The Blackwell Claim
The tension bled out of the big man’s shoulders.
Timothy pulled back, his lips wet and swollen. He leaned in, whispering against Gideon’s ear, "Kill the Nelblack snake the second I walk out that door."
Gideon’s eyes were blown out, the gold swallowed by black. He nipped Timothy's earlobe, a sharp, possessive sting. "As you want, boss."
Timothy stepped out of the hold, a cold, sharp smile playing on his lips. He started for the door, his boots clicking a steady rhythm on the hardwood.