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SIN CITY – SECRETS
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Zeke Hammond was in slow motion. As the fire enveloped the room, flames licking up every wall, he ducked as if by instinct. The noise was thunderous, a booming shatter of glass and splintering wood showering over him. Sweat rolled down his face and back, beads splashing into his eyes with every labored move. He tugged the hose, doing his best to maneuver in the tight space. The fire was raging out of control. There was no way to save the structure. As he turned a corner he could swear he heard a strangled whimper, the kind that penetrated his very soul.
“Help me…I…” The scream trialed off and was followed by an intense sound of agony.
Stopping short he turned slowly, scanning the apartment. Thick, black smoke was swirling, making every image blurred. Zeke blinked furiously and lumbered forward, smacking into what had to be a piece of furniture. There was a victim in the fiery mess. They’d been told everyone had escaped, but he’d known better. His gut had told him he wasn’t dreaming. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Max, kicking open a door on the other side of the room. Max Porter was the only other firefighter who Zeke knew could handle this kind of deplorable situation. They were both experienced to face the worst fires, having saved countless lives, never losing one human life. Today wasn’t going to be the day his record was broken. “Hey!” The deafening sound was barely audible over the roar of the fire. Dear God this one was out of control.
A thunderous shift of metal and wood occurred behind them. Zeke winced as a stream of sparks whooshed past him.
Max twisted his head in the direction of the noise. “We’ve got to get out of here. Gonna blow.”
“We have a victim.”
“Shit! Where?” Ducking, Max barely avoided a falling beam. “Goddamn it!”
Zeke took two long strides, shooting a heavy stream of water in the direction of where he thought he’d heard the sound. Hearing the steady groaning noises of the building, he knew what was going to happen. They were on the fourth floor. It was a matter of time before the entire floor caved in. The structure couldn’t handle this kind of destruction. If that happened there’d be no way of saving anyone.
Heat and steam washed over his facemask, penetrating the small areas of air. The center of the fire seemed to be coming from an area behind the doorway in front of him. Hearing creaking and groaning noises, an indication of the building’s stress, he knew they didn’t have much time. “I’m going in.”
“Wait for back up!” Max hissed.
“No time.” Bulldozing his way forward, Zeke swung the hose from side to side. The pitiful stream of water was doing little to squelch the flames. There was no hope of saving the complex. He simply wanted to save a life.
Trudging through the debris, he avoided falling plaster as he took measured strides down the dark hallway. Zeke slowed his gait and tried to focus, cognizant that Max was screaming behind him. He tipped his head. “Fuck me.” The wall of flames was enveloping the doorway he’d just entered. Within seconds the exit was blocked.
Zeke snapped his head to the left, barely able to make out what had to be a doorway into a bedroom. He was experienced enough to know there was barely any time and little recourse. As the flames powered up the walls, claiming the ceiling, he heard what his gut knew to be the building getting ready to collapse. He was out of time.
Shifting into high gear, his adrenaline took over. He issued a hard kick to the door that was blocking his way from rescuing what he considered to be a hostage.
The harsh blow threw him back against the wall, his air stolen. The heat was all consuming and he panted as he tried to control his breathing. Dazed, Zeke was forced to his knees as a series of blasts swept through the room.
Pummeled to the floor, he spread out his arms in an effort to hold his position. God help me. God help me. The sound of twisting metal and another series of sparks told him prayer wasn’t the answer. Zeke lowered his head as his body shook, his right boot tapping on top of the floor. Even through the roar of the fire he was able to concentrate on the sound his foot was making, an unresolved moment of terror. Zeke jerked the hose and the catch in the line was hard, yanking him backward. “Oof!” He was thrust against the back wall savagely. A snicker of flames licked up his arm. He slapped at the bedraggled line and lurched to the right.
You don’t deserve to die. You don’t deserve to live. You can’t save me. Leave me alone!
The words rocketed through him, shifting his heart into overdrive. Where in the hell had they come from? Zeke blinked several times and could swear he saw a man’s silhouette in the darkened corner. He took a single step toward the apparition before chastising himself. What the fuck was going on with his mind. A hand seemed to come out of nowhere and in the shadows he could make our Jayson’s face, his luminescent eyes. And the man’s ugly laughter. “Fuck…”
Zeke reached out, tears streaming down his face. His body was jetted forward, the force of the blast pitching him over a hard surface. The harsh tumble to the ground wasn’t nearly as painful as the heartache racing through his system. Gasping for air he rolled and when he came to a stop he moaned. He couldn’t think about this. He just couldn’t. A quick glance told him his mind was playing tricks. The corner was lit in flames, nothing else. Then the figure appeared again, closer this time. A taunting look on his face. No. No. Get to your feet. Do it. DO IT. Zeke eased his head onto the floor for a brief second, then his inner strength kicked in. There was no struggle to get to his feet. He could do this. He slapped his hand across his facemask and took two long strides directly into the fire.
