Free The Runaway Cat (Book 2 Cloverleah Pack Series) by Lisa Oliver

mark. Once the man was arrested he didn’t want Georgio spouting off about how some guy he was trying to fuck turned into a black pant her to get out restraints.  If Diablo shifted he knew it would have to be the very last resort and if that happened he would probably have to kill Georgio. He didn’t have any doubts that he could do it, but killing didn’t come easily to him even if it was a human slime ball like Georgio.
    The only redeeming feature about the whole night was that as soon as he could get away - and he would get away he was determined enough on that part - then he was going home to Griff. He had accessed the DMV and Social Security records the day before and learned Griff’s address and the fact that he worked for a place called Custom Rides in Cloverleah.  As soon as he left the club, Diablo planned to take a cab to the airport, taking the first flight to Tulsa.  He could swing by Claude’s and pick up his bike and then ride straight through to Griff’s. He would avoid answering his phone until his resignation date came in force and the whole FBI could go to hell.  With any luck he would be too busy fucking and getting fucked to worry about anything else.
    Diablo thought back to the care and concern Griff had shown him through their mind link on the Thursday night and in particular the picture that Griff had left with him as he went to sleep.  The thought of the two of them together in that huge bed, with Griff’s arms tight around him made his cock hard and filled him with a sense of peace all at the same time.  Diablo hadn’t realized just how difficult the two men’s ten day long separation had been on him and his feeling of needing to be held and then fucked and claimed got higher. He allowed himself to wallow in the feeling for a moment before shaking his head.  His cock was throbbing in his tight leather pants and he had to thump it to get it to go down a bit.
    Okay no more thinking about Griff until the end of the evening, Diablo told himself as he checked himself out in the mirror.  In light of Georgio’s instructions Diablo had opted for a skin tight sleeveless muscle shirt that covered him, but that showed off his chest and abs through the thin shiny black fabric.  Tucking the shirt carefully into his leather pants he checked his ass out in the mirror.  Yep. No unsightly lines. Just pure ass and long leg muscles that ran down to sleek black boots worn under his pants.  
    Looking into the mirror face on this time Diablo sighed as his finger s gently ran over the bruises on his face.  He would have loved to wear his hair out this evening as he could have hid most of the bruising with his hair.  But he knew that Georgio preferred him to braid his hair so he did so quickly, securing it with a long leather tie.  The last thing he did was take up Georgio’s collar and fasten it around his neck.  God he hated the thing and his cat was never happy when he wore it either.  Diablo flicked the small D ring on the collar and prayed like crazy that Georgio would not use the leash on him tonight.  It was one thing to wear a collar and bruises.  It was a totally humiliating experience to have to be led around on a leash like a prize bull.
    “No more after tonight.  This is it.”  Mouthing the words to his reflection and in part to soothe his cat, Diablo took one last look and then headed out the door and down the stairs to wait for the car.  He just wanted to get this evening over and done with so his life with his mate could start.
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    Three hours into the party and Diablo’s head was aching.  Although it was a private function there were well over 200 people packed into the club.  The music was loud, the alcohol was flowing and everyone it seemed was having a good time, except Diablo. He desperately wanted to go to the bathroom to get some peace but as Georgio had put the leash on his collar he was forced to just sit by the horrible man’s side and put up with his