If you could save someone's life, would you? Anyone's? Ali's older brother has a swastika tattooed on his knuckles, a prison ID number for nearly beating an immigrant to death, and spent his teenage years ruthlessly persecuting Ali for being gay. Blood may be thicker than water, but Ali has spent most of his life desperate to prove he is nothing like Tony. A committed vegetarian, charity-supporter, and blood donor, Ali would do anything for anyone. Ali may share parentage with Tony, but he’s determined not to share anything else if he can help it. So when Tony contracts leukaemia, and Ali is the only match for the urgently-needed bone marrow transplant, Ali is caught between two equally awful choices: to refuse and condemn a man to death, or to donate. And in donating, save the life of the man who nearly murdered Ali's Iraqi boyfriend?

Thicker Than Bone

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Tony growled, jabbing a finger at Yazid.


“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ali retorted. “Get out of our flat!” He was flushed red in the face.


Yazid gingerly hefted the sheet a little higher and eyed his boxers. A good six feet across the floor. Great.


“I came by to talk to you about the family do next weekend,” Tony sneered, “but apparently you’re busy.”


The sneer—and the brother—remained firmly in place, and Yazid’s temper started to get off the ground. He should have a mouthful of cock right now, and this inconsiderate, belligerent twat was taking up valuable time that could be put to better use.


“I thought I told you,” Tony said in a deep snarl, “to stay the fuck away from my brother?”


“I fucking live here, you twat,” Yazid snarled.


“Well, your brother invited me in,” Yazid said flippantly. “Didn’t have to force the door or anything.”


Chapter 82