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talkin’ about here, and he ain’t nobody’s fool. Hell, he’s gotta be
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protectin’ Blondie, and it could be if you keep this up you’d be
walkin’ into a giant-sized trap.”
“The trap ain’t been built that can hold me.”
“I ain’t so sure. You’d better be careful,” Mario said, and turned
to run.
“Hey! Where you goin’?”
“Sorry, Panther, but this is your fight. You might have a score to
settle, but I ain’t no part of it.”
“I could kill you for that,” Panther said through gritting teeth.
“Oh, yeah? From where I stand you don’t look near big enough.
You let Blondie slip through your fingers, and the Sheik made a fool
out of you. It looks to me like your day is over, Panther, and I’m
warnin’ you now. If you go into this, you ain’t comin’ out.”
“Through, am I? Well, we’ll see about that.”
* * * *
While Mario ran along the cracked sidewalk, his guilty gaze
shifted from one hole to another to make sure no one was watching
him. He couldn’t afford to be seen. If Panther had any idea that it was
him that was leaking information to the police, his life wouldn’t be
worth shit. Times were hard, and the fuzz had promised him amnesty
if he cooperated, plus a buck or two. Hell, what could he do? He had
to make a buck somehow.
* * * *
The next day, Johnny took Blondie with him when he was doing a
practice run. At this point they were standing on the observation deck
looking down into the Wall of Death when someone came up to
Johnny, handed him a note, and then turned to leave. When Johnny
looked at it, he called out to the messenger. “Hey, Turk, who
delivered this?”
Sheik of the Streets
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“Some cop. That’s all I know.”
“Okay, thanks.” He turned to Blondie. “Panther’s on our trail. He
found out that we moved out of the apartment and has sworn to find
us.”
“Why the hell does he care?” Blondie said. “You’re off the street.
We’re out of his hair. What more does he want?”
“Knowing Panther, I’d say he won’t rest until he knows we’re
dead.”
“I guess you’re right,” Blondie answered. “I’ll go home and start
packing. What’ll you tell Peppe? He’s not gonna like the idea of you
leavin’ before you even start.”
“Look, Blondie, it’s not in my nature to run. The only reason I did
this time was to keep you safe. I’m letting you call the shots on this,
but I’ll tell you right now, I think we ought to face him down and get
rid of him once and for all.”
“But how?”
“Basically, men like Panther are cowards. They use their gang
members to do their dirty work for them and are the first ones to point
a finger if it gets too hot. That’s why Panther ratted on you when the
cops got too close. There’s no way I’m letting that bastard get his
claws into you.”
“I’m with you, Sheik—”
“Why did you call me Sheik?”
“Did I?”
“You sure as hell did. Ever since we moved out of the old
neighborhood you’ve been calling me Johnny.”
Blondie had a puzzled look on his face. “I don’t know.”
“Well, I’m no therapist,” Johnny said, “but just guessing, I’d say
that it has something to do with dredging up old memories of a dark
street, a gang, and—”
“—and one hot, hunky cop,” Blondie finished for him.
“Have you always felt that way?”
“Since the day I first saw you.”
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“God, I wish we were at home.”
Blondie looked around. “You mean there’s not any place around
here we could go?”
“There’s a pile of sawdust over there in that corner.”
“What are we waiting for? Today I want Johnny Blaze.”
“Johnny Blaze at your service.”
* * * *
The sawdust felt somehow raw and sexy as Blondie lay in the heat
of Johnny’s arms. A hot surge of need and anticipation rushed
through him. As Johnny’s head dipped toward him and his tongue
brushed his lips, his touch was skilled, he tasted of wind and spice,
and his tongue was talented beyond words. Johnny’s touch made his
groin roil with want, and as he nibbled and sucked at his bottom lip,
Johnny’s hand brushed fire across his skin, making thrills dart through
his body that had begun to tremble. With a moan of surrender,
Blondie returned the gentle pressure of his lips, making a sound in the
back of his throat like a male cat’s growling purr. It was a sound of
hunger and want.
It had become habit, a habit that told Johnny that he was ready.
His tongue flicked against the seam of Blondie’s lips, and then
darted, eager for more of this blissfully, sensual, erotic experience.
And then suddenly they were tight in each other’s arms, Johnny’s
hands plunging through Blondie’s hair, holding his head at an angle
while Blondie’s arms circled his powerful torso and explored the
muscular lines of his back. The fronts of their bodies were plastered
together, but their clothes were a barrier between them.
They undressed only as much as they dared since they were
almost out in the open. Since a dry fuck would have to do, they
opened up their flies, pushed their pants down until their cocks met,
and began love each other. Hot blood flowed through Blondie’s veins,
and pleasure electrified his body. Johnny’s movements and the husky
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groan that came from his parted lips excited Blondie. As their cocks
rubbed, Johnny’s movements became faster, his cock pressing,
rubbing, and stroking Blondie’s over and over and over again.
Pushing, rubbing, hard and fast.
Their cocks seemed to tangle and twist, loving like they were
starving for each other. And then, when they began getting hard, the
sensitive heads of their cocks kissed each other, rubbing, until
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