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Guns n’ Boys – Unshaken

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K.A. Merikan

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“You can never understand what this man has done to me, for me, and with me.”

Seven years.

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, as well as scorching hot, explicit love scenes. Behind the morbid facade, there is a splash of inappropriate dark humor, and a love story that will crawl under your skin.

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Chapter 1 – Domenico

It was like being back in Europe. Underneath a ceiling of stained glass, the limestone walls created the picture of Old-World grandeur. Elegant columns and niches, filled with local plants and marble sculptures representing classical gods, framed the two-storey-high hall. Little balconies on the second floor served as private booths for the one-of-a-kind event, but while they offered more privacy, Dom wasn’t regretful over only managing to obtain the two seats at a round table in the back.

The tickets to the concert had been sold out by the time Seth and Domenico arrived in Singapore, but they managed to get seats thanks to luck and thick wallets. They came unprepared for such an elegant occasion, so the two of them had spent the whole day searching for appropriate evening wear, but after consuming a feast of fillet mignon, along with numerous small dishes and good Italian wine, Dom had no reason to complain. Besides, why would anyone complain about having to shop in exclusive boutiques in order to listen to an array of world class opera stars performing Italian arias?

It had been a while since he and Seth had dared to leave the relative safety of Argentina, where their mafia family had no ties, but he missed the joy of seeing something new, and Singapore, with its skyscrapers, parks, and cutting-edge architecture was the kind of modern hub to enrich his life.

He could have only been happier if they had been doing the same in Palermo.

“To us,” he said, clinking his glass against Seth’s, as they wandered around the art gallery attached to the main venue during a technical break.

Seth’s carefree smile solidified Dom’s confidence that this trip was a much needed break from their hectic lives. For the two weeks ahead of them, Seth wouldn’t engage in any Secret Chef matters, and Domenico had informed his PA that they shouldn’t be contacted unless the sky was collapsing.

Domenico’s new suit hadn’t been made to measure, but it fit him perfectly, and he reveled in the opportunity to parade it in front of perfect strangers. He might have spent too much time at the Armani boutique, but Seth had hardly minded as it offered him the opportunity to try local foods without Domenico bothering him every time he asked the seller about a new fruit or vegetable.

Over two years had passed since they’d left El Encanto, and Domenico had adjusted to having a free-range husband, but it wasn’t without its growing pains. What he understood now was that without giving Seth room to breathe, Dom wouldn’t have Seth at all, so he’d made peace with it. He did make sure they trained every day, though, in case Seth needed to defend himself.

“To us,” Seth answered and took a swig from his glass.

Domenico couldn’t miss an attractive woman’s gaze discreetly following Seth’s impressive figure. For one, because Seth was his and all she could do was stare, but also because he’d been the one to choose Seth’s outfit. Putting together the smooth black pants and a burgundy jacket had been a stroke of genius and transformed Seth from a hottie into a presumed celebrity who graced mere mortals with his presence.

“I’ve been having an intense deja vu all evening,” Domenico said, staring at the abstract sculpture in front of them. “It’s like we’re back home. We never got the chance to live this kind of life there.”

“Back then, you would have had to bribe me with the best blowjob go to an event like this.” Seth’s grin widened, and the tiny wrinkles by his eyes made Dom’s heart skip a beat. 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.”