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choosing the number. The raid should have been complete
by now.
    “Where the fuck are you?” Ripper
wasn’t wasting time for pleasantries once he picked up. “One of my guys told me
you stole a truck?”
    Grim exhaled. He’d hoped no one had
yet informed Ripper. The Louisiana chapter was a bunch of bums so that would
have corresponded to their usual modus operandi . “Sorry about that, but
I couldn’t reach you before, and there is an emergency I need to take care of.
But I saw you guys had everything under control. The raid was completed, and we
established that you’d contact the police anyway,” he lied in an apologetic
tone.
    “Fine, fine. It just pissed me
off that you kept me in the dark. Are you leaving the state?”
    Grim nodded, relieved. If this
were the president of his original chapter, or Detroit’s Priest, he’d be in
real trouble for leaving like this. With Ripper? Not so much. “Yes. There’s a
private matter I need to deal with,” he said and sent Andrey a fond glance.
He’d attend to this matter all night.
    “Did you find anything we should
know of? Killed anyone important?”
    “No. Just thugs. No faces I
knew.”
    “Thanks for the good job tonight.
We’ll stay in touch,” Ripper said and disconnected without waiting for an
answer.
    With the cab eerily quiet, Grim
stole another glance at Andrey’s stumps. They were dirty. Maybe he could wash
them for Andrey? Rub soap over that smooth skin, carry him into a bathtub ...
    It was high time to get himself
sorted out, and as soon as Grim reached a small rest stop between the trees, he
parked the truck. “You must be hungry,” he said and pulled his shirt over his
head. He couldn’t help a smirk when Andrey’s pupils went wider. Grim had a body
most gay guys wanted in their bed at least once in their life, and he knew that
damn well.
    “I could eat.” Andrey frowned
slightly.
    Grim nodded and passed Andrey his
shirt. “I’ll take you to a real American diner. Would you like that?”
    Andrey looked at the shirt for a
moment and then smelled it. “Will there be many people? Maybe we’d be better
off staying in the woods?”
    Grim frowned. “I don’t have any
food on me. Don’t worry, most people around here are harmless.” He opened the
door and slid out into the cool night air. “Use that to clean yourself up. I
need to change.”
    “Ah! Okay!” Andrey slapped his
forehead and quickly rubbed the dirt off his skin, but Grim couldn’t help the
surge of satisfaction that Andrey’s first thought was to smell the fabric that had
earlier clung to Grim’s body.
    “I’ll be right back,” he promised
and ran to the back, swiftly climbing into the bed of the truck. All his
belongings were stored in the various bags attached to the bike. The clothes he
had prepared for after the raid were in one of the saddlebags, so he collected
them along with wet wipes and deodorant and walked out into the moonlight,
dropping them on the asphalt. He needed to look especially dashing for Andrey
if he wanted to charm him. He knew Andrey was already appreciative of being
saved, but Grim didn’t want just gratitude. He pulled out some wipes and
started cleaning the sweat off his body and face.
    When he took his pants off, he
glanced up and smiled to himself when he noticed Andrey watching him in the
side mirror of the truck. Of course, he would. Grim was a catch, and Andrey
didn’t even know yet just how lucky he was.

 
    Chapter 3 - Misha
     
    The colorful neon light of the
diner was a surreal presence, and Misha couldn’t help but feel like he was
watching it on TV. When a whole group of people stumbled outside, laughing and
being too loud, his stomach clenched. Just because he was out of the compound,
just because Gary was dead, didn’t mean he was free. There were many things in
the world much worse than Gary, and Misha wouldn’t be letting his guard down
around Grim only because the man was handsome. A pretty face and sweet words
meant