Embracing His Syn, page 24
“Good point.” Syn closed himself into the bathroom, hearing Furi’s laugh following him.
Syn stood by the front door with his bag at his feet. He had on his dark jeans and black turtleneck, warm but comfortable since he’d be in an undercover Roto Rooter van all day. His firearm of choice today was his Sig Sauer in his shoulder holster and a Colt 25 automatic strapped to his ankle. Today was planned as a surveillance day. If all went as expected, then they’d serve a warrant tomorrow. Furi leaned against the wall by the door as Syn closed in on him. “What time are you leaving?” Syn asked.
“In about an hour.”
Syn didn’t let their bodies touch. He ran the back of his hand down the center of Furi’s chest. His hair was wet from his shower and he smelled like Syn’s soap. “I’m going to call you after I get the protective order. Can you wait until then before you leave?” Syn was definitely nervous.
“What time will that be?” Furi asked, already gearing up to say no.
“About three to four hours,” Syn said with his most charming smile.
Furi's look said, ‘for real?’ “I can’t sit here with my thumb up my ass, Syn. I have a shop to open, remember? I have to meet with Doug first, then let in the men who're installing the security system, and be to a meeting at my bank by nine. I’m not sitting here waiting on a goddamn restraining order. I’ll be riding with Doug all day.
Great, fuckin’ Doug. All talk no action Doug.
Syn couldn’t help but think of the threatening text messages Furi’d gotten, or the way Patrick was following Furi just waiting for Syn to not be around. If Patrick got his hands on Furi there was no telling how far he'd go to take him home with him. Syn also didn’t know how many other women from Illustra Patrick had hired to help him get to Furi. He had hated to let Patrick go in that alley, but with the rich man’s high-priced attorneys, they would need something more concrete to pin on him beside the word of a few jilted women.
“Hey you.” Furi’s warm grip was on the back of his neck pulling him out of his horrific thoughts.
“Hey back,” Syn whispered. He pressed into Furi’s toned chest and buried his face in Furi’s neck, breathing him in. “I don’t like this. He wants you back.”
“I know. I don’t like this either.” Furi rubbed Syn’s back in long slow strokes, the gesture surprisingly comforting.
Syn kissed Furi’s long neck up to his earlobe. “He can’t have you,” Syn whispered softly. “Because you’re mine now.”
“That’s right. So I’m not going anywhere.” Furi kissed Syn’s jaw. “I can’t wait around for hours but I’ll tell you what. I won’t make myself an easy target either. I’ll be with Doug or the new hires; he won’t try anything with an audience. I’ll also keep my phone on so if you want, you can call me.”
That made Syn feel a smidgen better. He didn’t trust anyone to keep Furi safe except him or his men. Oh. Syn dug out his cell. “I’m going to have a couple uniforms on you today.” Syn was dialing when Furi yanked the phone out of his hand and ended the call.
“The hell you are. I don’t need a fuckin’ security detail, Syn.” Furi didn’t push hard but he backed Syn up out of his space. “I’m not the president, geez.”
Syn released a frustrated sigh. He needed to go but he didn’t want to leave. “Fuck,” Syn growled. He was still thinking of solutions when he heard something scrape against his doorknob. Something metal was tampering with the lock. If he were anywhere else in the apartment he wouldn’t have heard it, but he was right next to the door, so he could hear someone trying to get in. He instinctually moved to stand in front of Furi, pulling his Sig from its holster and unlocking the safety. He felt Furi tensing behind him.
He could hear the tool manipulating the lock mechanism. Is this bastard really fuckin’ brave enough to break into my home in broad goddamn daylight? Syn was in awe at the size of this guy’s balls. The closet door was arm's length away. He yanked it open and grabbed the blanket off the top shelf, pulling his loaded twelve-gauge shotgun down just as the door eased open. All Syn could see was the tip of a black boot. Furi griped his shoulder. “Hey. Listen to this!” Syn yelled out. He put the stock of the gun firmly against his shoulder and pulled the pump back in two extremely swift moves. The sound was extremely loud and intimidating in the quiet room, by far the scariest sound an intruder could hear.
