The Man Who Hated Ned O’Leary (Dig Two Graves #2) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dig Two Graves Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 132512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
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Fuck.

“Craig!” Ned yelled and jumped up only to fall into the melting snow when the collar yanked him down again. “Thaddeus Craig. No. I’m not going to him! You can’t make me!”

Lars grabbed a fistful of snow and threw it at Ned. “You can’t even hold your own cock steady!”

“I can still call the wolves!” Ned yelled with a manic glint in his eyes, then howled.

Then hooted.

Then howled again.

For a moment, he tweeted like a nightingale, then howled once more.

Lars jumped to his feet. “Shut him up!”

Cole’s heart was made of ice, but it was slowly cracking. Sharp twitches burned through his chest as he grabbed a handkerchief from his bag, squeezed the sides of Ned’s face, and stuffed the crumpled fabric into his mouth. Ned stilled, like a wild animal surprised by a hunter, and for a moment their eyes met, offering Cole a glimpse of the man he used to be before madness had taken hold.

He wanted to dismiss all this as yet another trick, but even his distrustful nature couldn’t poke any holes in Ned’s behavior. Was this really the same man Cole used to know? Did it matter?

“Good job,” Lars said and secured the gag with a tie around Ned’s head for good measure. “We can’t have him doing this… You know, I’m not superstitious, but what if he has some tamed wolves or something. Can’t be too careful.”

Cole shook his head. “He hasn’t tamed any wolves. Look at him,” he said with more anger than necessary, and pointed at Ned, who stared straight at him, mumbling into the gag.

Needles stabbed at Cole’s stomach, and he averted his gaze, increasingly frantic. The way Ned watched him felt tender, almost intimate.

No one had looked at him like that since they’d parted. And he didn’t want it. He didn’t want poisonous caresses nor wordless promises that never got kept. Not from Ned O’Leary. Not from anyone.

He’d never again let anyone make a fool of him.

Lars put his arm over Cole’s shoulders. “His looks won’t matter on the gallows. But good thing I saved your pretty head, eh?” He grinned, convinced the real meaning behind his words would stay their secret, but being like them himself, Ned would understand.

Cole’s heart stopped when the green gaze went from him to Lars and back again. Ned frowned and huffed through his nose, shaking his head like an angry stallion.

Why?

Why was he staring at Cole that way?

Biting the inside of his cheek, Cole grabbed the empty sack, which had contained this afternoon’s provisions and put it on Ned’s head. He tied it around his neck for good measure. His heart beat so fast he was close to falling over by the time he stepped back and pushed his hands into his pockets.

He still knew none of the things he needed to extract out of Ned, but the truth about his own life had already come out. “He could tell someone,” he mumbled, fighting a thickness in his throat.

Lars groaned, but tried to pat Cole’s ass, taking the opportunity of Ned’s blindness. But when Cole grabbed his hand and twisted it to the point of pain, he settled down to his coffee without another word.

Chapter 4

The night passed, as did the morning, and Ned O’Leary still breathed. Like a parasite that wouldn’t die once it sank its hooks into a man’s flesh, he refused to perish and would suck the life out of Cole until he had to take drastic measures, like cutting off his own arm.

But as much as he wanted to stab his knife into Ned’s throat and be done with seven years of pent-up rage, it would have been like surviving on plain bread and water.

Cole needed to make the maggot face him and tell him everything. Why had he done what he’d done? Had he been working with the law from the start? Why save Cole when he’d sicced the law at the men and women he’d been genuinely friendly with?

Cole swallowed hard as his chest tightened in a reminder of the question he wanted to ask most but wasn’t sure he would.

Was our love in any way real?

He shook his head in anger, because it was something the boy he once was wanted to know even after so many years. But he wasn’t that boy any more, and such vulnerable thoughts shouldn’t have a place in his heart. His attachment to Lars was much simpler. Straightforward, physical, and with no notions of romance. He’d learned to expect nothing out of it, and if one day Lars chose to leave or betray Cole, it would not come as a surprise or cause pain.

It would only be a fact of life.

Around noon, they entered Beaver Springs through the wooden archway decorated with huge antlers, just like Lars had wanted. Their collared prisoner garnered the attention of every passer-by and Cole rode at the rear, simmering in silence every time Lars tugged at the chain attached to Ned, making him stumble for the amusement of townsfolk.



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