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I slide my fingers along the bottom, searching for the buttons. When my index fingers find the grooves, I push in and pull, lifting the back up. Hinged at the top of the TV, the plastic back rests in the air, revealing all my secrets.
I reach for the loaded gun, but Ace’s arms circle around me, forcefully throwing me on the bed before I can get to it. He grabs the laptop and sets it on the cabinet before he grabs my badge and stares at it.
“This sure is nice, temptress. Too bad you won’t need it anymore.”
I can’t give up yet so I run at him, hoping to catch him off guard, but it’s like he can sense every single move I make. His arm shoots out and his hand grips my neck at arm's length. His arm is so long I can’t reach his body, but I go for his elbow. Linking my fingers together, I ram them into the crook of his arm, causing it to collapse.
Moving closer to him, I grab his shirt, hoping I finally have an advantage, but he quickly recuperates, shooting his arms back out at me. He chuckles at my attempt to overpower him before grabbing my firearm from the TV and stuffing it in his waistband next to his.
“Nice try, temptress,” he taunts, shoving me backward. I stumble a little, but quickly regain my balance. Grabbing my laptop, he tucks it under his arm. “Let’s go. I’m sure Blais is itching to lay eyes on you again. He probably thinks I’ve killed you.”
Resting my hands on my hips, I snark back, “Wouldn’t be too far of a stretch, Acehole. At least let me change my shirt since you ripped this one.” I gesture toward the closet.
He rolls his eyes like I’m asking for a big demand. “Quickly,” he grunts.
I head into the closet nervously, feeling Ace’s presence loom behind me. My eyes quickly glance back at the large tower of muscle and curly blond hair.
Yes!
He’s turned away from the closet, texting on his phone. Now is my chance. I reach up, feeling around on the top shelf above my hanging clothes until I feel what I’m looking for.
Thank God they didn’t find this.
Grabbing the extra phone, I quickly pull it down to my side and pretend like I’m looking for a shirt. I peek back at Ace to make sure he’s still distracted before I hit the power button.
Come on. Turn on faster.
While I’m waiting for the phone to power on, he impatiently sighs and shoves his phone into his pocket. His green glare turns to me.
Shit.
Why does it take so long for a fucking phone to turn on?
“Pick a damn shirt, temptress,” he growls.
Shrugging off my torn shirt, I stand there in just my bra and shorts, still pretending like I’m looking for the perfect top.
His phone vibrates and he pulls it out to see who’s texting him. Grabbing a random T-shirt, not caring which one, I pull it on. I use the time to look down at my phone. It’s finally turned on. I can’t call right now so I pull up a text to Matt.
This is it. My fingers fumble with the text, shaking from how nervous I am.
I’ll text Matt and he’ll have Chief and a team here in five minutes tops. I’ll just need to stall the guys once I send the text. I’m only able to get out911before a hand wraps around my wrist with so much force I almost drop the phone.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ace growls, tightening his grip on me.
No, this can’t be happening. I need to at least hit send on this text before he takes it away from me.
I throw my elbow into Ace’s side. A grunt falls from his mouth, but his grip doesn’t loosen. Lunging at him, I hurl my whole body into his. The force knocks him back making me stumble with him. My hand slams into the doorframe, and the phone is launched across the floor of the bedroom landing next to the bedside table.
Sprinting toward the phone, I almost make it there before his arms wrap around my waist, causing my head to launch forward. Pain erupts through my skull as my face hits the corner of the table. My body stiffens and falls like dead weight to the carpeted floor.
My vision blurs, but I don’t have time to think about that. Feeling around for the phone, I don’t find it anywhere.
Shit.
I roll to my side to see Ace’s silhouette stomping on the phone. The crunch underneath his shoe echoes through my throbbing head.
No. Fuck. Shit. No.