“Don’t shoot, Dirty Harry.” The irritating chuckle that followed was unmistakable.
“Son of a bitch,” Syn grumbled. “Day, have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”
His Lieutenants came all the way through the door, Day laughing at the pissed look on Syn's face and Furi leaning on the wall behind him recovering from a panic attack. “Syn. What the hell is going on man? Are you really gonna put a buckshot in someone you think is breakin’ into your little-ass apartment? Because, you do know that that’s excessive force, right?” God asked, looking at him expectantly.
“I was just scaring them off. No one comes in after hearing that sound, trust me.” Syn removed the shell and placed the gun back in the closet, covering it with the blanket. He turned to look at Furi. He looked a little pale but he was okay.
Syn spun back around, “Day. Knock on my damn door like a normal visitor and wait for me to say come in!”
Day pfftd, plopping down on the couch. “You don’t invite the wind. The wind just–”
“Stop saying that stupid wind bullshit. Because if your door is shut and you weather guard that bitch then the wind stays the fuck out until ... You. Open. The. Door.” Syn’s dark eyes bored into Day’s hazel ones.
God’s laugh was raspy, while Day looked bewildered. “But we’re family.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Syn grumbled, he had to get going; he had no time to explain to Day about how to behave in civilized society. He turned serious eyes back on Furi. “I gotta go, but I really think–”
Furi pulled Syn to him before he could finish the sentence, kissed him hard on the mouth before turning, heading to the bedroom. “Just concentrate on your job and don’t take any officers away from their assignments to follow me. There could be someone out there who really needs their help.”
Syn didn’t get to say anything else because Furi had closed the bedroom door. End of discussion.
“What’s up, Sarge?” God asked, his green eyes focused on Syn.
“That rat bastard is still after Furious. He’s been sending threatening texts and calling him. Last night he and his fuckwit brother were parked down the block from the pub, probably waiting to see if Furi was working so they could go at him again. When they saw I was with him, they bailed.”
Syn angrily yanked his duffle bag up off the floor and followed his bosses out the front door. While in the elevator he realized just how tense he was when Day put a hand on his shoulder, making jump.
“Easy buddy. You know we got your back. All of us. You taught this guy a lesson once but he must have a hard head and a soft ass. Those are the type of people who cause a good cop to lose his shield and his pension. Handle it through legal channels. Get a restraining order and have it served fast. After what just happened at your place, I don’t want you encountering this guy again.” Day’s words were friendly but they had an official undertone. His Lieutenant was telling him to stand down.
Syn huffed, not liking Day’s words. He didn’t even have to look at God to know he agreed with his partner. Whether Syn wanted to admit it or not they were right. If he got his hands on Furi’s soon-to-be-ex again, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself.
“What do you mean he wouldn’t sign off on it? The order is being requested by a goddamn Sergeant.” Syn stood by one of the department Suburbans in the dimly lit parking lot. After a long grueling day of surveillance, he was now listening to the Magistrate’s paralegal deliver news he didn't want to hear. “There is plenty of evidence to support the request. Is the guy fucking blind? I showed him the text messages.” Syn needed to calm down, he was talking about a judge – the judge who would not grant Furi a protective order. “Those are threatening words. If I tell you to ‘watch your back’ or ‘I will have you till death do us part’, how the hell would you take that? Are you telling me you’d feel safe?”
God, he was so angry! He wanted to curse the woman out even though she was just the messenger. “Not even a temporary one?” Syn argued. He listened a little more before aggressively pressing the red end button on his cell. “Fuck!” he yelled.
“Sarge. Calm down, man. We’ll just have to put a couple guys on your boy,” Ruxsberg, his electronics specialist, chimed in as he leaned against the driver side of the vehicle waiting to drive him home since God and Day were staying to meet with the Captain. It was almost eight p.m., he was starving and now he had to give Furious this bad news.
“There’s no way he’ll allow that. He doesn’t want any cops on him.” Syn was so wound up he thought his head would explode. He threw his duffle in the back seat and climbed in the front.
