Welcome to Inkbunny...
Allowed ratings
To view member-only content, create an account. ( Hide )
Finding the Line Draft 1 CH 10
« older newer »
Kindar
Kindar's Gallery (651)

Finding the Line Draft 1 CH 11

06-Once Broken
finding_the_line_draft_1_ch_11.txt
Keywords gay 120696, sex 101978, m/m 41529, magic 19534, series 3905, drama 3756, action 3590, mystery 1273, relationship 982, urban fantasy 51, explicit sex 21, inheriting the line 19, denton 17, finding the line 14
The rest of the day was spent cleaning up the apartment, and entertaining the friends that visited unannounced. Only one of them balked when he realized there were already three other guys there. It was six of them in the king size bed, by the time they were sleeping. He kicked them out before noon, and put a sign on the door saying he wasn’t available.

He did the rest of the cleaning he hadn’t had the time to finish the previous day. By two he was almost done, but couldn’t stand being indoors anymore. He dressed for his family’s dinner, then got in the car. He’d drive around for a while, get the sex off his mind. It was never a good thing to show up at this folks place with that on the brain.

He drove for an hour, and decided to stop for a coffee, and maybe a muffin. He hadn’t eaten lunch, and breakfast had been liquid, and not too much of it. The sign for the next plaza showed there was a Starbucks, so he went in.

The coffee house wasn’t crowded, but there was a small line, with only one barista behind the counter.

“A venti double Mocha espresso caramelo,” the person at the head of the queue said, and Denton looked up. large shoulders, and golden head fur.

“Stefan?”

The collie looked around, then behind, locking eyes with Denton, his eyes went wide. “Denton? what are you doing here?” Stefan got out of the lineup to wait for his coffee further down the counter.

“I was just driving around and got a craving for coffee. do you live around here?”

Stefan shook his head. “I’m on my way to hang out with a few friends. I stopped here first to get caffeinated. Man, this is one hell of a coincidence.” He got his coffee and joined Denton. “You know, you should come. You’ll like these guys.”

“I don’t know, I need to be at my folks place in a few hour, for dinner.”

“You don’t have to spend the night, just drop by, introduce yourself, say hi.”

The woman before him, a pure white rabbit, got a straight up coffee, so it was quickly Denton’s turn. He had a large coffee with a French vanilla flavoring.

Denton lowered his voice. “Look, I can’t go and have sex. this drive’s actually to get my mind off it. My mon’s always able to pick up on the fact that I can’t wait to leave, which is what’s going to happen if I don’t get it off my mind.”

“How’s that working out for you?”

Denton sighed and pulled out his phone and showed the texts to Stefan. Half a dozen in the last half hour, all guys asking to hook up.

The collie chuckled. “Look, it’s not like that. you’re not going to end up having sex, well, not unless you want to. It’s just a few friends getting together to talk and catch up. It’s about ten minutes from here. Just come, I’ll introduce you and when you have to leave you leave.”

He picked up his coffee. “alright, I will. but I swear, if this is just a trick to get me in an orgy, I’m going to slam the cuffs on you so fast you won’t realize what’s happening.”

“You carry cuffs? kinky?”

Dento snorted. “It’s for work, and I don’t actually have them with me. I’m off duty.”

“You’re a cop?”

Denton nodded.

“I thought you guys never went off duty.”

“Those guys end up taking their early retirement at a cemetery. If I get called I’ll go, but I don’t carry my tools when I’m not working. Clear separation of work and play.”

“That’s pretty healthy.”

“Thank, but make no mistake. This is a trick, and you’re ending up in the slammer, cuffs or no cuffs.”

Stefan smiled at him. “You know, you are making this so very hard to resist.”

“Yeah, yeah. You just lead on.” Denton got in his car and followed the collie to a wealthier neighborhood. Not a gated community, but certainly more expensive houses, with some land.

The house they parked at was large. It could easily house four families. there were already half a dozen cars in the driveway, parked on one side so other cars could drive by them. Stefan parked behind the last one, and Denton behind him.

“You’re friend, he’s rich, isn’t he?”

Stefan shrugged. “I know his family’s comfortable, but we don’t hang out because of the size of our wallets.”

