A year into the relationship with Domenico, Seth still wants him as desperately as ever. Nothing is better than being intoxicated with lust for his deadly man and feeling his steady hands all over.
No matter the misunderstandings, the fights… The crash. The burn.
Crossing the Mexican border has been a goal for Seth and Domenico for a few months, but the trip couldn’t have ended in more of a disaster. While Domenico is stuck at home, for Seth each passing day becomes more difficult. Desperate to keep his family afloat, he accepts a job offer from Los Sepultureros. The Gravediggers.
When Domenico’s need for control starts eroding their trust, Seth is sure their love can conquer all. But when Domenico rips open the wound left after the violence at the beginning of their relationship, it gushes blood all over their cozy lies and this time, there may be no way to seal it.
Themes: mafia, cartel, assassin, organized crime, trust issues, religion, love
Genre: Dark, twisted romance / crime thriller
Erotic content: Explicit scenes
Length: ~110,000 words
WARNING: Adult content. If you are easily offended, this book is not for you.
‘Guns n’ Boys’ is a gritty story of extreme violence, offensive language, abuse, and morally ambiguous protagonists. Behind the morbid facade, there is a splash of inappropriate dark humor, and a love story that will crawl under your skin.
“I’m not wearing a baseball cap.”
Domenico pushed at Seth’s arm and moved his head away from the disgrace of a hat, knocking it out of Seth’s hand.
Seth took a deep breath as if he was the reasonable one in this relationship. “There’s cameras everywhere in malls as big as this one.”
“What about me? Should I wear a hat?” Mark asked, excitedly shifting in the back of the car. It must have had something to do with the fact that he’d been promised he could buy whatever he wanted, within reason. He barely had any decent clothes, and Dom didn’t want his protégé walking around in cheap clothes and shoes that would fall apart within a few months.
Domenico leaned back in the seat and glanced at Mark’s rosy cheeks, still smooth like a girl’s. Domenico would make a real man out of him soon. Taking the boy in has been a spur-of-the-moment decision, but he already knew Seth had been right when he talked him into it. Even before Mark had been kidnapped, Domenico had felt uneasy about letting go of him. It would have been like selling someone a dog after already teaching it some tricks.
“None of us are wearing baseball caps. They’re a disgrace to hats.”
Seth groaned and stepped out of the car, letting in the smell of gas and motor oil, which clung to every single surface in the vast multi-storey parking lot. “Fine. Let’s just hope our faces aren’t plastered all over the darknet, and we can do this stupid shopping in peace.”
“Shopping!” Mark yelped in excitement and burst out of the vehicle, eager as if he was a puppy going on its first walk in days. He brushed some imaginary dust off his stinky T-shirt. “I for one, don’t want to look like a hobo when we go to a restaurant. We will go to a restaurant, right?” he asked, glancing at Dom like the said puppy begging for scraps.
Seth rolled his eyes. “We’re all hobos. We have no home.”