“Hey, I got an idea.” Ruxsberg pulled into traffic and headed towards Syn’s place.
“What’s that?” Syn blew a tired breath.
“Call Day later tonight. He has a different Magistrate that he works with a lot. He can just about get her to sign off on any warrant he asks for, so I’d think he could get her to give you a restraining order for as long as you want.”
Syn turned to look at Ruxs with newfound hope. “You think so?”
“I’m positive. Day got a warrant for a suspect that we only had twenty-five minutes of surveillance on.” Ruxs gave him a smug expression.
“Alright I’ll try that.”
“If that doesn’t work, you call us, and we’ll handle this shit ourselves, Sarge.”
“I appreciate it, man.” Syn fist-bumped his Detective. He couldn’t have asked to work with a more dedicated group of men.
“Besides, I like your guy. Don’t want to see nothing happen to him, he makes some damn good videos, man.”
“Fuck off,” Syn barked a laugh, pushing Ruxs’ shoulder. The ribbing and Ruxs’ suggestion had lifted Syn’s spirits. He pulled out his cell and hit the number one speed dial. He needed to see where Furi was now. He’d only texted him a couple times all day but Furi must’ve known he’d be concerned because he’d checked in with Syn periodically throughout the day. Syn's last text had told him to go with Doug and his new manager to his apartment to touch base with his landlady and get some more clothes for the next few days. Not so Syn could protect him, but because he wanted to be with him.
Syn heard the phone ringing and hit the speakerphone.
“Hey you.”
Syn couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Furi’s deep voice doing their familiar greeting. “Hey back.”
“You headed home?” Furi asked him.
Home. It almost sounded like they lived together. “Yeah. I am. Where are you?”
“I’m at the pub.”
“You are?” Syn’s heart jumped.
“I’m with Doug. Calm down, baby. I’m safe,” Furi said seductively. His tone made Syn’s cock twitch in the confinement of his jeans.
“Be there in fifteen.”
“Alright. I’ll be here.”
Syn disconnected the call.
“Man you got it bad,” Ruxs laughed heartily.
Syn couldn’t argue, because he did.
‘Date Redemption’
Furi stepped out of his uncle’s pub fifteen minutes after Syn had called. He had to admit he was anxious to see him. It was unbelievable how much he cared about the overprotective, bossy man already. He’d texted him every couple of hours today, just to say hey. Syn texted right back with his lone responses of 'hey yourself' or 'hey back', and then that was it. Doug stood outside with him while he smoked a cigarette and shot the shit with Jared, the pub's outside bouncer. He’d filled Doug in on what was going on with Patrick and everything Syn had done for him. Doug was Furi’s best friend but he was also another worrywart in Furi’s life.
Furi laughed at Jared who was slap fighting with Doug when he saw a dark Suburban turn the corner and parallel park just a quarter of a block from the pub’s entrance. A tall man in army fatigues and a tight black t-shirt opened the driver side door and got out, slowly looking around as if he sensed something. Syn got out of the passenger side and came around the front, giving Furi a full look at him. Dressed in all black with a leather coat hiding what Furi knew were deadly weapons, Syn looked like every gay boy's wet dream image of a bad boy. His dark hair was tousled, some men having to work hard to achieve that look, but on his man it was effortless. His eyes were almost coal black and when he was just a few feet away, the street lamps illuminated them and Furi could see Syn’s passion for him. Syn closed in, wrapped his arms around Furi’s middle and tugged him tight against his thick chest, kissing him as if he’d just returned from war. Right there on the street in front of his coworker, Doug and Jared, Syn kissed him like he’d really, truly missed him.
Ignoring the wolf whistle behind them, Syn ended the kiss after a moment and dug one hand into Furi’s hair. “Hey,” he rasped.
“Hey yourself,” Furi teased, planting another quick kiss on Syn’s mouth.
“How you doing, Doug?” Syn asked, never taking his eyes off Furi.
“I’m cool,” was all Doug managed to say. “Furi I’m out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Pick me up at eight.”
