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“Get out,” I ordered as I jerked my chin toward the front counter.
Bruno and Lynn went that way, leaving Laric, Trouper, Trick, me, and Zach to sort things out here.
The car door bumped open, and then I heard the sniffling—not coming from my woman.
She looked at me warily as she stepped out, and I could see sweat dripping from her temples.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, then gestured her to the side so I could get a good look at the kid.
Sure enough, said kid was the one that’d gone missing not a couple hours before.
I leaned back out and looked at Laric. “It’s her.”
My stomach sank even more.
To know that my pregnant woman had gotten in the car with this little girl after following him from who knows where…
There was a scuffle, and all of a sudden, the guy at the pump started firing.
The glass next to my face exploded, and all I could think about was the woman at my back.
“Son of a bitch!” I cried out, going to my knees involuntarily as something hit them from behind.
I looked down to see Blaise on the ground covering her head and prayed that she hadn’t been hit.
“Get the girl!” someone yelled.
Since I wasn’t sure who that was, I reached out and got her myself, just in case.
Pulling her underneath my body, I covered both her and Blaise, and kept my head up as I made sure I could see what was coming our way.
If anything was coming our way.
But I should’ve had more respect for the men that made up my ‘club.’
They were all very well trained in what they did.
Which meant the man that’d been standing beside his car, the man that obviously had been with the kidnapper, didn’t stand a chance.
“They’re both apprehended,” I heard Laric say. “You can get up now.”
I didn’t. Not for a few long seconds.
Only after I had a few seconds to control myself, my heartbeat and my temper, did I get up, uncovering Blaise and the girl.
That was when I heard the girl crying.
When I got up, Blaise immediately gathered the little girl in her arms.
“Call her parents?” I asked curiously as I stared at the girl’s tear-stricken face.
I should probably feel bad for making her cry, but I didn’t have it in me.
Not right then with how fucking pissed I was.
I slowly stood up to my full height, then reached down and helped Blaise and the girl up—the girl crying harder when I got closer.
As soon as Blaise was steady on her feet, I let her go and then backed away. Again, not for the little girl’s sake, but Blaise’s.
I was seconds away from strangling the life out of her.
God, I was almost shaking with the adrenaline and fear that were still coursing through my body.
“Cops are on their way,” I heard Trouper mutter.
I looked his way to see him kneeling down, wrapping a set of plastic cuffs on the man on the ground.
The man that’d not only shot at my woman and this child, but my unborn baby as well.
I saw red.
I was two steps away from ruining this guy’s life, from fucking him up so bad he never saw clearly again, when Blaise was suddenly in my face.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Absinthe Solomon,” she growled as she glared at me. She no longer had the kid. I didn’t know what she’d done with her, but I was too pissed to look around and find out. “Come with me.”
I ended up dragging her to the side of the building, not the other way around.
Because once I realized I could have a few seconds with her uninterrupted, I was more than on board with that.
The moment we rounded the back of the gas station, the only thing separating us from the chaos in the parking lot was a brick wall and a dumpster, she rounded on me.
“Okay, let me have it.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared.
I looked from her to the door that was cracked open allowing cold air to escape, likely for the employees’ smoke breaks, and then back to her.
That was when I snapped for a second time.
Roughly yanking her toward me by her hair, I slammed my mouth down on hers hard, and then let go.
“Turn around,” I growled.
My voice was so guttural that I barely recognized it.
I. Didn’t. Care.
The moment she turned around, I reached down to her yoga pants—the ones that’d been driving me insane since I saw her in them—and roughly pulled them down over her ass, baring it to me.
She gasped, starting to wiggle away from me when she realized what I was about to do, but I held her firm with her face pressed against the brick of the building.
“Right now,” I growled into her ear as I used my free hand to pull my cock out of my jeans, “I suggest you just let this happen. You struggling is exciting me.”
