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Latin Boyz
by P. A. Brown
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
Description: Gabe's entire world is gang-ridden Cypress Park, in South Central L.A. His mother died in a drive-by gang hit on the wrong house. His fourteen-year-old sister was left brain-damaged by the same bullet. He dreams of escaping and rescuing the rest of his family before the gang jumps him or finishes the hit on him. Gabe's life is further complicated when the shooters return and young LAPD officer Alejandro Cerveras answers the 911 call. To the Eme, the all-powerful Mexican Mafia, homosexuality is not an acceptable lifestyle choice, so will Gabe's attraction to Alejandro be his undoing or his salvation? The police and courts have failed him every time. Now, with his back against the wall, Gabe can either run or fight on his own terms... Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Multicultural / Suspense / Thriller
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012
 
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [408 KB]
Words: 93259
Reading time: 266-373 min.
"It's another fast, sexy, all too up-to-date LA noir from the talented P. A. Brown. Latin Boyz is a terrific piece of work."--Richard Stevenson, Author of the Don Strachey private eye novels.
A blue Prius pulled into the parking lot, and a long-limbed man climbed out from behind the wheel. He faced the skate park, his eyes covered by shades. A Dodgers baseball hat was pulled down over his brown face, but even without the uniform, he had cop written all over him.
The skaters present murmured in growing uneasiness. Beside me, Ceron muttered, "What up with 5-0?"
"Whatever up with them. Stir up shit," I said. I followed the lone cop when he strode toward us. He looked familiar. I recognized that lean-hipped, easy stroll from somewhere. He was the kind of man I couldn't help but watch, though I hated myself for it. Then it hit me like a sucker punch--it was the cop who responded to the last drive-by at my place. I'd managed to forget that encounter until now. For sure nothing ever came of that visit. No one got busted. Face it, no one cared about what went down in the barrio.
I especially didn't want to remember Cerveras's touch and the mess it made of me the rest of the night. I tried real hard to forget that. I buried myself in skating when I wasn't taking care of Nattie and Tio, though I hated them sometimes, too. Wasn't I too young to have to do this? I wasn't even old enough to drink, for fuck's sake, and here I was playing mom and dad to two people who were never going to leave me. Nattie would never grow up and Tio was only going to get older and more feeble.
My grip tightened on my board when the cop approached. He took off his shades, and I could see his dark eyes. His gaze dropped away from my face and skimmed me from head to foot. My body grew hard at his look. I hoped my homies didn't see what passed between us. Or if they did see it, that they wouldn't understand it. Maybe they thought he was just scoping me for hardware.
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