through the soft material of his jogging pants and pulled it away to reveal blood-covered flesh and a clean wound through the muscle. “Through and through. No bullet for you to dig out,” Justin replied.


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