Now that gave him pause. He didn't have much dealings with marshals, it was usually locals and the feds that he tangled with. Were marshals even something he'd need to worry about? He didn't even know off hand what sort of things they covered. It could be a set up, if they were anything like the FBI. Faking it to get close to someone, use that someone to get close to him. He wouldn't put it passed Mike to be stupid enough to fall into that trap while high.

Liam needed to assess this issue properly, on neutral ground, where he could figure out the marshal's angle. He let go of one of Mike's wrists, his fingers returning to the man's throat. Just lightly curling his fingers around it for now. By contrast, the slow grind of his hips was bordering on brutal.

"Tell me, Mikey, how did you hook up with this marshal?" His tone was guarded, and obviously so. Dangerously calm. Neither pleased nor angry.