“Size of the cocks then?”

the collie laughed. “Not even. We just have a lot of similar interest.” He opened the door, and dance music escaped the house. It wasn’t loud, enough to be felt, but not prevent conversations.

Stefan lead him to the first opening in the entryway, a large living room, where at least thirty guys were dancing. Denton looked at him. “A *few* friends?”

“I don’t know most of these guys. they’re just here for the party, and the sex. I’m hanging out with them.” he pointed to a group of five guys at the back, leaning against the wall, and laughing at something.

The man in the middle of them was a cougar. It was the cougar who’d taken the files. In this environment, Denton saw he was young, no more than twenty two.

Denton ran at him. Grabbed by the collar and shoved him against the wall. He didn’t care if he was assaulting a federal agent, he was going to get answers.

“Who are you? Why did you take the case from us?”

The cougar only now seemed to notice him, but Denton was grabbed by the arms and pulled away.

“Let go of me,” he growled. “I’m a cop. This is a law enforcement business.”

The guy holding his left arm guffawed. He was a canine, Denton recognized him as the one who had been with the cougar at the precinct. Even this close, he couldn’t tell what species he was.

“Martin, this guy thinks you’re FBI?”

He wasn’t? Oh hell, this changed things. Denton moved a leg behind the canine’s and pushed him back, sending him to the floor. He ripped his arm out of the other guy’s grip, an armadillo, and the next moment he had the cougar, Martin, face first in the wall.

“You’re under arrest for impersonation of a federal agent.” he held both wrist behind the cougar’s back and reach for his back pocket, before remembering he didn’t have his handcuffs.

“Colby,” Martin strained, “Don’t hurt him, but please get this man off my back.”

The armadillo, grabbed both of Denton’s arms and pulled him away. He tried to resist, but Colby was surprisingly strong.

Martin turned and straightened his sport’s jacket. He looked around, and many of the dancers had stopped to stare at them. “Not here. Come on guys.”

Denton had no choice but to follow. They went to a large study. Once the door was closed, he could barely hear the music.

Martin rested against the desk and sighed. “Stefan, what were you thinking, bringing him here?”

“What?” the collie replied. “You asked me to keep an eye on him. I thought you might want to meet him. You never mentioned he knew you.”

“I guess I didn’t.” He rubbed his forehead. “That’s on me. Well, this was bound to happen.”

“Who the fuck are you guys?” Denton asked, trying, and failing to wriggle out of Colby’s grip.

“My name is Martin. This is Colby, you know Stefan. that is Bruce,” he pointed to the canine, “and behind you is Frank and Fred.” Those would be the two lions.

“Yeah, well you better let go of me and give me back the files, before I add obstruction of an investigation to your crime.”

“Detective Brislow,” Martin said, calmly. “I’d like to have a conversation with you. I’d like to be able to tell Colby to release you, but I want your assurance you won’t try anything. There’s six of us, and only one of you.”

Who the hell where these guys. They had a disregard for the police and a sense of organization Denton had only seen in the mob. Where these guy young mobsters? gay mobsters? was there such a thing?”

He glared at Stefan, who couldn’t look at him.

“Don’t blame Stefan, he didn’t know this was going to happen. To be honest, I hadn’t realized you’d recognize me from that picture. Now detective, do I have your assurance.”

“Fine, you have it.” Denton snapped.

Martin nodded and the armadillo let go.

Denton turned, looking at all of them in turn. They were all at ease. They were confident they were in charge of the situation. He wouldn’t do anything right now, but the moment they tried to hurt him all bets were off.

“Why do you want those files, detective?”

“They’re police property. Since you’re not FBI, they’re part of an investigation I’m conducting.”

“Why are you so adamant about digging into the Lewiston family?”

“I’m not investigating them. I’m trying to find who murdered them.”

Martin studied him, then sighed. “I wish dad was here. He’d be able to figure this out way faster than I can.”

“Look. you guys obviously knew the Lewiston. If you’re not involved in their murder, tell me why you stole the files.”

“I can’t do that. For your own protection. You have no idea what you’ve stumbled on.”