The inferno of heat enveloped him. Unable to catch his breath he had to slap his hand on the wall. A shower of sparks floated in front of him.
Current unlike anything he’d ever experienced pulsed through every cell in his body. The jolt harsh, he was thrown into the wall. A hard thud reminded him he was very much alive. Stars floated in front of his eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. “What the fuck?” The water shut down until there was barely a trickle. Realizing the hose had been compromised he dropped the line. Fuck. He squinted and took a giant step forward. There was no way he could retreat now.
Every area in the room was on fire, flames licking up every surface. This had to be a bedroom. From where he stood he could just make out a window in the far corner – the only way out. Crouching low, he moved forward, confident of his abilities.
Snapping his head to the right Zeke could just make out what appeared to be a survivor. Within a few steps he found her huddling behind a bed. Every step he took was labored and the smoke was getting thicker. He could hear the beams in the ceiling creaking. Mere seconds were left. “Listen to me. We have to get out of here.” Zeke yanked the bedspread off, throwing the heavy material over the shaking girl. Even in the dim lighting he could tell she was young, wide eyed and terrified.
She fought the covering at first, whimpering as she clawed out, her hand slapping on his facemask. “No!”
“Don’t fight me.”
A wall of intense heat slapped against his back. The fire roared behind them. Sucking in his breath he grabbed the girl, pulling her to her feet. “Close your eyes and relax.” Zeke wasn’t certain she heard him but thankfully she didn’t fight him as he lifted her into his arms. A quick look over his shoulder told him the single way out was the window. There was no way of telling whether there would be anything to catch their fall, but he no choice. Not if he wanted either one of them to live.
Zeke pulled her tightly against the chest as he weighed his options. There were none. He moved toward the window and fumbled with the lock. “What the hell?” The damn thing wasn’t budging.
The almost silent sizzle was following by a sound he’d never forget and one he was terrified hearing. The air was being cut off, creating some form of a backdraft. One quick glance told him everything he needed to know. They were going to be blown to kingdom come. “Hold on.” The words said more as reassurance to him than the whimpering girl, he took several strides backwards and made certain she was secured as much as possible. He took off with a darting run, the coat meant to keep him from frying slowing the inertia. Zeke knew there was a snowball’s chance in hell of pulling this off, but dead was dead. And he very much wanted to live.
As the sucking sound stopped and a wheeze of air seemed to blanket them from every direction, Zeke closed the distance to the window. In the last seconds he catapulted them off the floor, feet first toward the window. Holding her head against his chest, he made a silent pledge with whatever God there might be around and slammed his feet against the window with all the power he could muster.
What sins of the flesh do you hunger for and exactly what would you offer in order for a taste?
For entrepreneur Taynen Salinger, Sin City meant more than simply paying homage to the sizzling desert town. The highly respected and equally selective firm, catering to men who lived vicariously every day, had made him a millionaire. A tough taskmaster, anonymity was the name of the game in a town where mistakes could prove to be deadly. Providing everything from well-coiffed escorts for premier events to the kinkiest of fantasies, only the amount of monies spent held any inhibition. His employees were hand picked and specially trained in the areas of art and music, politics and finance, fine dining and wine – as well as the black arts of BDSM.
For the men of distinction, protecting a town ridden with questionable politics, crime-ridden streets and difficult financial times, Sin City was more than just a respite. Only Taynan’s carefully selected men seemed to soothe the savage beasts dwelling inside his clients. For some of his customers, understanding the ramifications of certain decisions made had proven to be costly, yet the men came back for more. However, in a town where everything is on the menu for a loaded price, what happens within the hallowed city limits must stay locked inside Pandora’s Box. Or else…
Zeke Hammond was a man’s man and in the world of firefighting, he was revered. His record was perfect, having never lost a victim, and many said he was on the fast track to becoming Captain. Unfortunately his own personal demons kept him from the possibility of being happy. Keeping secrets was a damning concept. Having found his last lover in the arms of another man, he was in no mood to try dating again. But he was ready for pure sin. After a chance meeting at a local pub with a rugged hunk, who was more than just stimulating his mind, Zeke was given a personal invitation. Sin City seemed to be the perfect solution for all his needs.
For Russian born, Aleksandyr Vatone, working for Taynen Salinger was perfect, allowing him to pursue his other “interests” during his off time. After meeting Zeke, handsome and yet so very tortured, he set out to provide a perfect sizzling fantasy. Little did he know the rugged man would be able to get under his skin so easily. As they embarked on a caustic tryst, he began to reveal his most private secrets. Unfortunately a mystery blackmailer from Aleksandyr’s past threatened to reveal the man behind in the mask. As a cloak and dagger game hit too close to home, an explosive event occurred, forcing Zeke to make a series of difficult choices. One in particular placed both their lives on a dangerous precipice and the fires of hell threatened to consume Zeke’s very soul. Only Aleksandryr could possibly save him but was he already lost to the burn?
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