Happy
December. Wow, this month sure flew by. Here is another blurb from my current
novel.
"Not yet titled"
by Reese Knightley (c) 2017
(Not yet
edited or grammar checked lol)
The man struggled against the zip-ties around his wrists and
ankles. Hands tied behind his back, the thief flopped and roll around on his
belly until Noah shoved the man over with his boot. “I won’t ask again. Who.
Are. You.”
“Ben! My name is Ben Heins and my boyfriend lives here,” The man
spat.
One side of Noah’s mouth tipped. “If you’re this guy’s boyfriend,
why were you searching through his house in the dark with a flash light?”
“Um… I didn’t want to turn on the lights because I wanted to
surprise him.”
“Surprise him with what?” Noah looked around. While waiting for
the guy to wake up, Noah had turned on a few lights in the house. “There’s no
dinner cooking, no sex toys lined up, no movie picked out. Just exactly what
were you trying to surprise him with?”
“Screw you! That’s my picture on the mantel.” Ben snarled rolling
around.
Noah stood and walked over to the mantle. Just as Ben said, there
was a picture of Mac and Ben in military uniforms. Ben looked fresh in a new
military uniform as if just recruited and Mac looked like he was on his way
out. Noah knew a bit of their story. The man on the floor had been a selfish
superficial prick and had deserted Mac when he’d needed the guy the most. Mac
had finally told him the story on one of their trips to the beach. Other
pictures lined the mantel, one of a young girl standing near Mac, she looked a
bit like him. What Noah hadn’t expected was to see his own face in a picture
with Mac. The picture sat in a silver frame and was one that had been taken
during a trip to the lake. When Mac had tried coaxing him to swim,
he’d confessed he didn’t know how. Mac had patiently spent a few hours teaching
him how to float. A family had happened upon them and Mac asked the woman to
take their picture. They were shirtless, in soaked shorts and wet hair
plastered to their heads, smiles wide and big, and Mac had slung an arm around
his shoulders. Noah had thought the man hung the fucking moon. That was a long
time ago.
“See?! I’m telling the truth, now let me go.”
Pulled away from the photo Noah turned and advanced on the
man.
“Rule number one, no lying,” Noah said. “I think you’re a thief.”
Several screams later, some garbled pleading words and Noah wiped
the bloody end of his knife clean on his pants.
“Who… who the f f fuck are you,” the man panted whimpering.
Beneath the cover of the black hood Noah met the man’s eyes. “I’m
your worse fucking nightmare if you don’t start talking. Now, tell me who the
leak is at the US Marshall’s office.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ben swallowed.
“That’s funny…because you have his picture on your phone and I want a name.” Perhaps
the guy didn’t know the man on his phone was a traitor so Noah gave him the
benefit of the doubt. “Were you in on it?”
Ben shook his head frantically. “Fuck you!”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I’m not telling you shit and Conrad will kill you if you cut me
anymore!”
“Well then, let’s give Conrad a reason.” Noah smirked and lifted
the knife, having used it just enough to terrify the fucker and the man
screamed.
