“We done here, then?”
The stranger nodded at Nick. He barely warranted a second glance. Nick was on fire, his skin felt like it had been sandpapered raw. But he counted for nothing.
This guy had walked in on a naked man strung up from the ceiling. Running with sweat. His front blotched with evil crimson. Dozens of stripes pockmarking his sides. He walked in on Nick .. like he’d seen it all before. Probably had.
Her partner. Another outstanding specimen of a human being. The young man was stunningly good looking. The way he carried himself he was outstandingly confident too – though he didn’t come across as arrogant. More that it was second-nature to be superior.
Done here? The softening-up over? Was this when the action started? When the knuckle rings went for Nick’s burning abs?