“Stumbled on? It’s a fucking triple murder! you think I give a damn about what ever the fuck they’ve done in that cum stained room in the basement? they’re dead. I want their murderer.”

Martin sighed again. “Well, I tried the normal way.” He stepped toward Denton, who took a step back. he would have backed up more, but Colby put a hand to his back and stopped him. Martin was pressed against him, they were the same height. “Denton,” he whispered, “I really need you to drop this.” He moved closer, his lips to his ear. “It’s important to me.”

Denton’s shivered as he felt the breath against his ear. His body responded almost immediately, and it took an extreme effort of will to resist pushing the man back against the desk and fucking his brans out.

Denton felt the hand against his chest, and he stopped breathing for a moment. “I’ll make it worth your while for you to do that for me. I know what you like. I can give that to you.” the hand moved down, from the chest, to his stomach. It kept going lower.

With a scream of anguish Denton shoved the cougar back. “Get your hands off me,” he growled, panting heavily.

Martin stared at him in disbelief. “It’s impossible.”

Everyone else was at attention.

“What just happened?” Stefan asked.

“He resisted Martin.” one of the lions said.

“That’s not possible,” the canine said. “Even we can’t resist him if he puts his mind to it.”

“Will the lot of you shut the fuck up!” Denton was still panting. He felt like He’d had to run the whole day without ever stopping. “What the fuck did you do to me?” He needed to fuck someone, badly.

Martin composed himself as best as he could. He looked to be as rattled by what had happened as Denton felt. “Frank, as there ever been a Brislow Family line?”

“He’s one of us?” Stefan asked. “You can’t be serious.”

“He’s got to be. Only one of the family can even try to resist me. You know how this works.”

“No, Martin,” Frank replied. “No family’s ever bore that name.”

“Which family are you related to?” Martin asked.

“Look, I don’t know what your game is, but I’m not here to answer your fucking questions.”

“Oh, you’re going to answer him alright.” The other lion moved closer a fist wrapped in his other hand.

“Stop,” Martin ordered. “Whatever’s going on here isn’t going to be resolved with violence.” He closed his eyes, “Okay. lets try this another way. Frank, cheetah families, how many are there?”

“There’s ever only been one, but they’re--”

Martin stopped him with a gesture.

“What’s your last name, detective?” Martin bore his gaze in him, and Denton found he couldn’t move.

“It’s Brislow. you know that already.”

“No, you’re real last name.”

Denton’s eyes went wide. How could he know about that.

“This is important detective. What is your last name.”

Denton swallowed. He was confused as fuck now. but he’d only find out what was going on by playing this game, wouldn’t he? “I was born Denton Rasia.”

The others gasped.

“That’s impossible,” Colby said.

“He’s got to be lying,” said Fred.

Everyone was expressing their disbelief.

“Shut up!” Martin yelled. He was holding his cell in his shaking hands, dialing a number.

“Come on, pick up. Dad! yes, I know. I’m sorry, I know it’s late there, but this is important.” whatever the other person said made Martin wince. “I’m sorry I’m interrupting that, dad. But you need to know this. The Rasia family line is still alive.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
page
1
page
2
page
3
page
4
page
5
page
6
page
7
page
8
page
9
page
10
page
11
page
12
page
13
page
14
page
15
page
16
page
17
page
18
page
19
page
20
page
21
page
22
page
23
page
24
page
25
page
26
page
27
page
28
page
29
page
30
page
31
page
32
page
33
page
34
page
35
page
36
page
37
page
38
page
39
page
40
page
41
page
42
page
43
page
44
page
45
page
46
page
47
page
48
page
49
page
50
page
51
page
52
page
53
page
54
page
55
page
56
page
57
page
58
page
59
page
60
page
61
page
62
page
63
page
64
page
65
page
66
page
67
page
68
page
69
page
70
page
71
page
72
page
73
page
74
page
75
page
76
page
77
page
78
page
79
page
80
page
81
page
82
page
83
page
84
page
85
page
86
page
87
page
88
page
89
page
90
page
91
page
92
page
93
page
94
page
95
page
96
page
97
page
98
page
99
page
100
page
101
page
102
page
103
page
104
page
105
page
106
page
107
page
108
page
109
page
110
page
111
page
112
page
113
page
114
page
115
page
116
page
117
page
118
page
119
page
120
page
121
page
122
page
123
page
124
page
125
page
126
page
127
page
128
page
129
page
130
page
131
page
132
page
133
page
134
page
135
page
136
page
137
page
138
page
139
page
140
page
141
page
142
page
143
page
144
page
145
page
146
page
147
page
148
page
149
page
150
page
151
page
152
page
153
page
154
page
155
page
156
page
157
page
158
page
159
page
160
page
161
page
162
page
163
page
164
page
165
page
166
page
167
page
168
page
169
page
170
page
171
page
172
page
173
page
174
page
175
page
176
page
177
page
178
page
179
page
180
page
181
page
182
page
183
page
184
page
185
page
186
page
187
page
188
page
189
page
190
page
191
page
192
page
193
page
194
page
195
page
196
page
197
page
198
page
199
page
200
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
next
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
previous
page
 
