The next moment a couple of burly guys with wicked grins walk through the open door.
“Randal, my man,” they say. “We’ve been looking all over you for. You’re a slippery little fucker, we’ll give you that.”
They nod to Damon, who simply nods back at them before he starts to usher me out of the door.
I glance over at my mom. She still hasn’t stirred amidst all the commotion.
I don’t know what the guys are planning on doing to Randal, but something tells me it’s not good. I grab Damon’s arm, and he looks down at me. “They won’t hurt Mom, will they?” I ask him. I don’t know why I’m so worried about her. It’s not like she gave a shit about me all these years that she stuck me with Randal.
“No one hurts the woman,” Damon tells them.
I watch them glance over to her and see she’s passed out cold anyway.
“Done,” they immediately agree.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Damon tells me.
He leads me out of the house and to his car, but before he opens the passenger side door to let me in, he presses me up against it, staring down into my eyes intensely.
His gray eyes are stormy as he holds my gaze. “Don’t you ever run from me again,” he tells me, his voice breaking. “I don’t give a fuck what the reason is. You come to me with anything. Anything. You hear me?”
He grips my face in between his huge hands, and before I can answer, his lips descend upon mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, claiming it insistently. I can feel his hands shaking where they hold my face, and I move my own to cover his, humbled by the emotion pouring out of him for me—me.
“You’re mine, Hadley,” he growls possessively when he finally pulls back from me.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Yours. Always.”
With another growl, he kisses me again.