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

“How about you give us the keys first, huh? C’mon, mate, think straight. Give us the keys, nobody has to get hurt.”


“She’s pregnant, you stupid fucks.”


One of them shrugged. “One born every minute, ain’t there?”


Eli heard the catch of the car door give, then the heavy thud of Jenny shutting herself in.


“Lock the doors, Jen!” he yelled at her, but she’d—stupidly—gotten back into her own car, and if not even the electrics would start…shit, did she have manual locking?


“God, you’re a dense fuck, aren’t you?” the boy said. His voice was thin and reedy, barely having broken.


Eli backed right up against the frame of the car, the edge of the roof digging into his spine. His heart was beating a mile a minute, his eyes fixed on the glint of the crowbar and theirs on him, and—


Chapter 80