Gom was an undercover cop, working in high schools, enrolling as a student and using his skills in extreme situations dealing with bullying. In cases involving beatings, death threats, or worse, Gom was called in to help the school staff in finding who was causing the problem. It was hard and taxing work, but the job was important.
Gom has known love and had support and encouragement since he was eight years old and came to live with Dillon. Then Soldier came and soon Scarcity Sanctuary was started, providing a home for Gom and his brothers, all broken kids like he was. That was fourteen years ago. Gom was all grown up now.
The direction his life took hadn’t been a hard decision. He’d wanted to help, like his dads and his brother, Tommy did. He’d found a way that was just perfect for him, too.
Gom was ready for a life of his own now, too. Enter Casey Tanner. But, Casey doesn’t like to talk much, and was uncomfortable with touching. Well, that’s a problem.
***A Young Adult version of this book is available from Featherweight Publishing, with the title Undercover Assignment.***
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The whole time that Tony was talking the four kids were circling Bradley. Every once in a while one or the other would reach out like they were going to hit Bradley, pulling back just before making contact. Just enough to make him flinch each time, keeping him in a state of fear and anxiety.
Gom was trying to think of a way to diffuse the situation when he heard Bradley say something.
“What? Speak up, queer. What did you say?” Tony got closer to Bradley, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.
Gom’s heart rate increased as he thought he would have to step in.
“My mom’s dead and she wasn’t a whore. I can’t stay at home. I had to bring Missy with me. Please let me go. She’s going to be scared.” Bradley’s voice was quiet and shaky.
“Missy? Who’s Missy? Is Missy a sissy like you?” Gom hated that word after his last job at Bardstown High.
“My sister. Please let me go,” Bradley was unable to hide his fear. Gom didn’t know where Missy was, but this was getting out of hand.
“Why don’t you bring Missy to us and maybe we’ll let you go this time. How are your ribs, by the way?” Tony asked, snidely.
“They hurt, all right? And you stay away from my sister. You do whatever you have to with me, but you touch her and I will find a gun.” Bradley’s voice was suddenly more firm.
The word gun had Gom preparing for action. He stepped out from behind the large concrete pillar that had hidden him. He walked quickly like he’d just come up.
“Bradley, hey, there you are. Missy’s looking for you. She’s getting a little scared, man. I told her I’d find you for her. You better come on or she’s going to start crying.” Gom looked at Tony and the rest of them. “Hey guys, you’re missing a good game.” With balls he didn’t look like he had he walked right through them and took Bradley’s arm and started to lead him away from the group.
“Hey, another little queer. Is this your boyfriend, Bradley baby? You all make a sweet couple. Monty is prettier than you are, but hell, anybody is.” Tony started walking along with them, which was fine with Gom. They were headed toward light.
“We don’t want any trouble, Tony. Come on, be cool. No problems here, okay? We need to go find his little sister.” He walked faster, holding on to Bradley’s arm. He looked at Bradley and said, “I thought we were going to meet at the concession stand. I looked all over for you.”
“Ah, your boyfriend was missing you, Bradley. How does someone who stinks like you do even rate a date, even if it is with a queer?” Tony wasn’t letting up.
Gom paused. “What makes you think I’m queer, Tony? I’ve never come on to you, have I? You’re making assumptions based on my size and the fact that I’m what? Pretty? I thought everyone said you were good looking so does that make you queer, too?” He probably should have kept his mouth shut on that one.
“You fucking faggot! Get him, boys,” Tony ordered, reaching out to swing at Gom.
Gom ducked and stepped away, pulling Bradley with him. He turned and faced the four, putting his hand out, saying, “You’re also making the assumption that because I’m small I can’t take care of myself, but that would be a mistake. I may not be able to take all four of you, but I guarantee I can put at least two or three of you in the hospital before this is finished if you don’t back off right now.”