Doug waved a hand in acknowledgment on his way to his car three blocks down.
“No kiss for your friend?” Syn cocked one eyebrow.
“One, I doubt he’d want to since you just checked my tonsils for me; two, you told me not to anymore, so why are you asking me that?” Furi looked at him expectantly.
Syn ignored the question and posed his own, “Where’s your stuff?”
“Inside, I’ll get it.” Furi raced back in to get his bag from behind the bar.
Furi came back out with his bag over his shoulder. He was glad he was able to get some more of his personal things, like his favorite shampoo, his own shaver, his favorite sex toy, you know, the day-to-day necessities. Syn was still talking with the officer who drove him when Furi approached him and put his lips to the back of Syn’s neck. He didn’t break conversation at all, just kept talking about the meeting scheduled for Monday as Syn brought his arm up to grasp Furi and hold his mouth to his neck. Damn he loved how relaxed Syn was with him. His friend didn’t bat an eye either.
“How’s it going, Furious?” the tall, redheaded officer asked him, extending a hand to him. Furi lifted his forehead from Syn’s strong shoulder to answer him respectfully.
Furi held his hand out to shake the officer's. He’d seen this Detective before. His name was Ruxsben or Ruxsburger, whatever, none of them wore nametags, but he was one of the dicks that brought him in for questioning. The one that needed a lesson in manners. But tonight he seemed friendly, most likely because of who Furi had his arms around. “Pretty good, man. How 'bout yourself?”
“Can’t complain. I’m still vertical.”
Furi and Syn both laughed at the response. No one wanted to be horizontal staring at the ceiling of a church, Furi’s dad used to say.
“I hear you’ve been having some crazy ex problems.” He suddenly looked serious, his light green eyes penetrating. “Sarge is part of the family and we protect our family. If you're with him, then you’re extended family now. I’m Armin Ruxsberg by the way. Call me Ruxs.”
Furi just stared, awestruck as the man spoke.
“If you have a problem Furi, then twenty-three other men have a big ass problem too. That’s our creed.” He reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out a business card, handing it to him. “You ever have an immediate need, you call Syn first, and if for some bizarre reason he doesn’t answer your call, you call me. I always answer that line day, or night.”
Furi was speechless. He now had a family, he believed this man was telling the truth and no matter what fight was lying in wait for him, he wasn’t going to have to face it alone.
Ruxs put his hand out again and this time when Furi clapped his hand in his, the man pulled him in for a one-armed hug. “Damn. Thanks. I really appreciate that. You have no idea.” Furi was careful to keep his emotions under control. He couldn’t help but think back to his time with his dad, this scene was all so familiar. His father had the full protection of the Grideon motorcycle gang behind him. They were there for him day or night, watching out for him and his little boy.
Now Furi had let a man into his life who brought a kick-ass family along with him. Furi truly felt like he was walking in his father’s footsteps. After all this time.
Syn clapped his hand into Ruxs’ and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “Alright man, we're gonna get outta here. See you Monday.”
“Heck yeah, you will. I'm ready to take this fucker down on Monday.” The big man looked like he could take down five fuckers ... all alone.
Syn looked just as dangerous. “That’s what we do.”
“Alright, I’m gone. Bye Furious.”
“Bye,” he said quickly.
Syn took his hand and looked around carefully before he led him across the street. Furi was quiet riding up the elevator. It stopped on the third floor but there was no one there. Syn crowded in close to him, covering him with his bulk and pushed the button to close the doors.
“There’s no one there, hero. Calm down,” Furi whispered against Syn’s neck.
Syn stared at him for a few seconds while the elevator ascended, his dark eyes scanning his every feature as if he’d never seen Furi before. “You are so beautiful.”
Furi leaned in and touched Syn’s lips oh so gently. “Thank you,” he whispered.
They were still standing together when the elevator doors opened.
“Not the place man. So not the place,” said a man’s slurred voice.
Furi looked up at Syn’s angry huff. A guy with long, stringy hair and his crew were barging into the elevator before Syn and Furi could get out. Syn barreled past them, pulling Furi behind him.
