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Suddenly, I was overcome with emotions. I wanted to cry, I wanted to laugh, to scream for joy, to shout at the top of my lungs how happy I was to finally have the man of my dreams. And I had him. He was mine. MINE! I would not give him up. I would not let anyone take him from me. He said that he would kill someone if they threatened to take me from him, well ditto!
I will never let go.
I trapped his face between my hands.
I will never let go… do you hear me, MJ. Lock is mine now. I will never let him go!
We came together, our lips inches apart, hearts throbbing against our chests. His fingers skimmed along my cheeks. He closed his eyes, dropped a gentle kiss to my lips, my nose.
“I love you,” he whispered, and my heart fucking stopped.
I opened my eyes wide; I didn’t even know I had closed them.
Serious, storm-cloud-colored eyes were looking back at me, considering me, stripping me of all my defenses, turning me into a puddle of goo.
“I love you too, Lock.” I whispered back.
He kissed me again, a light peck to my shaking lips, pulled out of me and tucked me to his side.
“Mine…” he said in a low tone, lacing our fingers together.
I smiled against his chest.
“Yours. Always.”
He kissed the top of my head, nestled me closer, and I swear he passed the hell out. He fell asleep just like that.
My smile grew.
Yeah… This man would be mine until we both took our last breath, which won’t be until we were old and gray.
Please Lord let that be the case, I prayed silently.Please don’t take him away from me. You know I wouldn’t survive it. I couldn’t.
The silence around us was the only response I got. But then… I swear on my love for Lock I heard a voice. Someone whispered close to my ear.
I won’t. Take care of him.
And it wasn’t a male voice that replied. It was a female’s voice.
Wow!
CHAPTER17
LOCK
“Don’t fucking move!” I called out, my Glock steady in my hand, eyes on one individual in particular. Unfortunately for his dumb ass, he didn’t take heed to my warning.
I squeezed the trigger and watched as the fucker dove on the ground. I had missed on purpose. I wanted him to understand the severity of my presence.
In case you’re wondering where I was, my guys and I were back at Santos’s house. We had gotten word that the body that Homer dropped as well as the unconscious fellow belonged to Santos. They worked for him, therefore, the raid on my house the other day was orchestrated by this motherfucker.
Ivey, Sol, Derek and Brady were in the room with me. Ivey had his A5 rifle trained on Muñoz. Derek and Sol both had two handguns out and pointed them to the four goons in the room, two were Muñoz’s men and two belonged to Santos. Brady had my back, bringing up the rear, his A5 also pointed to Santos. That left me free to roam and I stepped further into the room; my hate, rage, and fury all pointed at one dead fucking man.
I warned his ass, didn’t I? You heard me warn him. Well, I guess he wanted to test me or didn’t believe me. Whatever. I was here and I was out for blood.
We were in a conference room with a huge picture window facing the backyard. There was a very large rectangle wooden table in the center of the room surrounded by about twelve chairs. A large piece of furniture that took up most of the room. There were also pictures and shit on the walls, but my focus was on the dumbass that started to stand, his eyes hard, cold and zeroed on me.
“There is something completely fucking wrong with you,” Santos barked, then said some shit in Spanish I didn’t quite get, nor did I care.
