Page 27 of Bazooka

I went back to the car and motioned for Luz to follow me. When we reached the room, I touched his arm, making him look at me.

“Do you trust me?”

He blinked in confusion. “Of course.”

I opened the door and led him inside. As soon as he spotted the perps, he gasped and slammed his head into my chest, turning his back to them.

I put my hand on his waist and gave it a small caress.

“Tell me what you want, Luz. If you want them to be arrested, I’ll make it happen. If you want them to suffer, they will suffer. If you want them to disappear, they will disappear.”

After a while, Luz looked at me. His aquamarine eyes were filled with fear, anger, and everything else in between.

“Suffer?” he repeated, looking over his shoulder at the perps.

Four pairs of eyes widened in alarm.

“Or disappear?” Luz said in a tone that told me we were on the same page.

He walked up to the red-haired guy and pulled a sock out of his mouth. The guy coughed and wheezed, only to throw up all over himself.

“B-birth-day boy,” he mumbled when he got his breath back. “What’s going—”

Luz punched him in the face, only to hiss in pain, probably because his hand wasn’t used to throwing punches.

“Do you know who my father is?” the perp bit out, spitting out blood. “When he finds out about this, he will make sure you get what you deserve. Hell, he will fucking kill you all, you sons of bitches.”

I smirked. “Yeah, but to do that, Judge Sommers first has to find your body, doesn’t he?”

The red-haired asshole paled.

“Who are you?” he muttered. “Mob? Ripper’s squad? Not the fucking LD?”

“What’s the LD?” Maddox said, looking puzzled.

“Well, if you’re the LD, you can go fuck yourselves,” the chatty asshole sneered. “You can’t prove shit. In fact, from what I’ve heard, you wouldn’t be able to find the evidence if it bit you in the ass.”

“Prove?” Maddox said, laughing. “Why would we need proof when I personally saw you assaulting my pal over there? I swear on the Bible, Your Honor. This dickless excuse of a person was beating up the victim when I stumbled upon them in the parking lot. I saw the whole thing.”

“Speaking of,” Luz said through his teeth. “You also tried to stick your dick in me, you fucking would-be rapist.”

The toothless, soon-to-be-dead person scowled.

“Yeah, and you know what? It was the sweetest ass I ever saw. You would have been my bitch that night if it weren’t for that firetruck passing by.”

I pulled out my gun, cocked it, and aimed it at him when Maddox jumped out of bed.

“Nope,” he said, pushing me back. “Not here, not now, Bradley.”

“The sweetest ass you ever saw,” Luz said, hitting him in the nuts with his foot. “You bet, you fucking asshole.”

The guy collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.

“I hope you never have children, mate,” Luz said and spat on him. “It serves you right for trying to rape someone, you sorry excuse for a human being.”

I walked up to Luz. “What do you want to do?”

He was pale in the face, but his eyes were filled with rage.

“Arrest them. Make sure they get a partner in the cell who will do to them what they tried to do to me.”

“My mates,” Maddox said, crouching next to the now mostly crying foursome.

“Admit to the assault and the attempted rape. If you do that, the scary-looking dude with the gun will leave without putting a bullet in your brain. I will make the drugs, and the weapons go away as a show of good faith. Or we can call the uniforms, who are not in the habit of making deals because they don’t have the power.

I have the power. What do you say? You have time to decide up to three, two… ”

The red-haired asshole quickly nodded, just like his friends.

“Peachy. I will need it in writing. You know how to write, do you?”

“Luz, let’s go home,” I said with a sigh. “Maddox, can you wrap this up?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go. I’ll clean up.”

“I owe you one. Big time.”

Maddox chuckled. “Yeah, and you’ll probably regret it.”

One of the perks of being a part of the LD was that sometimes you could get away with not doing things by the book. Hell, it was expected of us. We might have been a bunch of losers, but at least the criminals ended up behind bars.

Neither Luz nor I spoke in the car on our way home.

What was there to say? I was sorry that none of the perps felt my fist, but this was Luz’s fight, and I let him have it.

I knew it wouldn’t make him feel better, but he needed closure.

Hell, I needed it, too. The look on his face told me he was still in shock, so I made him drink Xanax when we got home.

“You should take a nap,” I said as he sat on the sofa. “After that, I’ll order us some food. Sounds good?”

