And concerning.
He turned toward Gabrielle. He didn’t want to leave her alone. Quattro could be lurking and waiting to pounce. But he couldn’t take her inside while he checked things out. There could be bigger dangers inside the office.
Grabbing the Glock from his waistband, he thrust it toward Gabrielle. “Have you shot a gun before?”
She grew pale and took a step back. “I’ve never touched a gun before. What’s going on? Why is the door open? Do you think Bobby is in trouble?”
“I don’t know,” Sebastian admitted, then peered into the office. There were no signs of anyone inside, but he couldn’t be sure. “I need to check things out, but I also need to make sure you stay safe.” Sebastian grabbed her hand and forced the gun into her palm. “Hold onto this. Finger on the trigger. If you feel threatened in anyway, shoot. Doesn’t matter if you hit the target or not. You’ll spook the bastard. More importantly, I’ll hear it and I will come for you. Got it?”
“I don’t like this, Seby.” Gabrielle shrinked back, staring at the gun in her hand. “Why don’t we leave together and you can call Bobby to find out if he’s okay? I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“You don’t ever have to worry about me,” Sebastian said, stroking a finger down her face. “I’m not going to do a damn thing that would take me out of your life.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Before he could pull away, Gabrielle placed her hand on the back of his neck. She pulled him closer, extending the delicious moment.
He was so fucked.
Sebastian broke the kiss. “Where’s your purse? You could hide the gun inside and pull it out if you need to.”
A sheepish grin spread across her face. “I left it on the boat with all my bags from our trip to the shops at Crescent Moon Bay marina.”
Sebastian shook his head. He knew he shouldn’t have indulged her little shopping spree. But when she’d insisted on buying new lingerie to wear for him tonight, how the fuck could he resist that? Not that she’d wear them for long. “Fine. Try to hide the gun from view so no one calls the cops on you. Got it.”
Gabrielle nodded and followed his instructions.
Sebastian glanced around one last time, satisfied that the third floor seemed more deserted than the bottom two. He gave Gabrielle a reassuring nod, then pushed the glass door open wider.
The office was small with stark white walls and dark blue carpet. A receptionist desk sat in the middle of the room with two fake palm plants on each side. Sebastian peered over and saw a laptop computer next to a phone and a bin containing files. A woman’s purse sat partially open on the floor next to the desk chair. To the left of the receptionist desk was a smaller room, no bigger than a closet, stuffed with office supplies. To the right was a short hallway that led to Bobby’s office.
Reaching down to his ankle holster, Sebastian grabbed his backup Glock and walked quickly down the hallway. Faint whimpers caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Light banging noises started, then stopped and resumed again. He approached the door with gun raised, then kicked it open.
The door banged against the wall.
Sebastian stared in disgust as he lowered his weapon.
Across the room, a woman sat on a low wooden stool as Bobby thrust his dick in and out of her open mouth. Her blond curls flopped back and forth as she gripped the edge of the seat. Bobby’s grunts grew louder as she whimpered and moaned.
“Swallow it, bitch,” Bobby said between grunts. “Take all this cum.” With one last thrust, his pale white ass clenched and he collapsed onto the woman’s face, shuddering.
Sebastian rapped his knuckles against the door. “You done?”
Bobby’s head whipped around toward him. A hint of relief in his sapphire blue eyes as he processed Sebastian in the doorway.
“I thought you’d changed your mind about coming. You called hours ago.” Bobby ran a hand through his wavy blond curls, then rolled over and eased off the woman. He leaned down and pulled his navy dress pants up. Smoothing his button down shirt into his pants, he fastened his belt then placed a kiss on the woman’s hair. “Go clean yourself up, hon.”
The woman wiped a hand across her mouth and stood on shaky legs. Dazed from being face-fucked, she looked up at Sebastian and flushed red with embarrassment. Lowering her head, she brushed past him and made her way to the front of the office.
“You fucking around on your wife? That’s a douche move and you know it,” Sebastian chided.
“Getting a blow job doesn’t count as cheating,” Bobby said, matter-of-factly. “Didn’t some American president prove that decades ago?”
“Would Remi agree with that?”
“Remi knows how much I love her,” Bobby said with a challenge in his gaze. “My wife is happy. Do not fuck this up for me. You’re the last motherfucker who should try to walk on moral high ground. What would Ike think about you fucking around with his little sister. Don’t try to deny it. Shit is written all over your face.”
Sebastian tensed. “Ike is my best friend. He wouldn’t have a problem with me and Gabrielle.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. He might be scared you’ll turn psycho on her like your old man did to your—“
Sebastian jerked his hand up, pressing the Glock between Bobby’s eyes. “Don’t fucking say it.”
