Eli Bell is the only son of a police chief inspector and a forensic scientist. He's grown up wonky in a world that only deals with the straight and narrow -- and his new boyfriend isn't helping. Rob Hawkes is six feet of muscle, tattoos, and arrest warrants. A career criminal and a former guest of Her Majesty's Prison Service, he'd rather hit Eli's parents than sit down to dinner with them. One wrong move, and Rob could destroy Eli -- and his family -- without a second thought. But this isn't what it looks like. Rob's not in control here -- and Eli's the one to blame.

What It Looks Like

“We can talk now or you can fuck off,” Eli returned, his temper rising fast. He was not dealing with any more of this shit. He was sick of fighting, sick of police, sick of Rob saying he’d try and then doing fuck all, sick of Dad needling and prodding all the time, sick of—


He dragged Rob into the kitchen by the wrist and slammed the door behind them to keep Dad out before pacing around the table in a fit of energy. Rob leaned against the fridge, folded his arms, and said nothing.


“So, when are you in fucking court?”


“I’m not,” Rob retorted. “Because I didn’t fucking do it. I gave them my alibi—which was that when Mrs. Miggins or who the fuck ever got burgled last night, I had my cock up your arse and the Chief Inspector’s son was the witness—so stop being so fucking angry with me.”


Eli’s temper somehow managed to rise and fall at the same time. “You told them what?”


Chapter 71