He merely nodded. When he started to bite on his nail, I took his finger out of his mouth.

“Don’t,” I said, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

He looked at me pleadingly.

“Can you stay with me?”

I nodded and lay down beside him on the sofa. I stayed with him.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t leave.

Luz

I woke up in a state of strange exaltation.

All my senses were heightened. I wasn’t merely hungry, but starving.

My dick wasn’t just hard, it fucking hurt.

The breaths I inhaled just weren’t enough.

And I was alone in the room, but it felt as if I were alone in the world.

Only the sound of the shower running in the bathroom told me it wasn’t so.

Still, I headed there to check. I entered the bathroom only to see a large, naked form standing in the shower. When Bazooka heard me, he opened the shower door.

“Everything okay?”

The water was running down his face, and I could barely see him in the steam that surrounded him.

“Yeah, I just didn’t want to be alone.”

He regarded me steadily, and I felt as if he could see me, really see me. Inside and out.

I pointed my chin at the shower. “Can I join you there?”

His gaze slid down my body. What could he see? Rumpled clothes? Bare feet? Desperation?

He smirked. “Well, you’re already kinda here, aren’t you?”

I stripped without a thought in my head, letting my clothes fall to the floor.

As I stripped, he watched me do it. And as he watched me do it, his dick grew.

I didn’t comment on it, and neither did he.

He merely shampooed his hair, while I walked up to the shower with my hard cock bouncing between my legs.

I had no intention of hiding it, not that I could, and after everything that happened, I didn’t really care.

Once Bazooka closed the door behind me, I could breathe freely again despite the steam and the heat.

The sense of panic remained outside the door, and I felt as if I were in the safest place in the world.

“Close your eyes,” Bazooka said.

He squeezed the shampoo into his palm and started to shampoo my hair.

His movements were firm, but gentle. His hands were powerful, but kind.

He was kind. I expected lots of things from him, but not that.

I didn’t expect the goodness inside him to steamroll over me and fix every bad thing in my life.

I didn’t expect him to patch me up like you would patch up an old, forgotten quilt that had lost its purpose.

“Lower your head.”

I did what he said, only to see his erect dick pointed at me.

And it was, simply put, the most perfect dick I ever saw in my life.

Long and thick, because I would never call a dick too long or too thick.

His cockhead was plump, smooth, and flushed with arousal.

Just yummy. His balls were long and heavy with cum.

“I had a semi before you came here.” An amused voice informed me. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

At that point, shampoo entered my eyes, so I rubbed them, frowning.

“Why did you have a semi?”

“‘Cause I need to fuck. Throw your head back.”

I obeyed him only to feel him rinsing my hair. When his dick grazed me, I almost lost my balance. I put my hands on his chest to steady myself as he gripped my forearm in support.

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.

The words kept repeating in my head as Bazooka pushed a sponge into my hand.

“Wash yourself, Luz.”

“Huh?” I was officially brain-dead because all the blood in my body was rushing down south.

“Wash your chest. Your dick. Your ass.”

I did what he said, in the order he said it. For once in my life, it felt good to be obedient. It felt good to be good. The relief of not having to think about things felt good.

As I washed my crack, he washed his dick. I watched him do it. He watched me do it. I watched him operate the heavy machinery between his legs, desperate to touch it. Desperate to touch him. To fall on my knees in front of him and just suck, suck, suck.

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore .

When I started to stroke my aching dick, eyefucking him, Baz grinned and reached for my hand.

“That’s not allowed, Luscious Lucius. Here… do me.”

He gave me his sponge, but I barely had the strength to grip it.

“Are you torturing me on purpose?” I said hoarsely.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, sounding amused.

My thoughts, too.

I washed his chest, biting my bottom lip until he pulled it from under my teeth with his thumb.

I let my dick graze his thigh, watching his reaction, but I got none.

His swollen shaft was leaking precum, but he behaved as if he wasn’t aware of it.

Either that, or he had the self-control of a Tibetan monk, and I hated both possibilities equally.

In a moment of weakness, I leaned in and kissed his chest. I pressed my lips to his wet skin and dragged my tongue over his nipple, feeling dizzy. He let me do it only to grip my hair and make me look at him. His grey eyes were filled with warmth, and there was no refusal in them.