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In my next motion, I grab him by the back of the head and slam his face downward just as I raise my knee until the two connect. I both hear and feel the crunch of his nose breaking, but before I can continue, Lenox is there, dragging him back by his hair and walking him out of the garage.
“What are you doing?!” Lenox snaps, fury lacing his every feature. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“He was going to kill you! No two ways about it,” I yell, miffed because I just disarmed a man and I get no credit for it. “Men do not get to always play the hero. Sometimes, women are better at it.”
Annoyed, I go for the gun, only Ezra isn’t having that. Whatever he’s on, he’s not feeling any pain as he jabs his elbow back at Lenox, hitting him straight in the gut and ripping his head away from Lenox’s grasp, a collection of hair going along with it in the process.
He does a Superman dive at me, knocking me down onto my back on the driveway and stealing the air from my lungs. He rolls me once, all the while struggling to take the gun from my hands. My arm flies, knocking him in the side of the head with the gun just as Lenox picks him up like a rag doll and body slams him straight onto the driveway.
Ezra oomphs and gasps out a loud cough before he starts thrashing and yelling a thousand obscenities as he tries to squirm free, but to no avail. Lenox is a lot bigger and stronger and has Ezra’s arms pinned by the press of his knees as he sits on his chest with his full weight.
“Cut the shit or I’ll have her pistol whip you again, asshole. If you think I can fuck you up, you haven’t met my wife yet.”
I snicker.
“It’s not funny,” Lenox barks at me, clearly still angry I attacked first, but his lips are twitching now too. “Stop laughing. I’m seriously fucking mad at you, Georgia Moore.”
“I’m not laughing, Lenox Monroe.” Except I am. I start to cackle like a hyena. Not my best look, but I don’t even care right now. Why that’s funny in this situation, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush making me high, but I can’t stop it.
“Dammit, Georgia!” Ezra yells. “Get him off me.”
“Right. Of course. I’ll be sure to do that, Ezra. You just lie there for a minute and wait for me to act.” I roll my eyes at him as I flip the safety on the gun and walk to the edge of the garage and set it down because I hear sirens, and the last thing I want is to be holding a gun when the police show up.
“I’m bleeding! Look what you did to my nose and wrist.”
“I know.” I glance down and hold out my foot, twisting it this way and that. “How cool are these boots? Be thankful I didn’t kick you in the nuts with them. Or ram this heel that is also no joke up your ass.”
He bucks and jerks and starts yelling at Lenox. “Let me go, you fucking asshole. I’ll sue you. I’ll sue you for everything you’re worth.”
“I believe you just tried to kidnap and blackmail that out of us,” I deadpan.
The moment Ezra catches the sirens, he starts to lose it. He’s spouting a thousand threats and promises, and Lenox just stares down at him as if he’s trash and doesn’t care. He presses in deeper, making Ezra bark and snarl like a wild beast, but it’s futile.
The police show up, literally a dozen of them swarming with guns drawn, and we’re raising our hands—except for Ezra since his are pinned—and then it all begins. Lenox stands up, and the police handcuff Ezra. The gun is confiscated, and I explain how I had it in my hands.
Ezra is whisked off in an ambulance with some scary-looking dudes in black, and Lenox and I are just sort of here, standing around, waiting for them to decide what they want to do with us next.
“Do you think it’s done?” I ask him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my head in his chest. He smells good. He smells like home.
His lips press into the top of my head as he holds me tight. “I think some of this is about to begin, but I do believe the threat of danger is behind us.”
I press my chin into his sternum and peer up at him through my lashes. “I love you.”
He stares down into my eyes, his expression serious. “I was going crazy. I couldn’t handle him being there with you and not being able to get to you or stop him.” He cups my jaw. “I can’t lose you, Georgie. Not now. Not ever. It’s more than just this life for us. I’ll need you always.”
He bends down and kisses me, his lips melding fully to mine in a fierce possession I’ll never grow tired of. I’ll always need him too.
“Mr. and Mrs. Moore?” A police officer calls our attention, and reluctantly we break apart, but not before I catch Lenox’s cocky smirk at the officer calling me Mrs. Moore. “If you’re ready, we’d like to take you in now.”
Lenox and I are brought down to the Cambridge police station and then separated.
I’m placed in a five-by-four room with a table and two chairs on either side, just like how they do it in Law & Order. I’m waiting to be interrogated. I’m waiting for them to press me for details I don’t know and have them play good-cop-bad-cop with me.
Except, unfortunately, none of that happens. A female detective with a kind smile and warm honey eyes comes in and takes my statement. She asks me questions in a gentle, understanding tone and records everything.
When that’s done, she asks me to kindly wait a bit longer, and I’ll be able to leave.
“Where is Ezra?”
