Moretti’s head swivels, and he takes four large strides, grabbing my wrist and turning me as he shoves me behind him. I end up staring at his back, but that’s probably a good thing. He’s much bigger than I am, and it’s nice to have a human shield.
“The last thing you want to do when bullets are flying is to freeze,” he growls over his shoulder. He still has a hold of my wrist, and he tugs it backward toward the O’Connors.
It’s only when he steps on my toes that it clicks. He wants me to back up.
Fine.
Everyone can think I’m an idiot, but I didn’t even have breakfast this morning. I was too nervous because I knew I was heading to his house to beg for his mercy.
Then I waskidnapped.
Drugged.
Held prisoner for hours.
Excuse me if I’m a little slow to adapt.
Magnum might be in love with that Candice woman, after all. He executed his president. Some of the other MC members were killed too.
It appears Moretti and the O’Connors are going to let the remaining MC members live. That, or they’re just lying to them to make them believe they’re safe.
It’s not like I have any insider information.
It’s also not my business.
I have bigger issues to focus on…like how badly my father is going to punish me for getting myself kidnapped.
Will Moretti try to use this to say my family owes him one?
If so, he’ll have to get in line.
My father already owes the O’Connors a shitload of money, and he’ll do anything to avoid taking that kind of loss.
Moretti strides over, wraps his hand around my bicep, leads me to one of his SUVs, and unceremoniously shoves me into the back seat. “Park your ass inside the vehicle, Vanessa, and do not move!” He barks the command, jabbing a finger at me.
I had no intention of it, but hearing him spit orders at me makes my pride prickle.
Ihatebeing barked at by alpha assholes.
Granted, I knew what I would be getting when I made the choice to go to his house this morning.
Was that just this morning?
Holy shit.
Today was the longest day ever.
My mind replays everything from being turned away at his gate to the accident in the parking lot and waking up in the shitty little motel room.
“They have my phone and keys,” I say as the thought dawns on me.
Moretti blinks at me for several long seconds, and his head swivels to look over his shoulder. “Hawk! Get over here.”
Another order.
How cute.
He sounds a lot like Blade when he was ordering around Magnum, and my nose wrinkles.
