The bar was a fucking mess. I quickly scanned the place noting the pockmarks on the mirror behind the bar, the overturned table with more love bites, ...he stiff spread-eagled on a table, the 5mm and vibro knife on the floor. The stiff had something sticking out of his chest that looked like the handle of a steak knife. Yeah I know what a steak knife is because unlike most pansy-ass douche-bags in our great land, we eat meat at Bennies.I recognized the Boss's handiwork right away. He never was. I quirked a challenging eyebrow knowing my green eyes would be reflecting the same heat and wildness. His own body was also stirring with the feel of me pressing against him and I couldn’t help rubbing against him, marking him with my scent as my own cock hardened. Chay’s smirk stretched quickly shifting into that rare grin of his, as he titled his head back offering his throat and his body. He was so proud, so pleased that I’d managed to beat him it gave him hope that I’d survive this war. He. I got messages from Tonya, Martin, at Force Protection, and Jim Mason at SJL. I returned none of them. I didn’t even return the messages from Lucy. I just wanted to be alone with my grief. During the third week I rode my bike to Tonya’s cafe. I had breakfast then returned home. I spoke to Tonya. but we both chose to ignore the subject of Tasha.“Could I stop by sometime, I really need to talk to someone,” Tonya asked me on my way out the door.“Not yet,” I replied sadly.Time dragged on till it. A Nor'easter had brought a heavy coat of snow to Maryland and practically shut down the state, including the airport. Shelly and her husband would be spending Christmas together alone this year. In some ways, Eric was even more thrilled about what he had planned. Some of the items he had been planning on giving her Christmas night in the privacy of their own room now could be unwrapped with the rest of the presents.Eric and Shelly made the best of being snowed in. There was a fire in their.