Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"Follow my lead," he reminds the two of us before crouching low as if he's entering a war zone as he makes his way to the back door of the cabin.
Zayne follows behind him, and I take up the tail, hiding a grin when Zayne looks back at me, his eyes rolling in the moonlight at how ridiculous Scott looks. The guy has obviously played too much Call of Duty.
Stupidly, the back door is unlocked, but I guess that's good for us. Knowing we're entering a place where the men are armed, it's best that they have no pre-warning of our arrival. Zayne and I are trying to get a job done, and it doesn't include getting shot because these guys know we're coming.
"Two trucks," Zayne whispers as he scans the room.
This cabin is no different from any of the others I've seen. It's almost bare-bones, only the essentials needed for a weekend hunting trip. There are no comforts of home, no decor. Simple. Efficient.
The set of queen-sized bunk beds on the far wall only reveals one lump on the bottom bunk. The top bunk doesn't even have sheets, blankets, or pillows.
I swallow, freezing when I realize what we're looking at, and in that same moment, I hear Zayne whisper, "Fuck" under his breath as he comes to the same conclusion.
Things just got a lot more serious.
"I should've fucking known," Scott snaps, his voice booming through the cabin, loud enough to wake the neighbors, so it's no surprise when the single lump moves, forming two separate people. "Look what we have here, guys."
With his rifle pointed precariously at the men, it's more than a little unstable when Scott pulls his left hand from the weapon to flip the light on.
Although the soft amber glow of the light isn't as startling as an LED bulb's, the sudden flash makes us all blink as our eyes adjust.
The men in the bed already look traumatized as they blink in our direction, their brains fighting to come back online after being woken this way.
"This is actually better," Scott says, both hands now back on his rifle as he inches toward the men who are trying to create as much distance between the two of them as possible.
It's clear they're concerned about their safety and fearful that they've been discovered doing something they've probably been hiding from others in their lives.
"Better?" Zayne asks, a look of disgust on his face as he glares at the men.
If I didn't know him, I'd think he was just as repulsed at the sight of two men in bed together as Scott seems to be.
"How is finding two men in bed together better? I could puke at the sight of them. It's a fucking abomination."
"In my experience," Scott says as he looks around the room. "Men with something to hide always buy the best and most expensive shit to make it look like they're actually doing what they tell their wives they're doing when they leave for the weekend to fuck another guy in the ass."
I chance a look around the room, risking shit turning sideways in a second to notice the expensive gun cases leaning up against the far wall. They look brand new, as if they've never been unzipped while out on a trail.
Heartache and sorrow for these two swirl through me, making my stomach turn at the idea that society still isn't ready to accept them for who they are, and at the fact that they have to lie just to behave in a way that feels right to them.
"I bet your bitches at home don't have a clue, do they?" Scott snaps, inching so close to the man on the outside of the bed that the tip of his rifle jabs the man in his cheek.
Tears stream down his cheeks as he pulls in a ragged breath.
"Where's your phone?" Scott growls, jabbing the man with the muzzle of his weapon once again. "Maybe we should give them a call?"
Surprisingly, the man looks more terrified of that than he does of getting shot, and I can't help but think that's the saddest thing I've ever seen.
The second man, the one closest to the wall, narrows his eyes, and I know there's a real possibility that this robbery can quickly turn into a double homicide if he challenges Scott.
"You got this?" Scott asks Zayne.
When my partner nods, never taking his eyes off the men, Scott turns his attention back to the room, looking around as if seeking something specific.
Zayne keeps his eyes on the men, and I keep my eyes on Scott, knowing he's the real threat in the room. I spot the broom the exact second he does, and my blood runs cold.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, drawing Zayne's attention to Scott as he crosses the room, his long, skinny fingers wrapping around the broom handle.