 
page
1
page
2
page
3
page
4
page
5
page
6
page
7
page
8
page
9
page
10
page
11
page
12
page
13
page
14
page
15
page
16
page
17
page
18
page
19
page
20
page
21
page
22
page
23
page
24
page
25
page
26
page
27
page
28
page
29
page
30
page
31
page
32
page
33
page
34
page
35
page
36
page
37
page
38
page
39
page
40
page
41
page
42
page
43
page
44
page
45
page
46
page
47
page
48
page
49
page
50
page
51
page
52
page
53
page
54
page
55
page
56
page
57
page
58
page
59
page
60
page
61
page
62
page
63
page
64
page
65
page
66
page
67
page
68
page
69
page
70
page
71
page
72
page
73
page
74
page
75
page
76
page
77
page
78
page
79
page
80
page
81
page
82
page
83
page
84
page
85
page
86
page
87
page
88
page
89
page
90
page
91
page
92
page
93
page
94
page
95
page
96
page
97
page
98
page
99
page
100
page
101
page
102
page
103
page
104
page
105
page
106
page
107
page
108
page
109
page
110
page
111
page
112
page
113
page
114
page
115
page
116
page
117
page
118
page
119
page
120
page
121
page
122
page
123
page
124
page
125
page
126
page
127
page
128
page
129
page
130
page
131
page
132
page
133
page
134
page
135
page
136
page
137
page
138
page
139
page
140
page
141
page
142
page
143
page
144
page
145
page
146
page
147
page
148
page
149
page
150
page
151
page
152
page
153
page
154
page
155
page
156
page
157
page
158
page
159
page
160
page
161
page
162
page
163
page
164
page
165
page
166
page
167
page
168
page
169
page
170
page
171
page
172
page
173
page
174
page
175
page
176
page
177
page
178
page
179
page
180
page
181
page
182
page
183
page
184
page
185
page
186
page
187
page
188
page
189
page
190
page
191
page
192
page
193
page
194
page
195
page
196
page
197
page
198
page
199
page
200
by Kindar
draft 1 of Book 1 in the inheriting the Line Series.

Denton is simply a police detective looking to catch the bad guys and bed the willing guys. unfortunately for him, the investigation into the quadruple murder of a prominent Denver family leads him to the discovery of a secret society in the midst of a crisis that might be linked to his own existence.

A chance encounter leads to two revelations; one of which could change everything for Denton

if you want to read ahead of everyone else, the complete story is available on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/kindar

or, you can buy the published book on many E-book reseller https://books2read.com/u/bw8KNP

Posted using PostyBirb

Keywords
gay 120,696, sex 101,978, m/m 41,529, magic 19,534, series 3,905, drama 3,756, action 3,590, mystery 1,273, relationship 982, urban fantasy 51, explicit sex 21, inheriting the line 19, denton 17, finding the line 14
Details
Type: Writing - Document
Published: 1 week, 4 days ago
Rating: Mature

MD5 Hash for Page 1... Show Find Identical Posts [?]
Stats
10 views
0 favorites
0 comments

BBCode Tags Show [?]
 
New Comment:
Move reply box to top
Log in or create an account to comment.