But if she’s going to pay for it with her life, I’ll bring her back from the dead and smack her ass till she can’t walk her way back to heaven ever again. Because I can’t lose her. She’s my everything; the damn oxygen my body thrives on.
I try the door and it opens instantly. What an asshole, he didn’t even lock it. But there’s no time to think since said asshole has my old lady pinned against the wall and a broken bottle is heading for her tits. What. The. Fuck?
Within two steps I have my arm wrapped around his neck and my fingers curled around his wrist. I’m trying to pull the broken bottle away from Lips but I’m struggling to hold him in my grip as it is.
“That’s it, you’re doing such a good job,” Lips compliments as if I’m polishing my fucking shoes or something, and not holding a killer by the damn throat who wants to cut her with broken glass.
Albie grunts and spits, “Your fucking pimp? Listen up, asshole, she wanted it, okay? It’s all play, I swear. I said I’d pay extra and this is what I get?”
“Shut your piehole, you lying piece of shit. You kill women and mutilate their bodies,” Lips growls.
Albie shoots forward and I can’t manage to hold my grip and it slightly slips, causing Albie to nick Lips’ chest with the broken bottle. Utter rage fills me and I twist and turn, taking this asshole with me as I knee him in the back. The broken bottle falls to the floor and so does the convict. He scrambles up and runs out of the room.
I should go after him but instead I spin around and cup my woman’s face. “Are you okay?” I ask, now noticing she’s holding a little knife in her hand.
I should have known. This woman rarely doesn’t have any options left and could have shoved the knife in Albie’s gut herself, but she left me to deal with the fucker. Glancing down I see the little cut where the glass nicked her. Not deep, though the little drop of crimson trickling out is enough to enrage me all over again.
I spin around and head out of the room to chase after Albie while I hear my woman yell, “Go get ’em, babe!”
Yeah, I’m gonna get him all right, but then I’m coming back for you. And your ass is going to be very sorry.
5
Lynn
Adrenaline is pumping through my body and my heart is beating on overtime. If I wasn’t completely filled with love for this man, my body would be instantly struck with the biggest crush in history. Damn, my man is hot. And it’s probably weird of me to be joyous of the fact he’s pissed off at me. Because I know he is and that always leads to hot sex.
Shit. I cannot think about sex right now. Not while Deeds just rushed out of here to catch that scumbag. I rush after him and swing my head in the direction they could have gone. I’m guessing the easy way out of here, since the door to head out back is standing slightly ajar.
I hear grunts and then I see both men on the ground. Albie is punching Deeds in the gut, but my man is so freaking skilled the convict doesn’t stand a chance. Deeds used to be an MMA fighter and even if he carries a gun, his fists are more lethal. It doesn’t matter if one hand functions less than the other. If only he would realize that little fact himself. Then we wouldn’t even be here.
“Motherfucker,” Deeds grunts and wraps his arm around Albie’s neck.
He tightens his hold with his other hand and I’m holding my breath because his grip is slightly slipping. I glance up and into the shadows where I see Broke watching the whole situation unfold. I know he can see me wondering why he isn’t helping his brother, but he gives a little shake of his head. When I glance back at my old man, he’s already getting to his feet.
Deeds swings his leg back and kicks Albie in the gut. “End of the fucking line for you, asshole.”
He takes out some zip ties and binds Albie’s hands and feet. Deeds grabs his phone, jabs his finger on it a few times and holds it against his ear. “I’m going to text you an address. And you’re fucking welcome.”
The smile tugging his lips as he shoots off a message and then shoves his phone back into his jeans warms my heart. The sweet rush of adrenaline, the high after the catch and the satisfaction roaring through his whole being is undeniable, and he’s breathing it all in. It clearly shows it’s something he missed and needed.
I step closer but freeze when his gaze hits me. He points a finger at me. “You. Get that ass on the back of my bike because I’m fairly sure you got a ride here or some shit. You planned all of this, right? Thought you needed to take action to shake me up, didn’t you? Well, you got my fucking attention, woman, and I swear you’re going to have it for a long time.”
I probably shouldn’t tell him he totally made the place between my legs tingle with that threat. Or the fact Broke gave me a ride and is still standing in the shadows, listening in. I don’t care about this little detail because excitement is filling me.
It’s been awhile since I was on the back of Deeds’ bike. He places his hand on my lower back and guides me to the front of the bar where he’s parked. He straddles the bike and fires it up.
His eyes slowly travel up my body and a smirk spreads across his face. “That dress gonna be a problem for ya?”
I roll my eyes and get on behind him. “My pussy is plastered against my man’s back, keeping it warm until he’s ready to take it.”
A low growl is my only reply and I wrap my hands around his waist, holding him tight as he heads home. It takes over half an hour to drive back and when he parks out front and waits for me to get off, my nerves start to flare up. He didn’t say one word on the ride over. Not one squeeze on my leg, nothing.
I swallow hard. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Maybe the high of the catch faded and he sees all the obstacles and limitations again that are holding him back. Dammit.
“Get your ass inside,” he grunts, anger lacing his words.
He doesn’t look back as he takes off and opens the front door, unlocking it and swinging it open as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, waiting for me to go inside. I take a deep breath and hold my heart as I step over the threshold.