Guns, Magic, and Talking Foxes

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-3979-8

Page :381

Word Count :119823

Publication Date :2024-12-20

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Category : Fantasy Romance , LGBTQIA+ Romance , Romance

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After freeing an enslaved fae, Isaac is now targeted by a corporation that holds all the secrets of his past. Now that he is no longer under the protection of the mafia, he’s discovered exactly how desperate this company is to get him back.

Isaac thought that escaping from the cult he was born into was the end of his problems. When a fae named Nasir begs for Isaac to help free him from his horrible master, Isaac refuses, not wanting to disappoint his mafia don. But when his hand is forced, Isaac finds himself entrenched in the past that he never truly escaped from.

Ten years ago, three friends attempted to escape a heavily guarded commune. In the chaos they lost each other, each thinking the others were dead. All of them build their lives--Isaac becomes the underboss due to his unique immunity to magic, Jasper is a high-ranking gang member, and Tansy is the understudy to a prominent fashion designer--the threat of where they came from lurks in the background. When the three of the collide again, they are forced to deal with what they thought they buried. As they delve into the depths of their shared history, the threat of their former lives resurfaces, demanding a reckoning they can no longer evade.

Nasir changed his face a dozen times in thirty seconds. He was glancing through a magazine in the back of the strip club, trying different noses. He was usually blue-haired—a nice aqua-tone—with teal eyes and pale skin—but on amateur night, he had to be something special.

“That’s a neat trick,” said the stripper at the vanity next to him. He was a regular at the Meat Grinder, as Nasir was the last one to dance on amateur night. The regular wore a long blond wig. “Where did you learn that?”

“Places,” Nasir said.

He’d learned to keep his guard up, as this was highly advanced magic. Most people suspected he’d gone to a special school, or he was someone important. Nasir had been taught from as early as he could remember that the most valuable thing he had was knowledge. People who were talented with magic usually ended up being someone important. Magic was key to anything in this society. Magic could save lives, start your car, rob a bank, grow a plant, or burn down a house. If a person didn’t have magic, then good luck with starting a washing machine. Most appliances in houses didn’t run on electricity, they ran on magic. Most people had at least some magical abilities, or at least enough to survive.

“Secretive,” said the stripper, standing up. He was tall in his go-go boots. “Who are you trying to impress?”

“I heard the faehunter was here,” Nasir said, watching himself in the mirror. The changing room of the strip club was lit with neon lighting, which made it hard to see the discarded outfits, clothes, and a floor sticky with old beer.

The stripper froze. “You don’t want to mess with that one.”

“I need help,” Nasir said. “Someone is following me, and only he can stop it.”

“You should run then.”

“Tried it. I can’t.”

The stripper stepped up behind Nasir, and they looked into the mirror together. The stripper had a sort of raw, unpolished beauty. He had a masculine face painted with makeup, and a chiseled body, but wore a sparkly pink thong and feathers in his wig.

“He was my ex,” the stripper said, “so I’m a bit biased. What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Nasir,” he said tentatively. He didn’t know if he should be so trusting.

“I’m Hailey. Hailey’s Comet onstage.” The stripper traced a line along Nasir’s neck. “How much of this is really you?”

“Enough,” Nasir said.

“Well, if you really want to meet the faehunter, that neat little trick just might do it,” Hailey whispered into Nasir’s ear. “He’ll only bring heartache, self-pity, alcoholism, and the mob, but if that’s what you really want, I can help.”

“I need him.”

Hailey grabbed Nasir’s chin to search his eyes. “I said that too, once upon a time.” Hailey let go and sashayed over to his vanity, digging through one of the drawers. He pulled out a picture and handed it to Nasir. “Change into this.”

Nasir waved a hand over his face and it was done. The man in the picture was young, early twenties, and brunet. Exceptionally fit and conventionally beautiful. Hailey took the picture back and placed it in the vanity.

“Who is it?” Nasir asked.

“A picture I stole from him. We had an argument,” Hailey said. “You seem to be pretty adept. Can I transfer a dance to you?”

Nasir nodded.

Hailey touched Nasir’s temples, and a warm sensation washed over him. He saw Hailey’s dance in his mind, his limbs twitching in anticipation. Hailey grinned at him.

“Don’t worry. If you forget anything, just do what feels natural.” Hailey pranced off to the door. “I’m going to let the DJ know what’s going on. You prepare yourself.”

Nasir didn’t move. He was in a tiny pair of boxer-briefs, which clung to his body. Of course it wasn’t really his body, so he shouldn’t have felt as embarrassed as he currently did. A stream of strippers—the regular workers—barged into the empty back room. They wore sweats and loungewear, and did not look stage-ready, but all of them were conventionally attractive. They all had different body types. Some muscular, some lean, and even one who was a bit chubby.

“Are you the last amateur?” one of them asked. “Or are you fresh meat trying out?”

Nasir forced a smile. “I’m a one and done kind of guy.”

Hailey returned and the song started playing. The DJ announced Hailey’s Comet…and also, to Nasir’s immense displeasure, Nasir’s name. Nasir didn’t have time to react as he was dragged onstage by Hailey. When the bass thumped, Nasir found himself going through the motions of the dance.

Everything swirled in front of him under the bright lights. He couldn’t see any of the people watching, though he’d been assured many times by everyone that they’d be drunk. Hailey dipped down to receive a few bills into his thong, and he motioned for Nasir to do the same. He forced himself not to grimace as he made eye contact with a pudgy balding man, squatted low, and touched his own ass through his underwear. He didn’t feel sexy.

Hailey met him at the pole, his hands creeping down Nasir’s muscular stomach. Hailey’s breath caressed Nasir’s ear.

“Leather duster, arm tattoos,” Hailey whispered.

Nasir spotted him, perched on the edge of his seat. He wasn’t far from the stage, sitting in a leather chair with the duster draped over it. Hailey gestured at him to come over. The faehunter gripped the leather chair and chewed on the inside of his cheek before rising. The song ended just as he reached the stage.

“I found you a friend,” Hailey said. “You like?”

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