Domenico and Seth have been together for seven years. After trudging through blood, tears, fights, and painful compromises, they’ve finally arrived at a point where every day doesn’t feel like it could be their last.
Settled in their comfortable life, they decide to go on vacation to Singapore. But their romantic break turns into a nightmare when an old adversary appears, tempting Seth and Domenico away from the peace and quiet of their home in Argentina, and toward a new kind of future.
What begins as a wild goose chase could be their ticket back to Italy, but when Seth and Domenico step into the snares that have been set up for them, they can only count on each other to get through a reality so horrific that death might be mercy.
What their enemies don’t know though is that their bond is stronger than ever before, and attempting to tear them apart will bring destruction on anyone who tries.
For Domenico, Seth would walk through hell and back.
For Seth, Domenico would tear down the heavens.
Together, they are not to be f*cked with.
Themes: mafia, cartel, assassin, organized crime, family ties, betrayal, revenge, Singapore, human trafficking, ghost from the past, unbreakable bonds, established couple
Genre: Dark, twisted M/M romance / crime thriller
Length: ~80,000 words (Book 9 in the series)
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.
Seth had been fresh, hot, and juicy when Dom first put his hands on him, but now he was bigger, stronger, more experienced. All man. Dom had no doubt he’d be just as exciting ten and twenty years on, intense and smooth like aged wine.
He finished his dry red to quench the thirst that hit him like a mallet. “So you’ve finally grown accustomed to the finer things in life? Opera, silk, bespoke suits,” he whispered, placing his open hand on Seth’s back and letting it descend toward that precious ass. He wouldn’t let it rest too low. Yes, he was a tourist, and yes, Singapore was reportedly lax in the way it persecuted gay sexual activity, but there was no point in spoiling their vacation with such issues.
And next time, he’d definitely make sure the place he was traveling to for pleasure was LGBT-friendly before buying the plane tickets.
Seth bit his lip with a glint in his eye. “Domenico Acerbi,” he whispered, adding to the list of luxuries he enjoyed.
Domenico smiled, unable to look away from the magnetic pull of Seth’s brown eyes, even though a shadow crept into his chest when he thought back to the cobbled streets of their hometown. “It seems you’ll be the only piece of home I can ever have.”
Seth snorted. “So you better cherish me.”
“Don’t I cherish you enough already?” Dom asked, fighting the urge to bring Seth’s hand to his lips.
“You do, you do. If anything, you spoil me rotten.”
Domenico contemplated this for a second. “I had this dream recently. I didn’t tell you, because you were out, and then I forgot, but it was one of the good ones. We had this gorgeous old house in the countryside, a whole orchard of lemon trees, and we watched the sunset together. But it’s never going to happen, because no other place smells like home.”
Seth nudged Dom’s fingers with his pinky. “We could buy a countryside property anyway. It would be for Angelica’s sake too. Different isn’t always worse. The leads on Tropico have dried up, so no point dwelling on what could have been.”
A scowl passed through Domenico’s features. Santo wouldn’t accept them back into the fold if they didn’t honor their end of the bargain. It was a lost cause.
He placed his empty glass on a tray held by a passing waiter. “Maybe I’ll return when I’m so old I won’t care anymore if someone shoots me in the head.”
Seth took another glass of wine and spoke when the server disappeared. “Don’t say that. Considering who we are, we should be happy we’re alive at all. Mark has a bright future ahead of him, and Angelica will too.”
Domenico bit his lip. He’d spent thousands of dollars on informants, hackers, even took the risk of checking out some of the leads himself, but Tropico remained as elusive as a ghost, and every trace he’d left ended like the edge of a cliff into nothingness.
At some point, Santo had stopped asking about progress on that front, only deepening Domenico’s sense of shame. But Seth was right. There was no point in beating himself up over something he couldn’t control.
“I can’t stop thinking about how I failed to take us home. I can’t show my kids where I grew up, and I can’t see my mother.”
“I know. Even if we could go just once. For a month. For a week. To visit those important to us without looking over our shoulder would be something special. Maybe one day Mark will take Angelica and show her around?”
“I would have gone if I didn’t have you,” Domenico said, briefly rubbing the middle of Seth’s palm with his fingertips. The tenderness made him gravitate closer in a way he wasn’t sure of in this unfamiliar place.
Seth must have misunderstood him, because he averted his gaze. “But you do.”