Die For You (Book Club Boys #3) Read Online Max Walker

Categories Genre: M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Book Club Boys Series by Max Walker
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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“Damn it, who’s going to water my plants?”

“I can come back every now and then and give them some water,” Gabriel said. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking like a mix between the Terminator and a teddy bear.

“So you’re a bodyguard, a detective, and also a plant nanny?” I shook my head, a smile creeping on my face. “What else can you do?”

“I can cook a mean filet mignon.”

“Great, a chef.”

“And I can give some really great massages.”

“Okay, bud, now you’re just showing off. And also, I’ve been told I’m actually a great massager, so…” I chuckled as I lifted my suitcase so that it was on its wheels. “Honestly, I could use both of those things after the way tonight’s gone.”

“Well, the faster we get out of here, the faster you might get them.”

I arched a brow, another chuckle rising from my chest. The fear still sat there, coiling beneath my ribs like a patient viper waiting to strike, but Gabriel’s light teasing and bright blue gaze helped keep it at bay. “Are you bribing me to move faster?”

“Maybe.”

“You said filet mignon and a massage, right?”

Gabriel nodded his head, lips tipping up into a smile that revealed a dimple. I grabbed the suitcase and broke out into a run, exaggerating my movements so that I was sure I looked like a cartoon character: flailing arms and legs as the suitcase rolled precariously alongside me.

I could hear Gabriel laughing all the way to the car. It was a sound I quickly found myself not only getting accustomed to but addicted to. I wanted to hear more of it. Even through the chaos and horror that tonight brought, I was able to find a light shining from the man by my side.

This is going to be interesting.

6

GABRIEL FERNANDEZ

Tonight had been a worst-case scenario. My job was to keep people safe, and yet everyone’s life was at risk. Thankfully, it was just some twisted mind games the Midnight Chemist decided to play, but next time, it might not just be old surveillance footage, and I had to be ready.

But first, I had to get Tristan out of his house and do it in a way that assured we weren’t being followed. I made sure to take a winding route through the Atlanta suburbs on my way to the first Airbnb I had rented. It was a two-story home in a quiet and tree-lined community, everyone tucked away in their beds reading a book or watching TV. I parked the car and told Tristan to grab his bag.

“When we go in, just keep walking straight ahead. We’re going to go through the yard and out onto the other side of the street. A car’s waiting there to take us to where we’re really staying.”

Tristan cocked his head. I could tell there was fear and anxiety roiling up inside him, clear in his downturned lips and furrowed brow. “How did you plan all this out so quick?”

“I’m not part of Stonewall Investigations Elite for nothing.” I gave him a wink, and he returned it with a smile.

“Thank you, Gabriel. Seriously.”

“Call me Gabe. And no thanks needed.”

His smile grew, the wrinkles between his thick brows slowly disappearing. He had two tiny diamond stud earrings that glittered under the car lights. “Okay, Gabe, I take the thank-you back, then.”

“Well, you don’t have to do all that.”

He laughed, a sound that filled the car and made my chest vibrate. I had to admit, Tristan was the kind of guy I’d hang out with even if I wasn’t getting paid to do it. He had charm galore, humor that kept me in stitches, an interesting outlook on life, and looks that put a GQ cover model to shame.

Most of all, though, he was talented. I hadn’t told him yet, but I read his books and was floored by how quickly they sucked me in and didn’t let me go. I’d never been a big reader, besides a comic book–binging phase I went through in college. Books never called to me. I was always bothered by sitting down in one spot for too long. Audiobooks had helped with that, but still, I hadn’t found a story that really pulled me in.

Not until I read Tristan’s work. From the first page, I was hooked. He had a way with words that wrapped me up. And his perspective as a gay Black man shone through the pages; even though the work was fiction, I could tell his life experiences had helped bring an authenticity to his characters that I hadn’t found anywhere else.

“Ready?” he asked, a hand on the door handle, another holding the small suitcase between his legs.

“Let me go in first,” I said.

He nodded, his smile flickering like a dying flame. It was the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen. I wanted to stoke that smile so that it burned from cheek to cheek, lighting the entire world on fire with its brilliance.



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