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“And I told you I wasn’t leaving without you. You’re wasting time.”
“Jesus fuck, Mia.” He raked a hand through his dark hair.
His intense blue gaze shot daggers at me for a moment. And then something else—he had wanted me to go home because he wanted at least one of us to survive this ordeal for our baby.
“Behind those pallets.” He pointed. “I’ll cover you.”
“No, you take that one. Vic’s got it.”
“The old man should know better than…” He puffed out a breath. “Go.”
The heat of his anger bore through my skin, sending tendrils of heat directly to my veins. But we would deal with that later. First, we had to get to safety by blowing up the place. As I darted to the spot Tyler had said, I realized the device in my hand had a long wire attached to it. How were Tyler and Manny planning to detonate all the devices? I had to trust Tyler—trust that he would want to stay alive for us.
As soon as I started to make my way back, Tyler’s voice boomed over the intercom. I could only assume Manny had hacked into all their systems. Thank God for those boys, Manny and Tom. “Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t belong to you. Go home. You have thirty seconds to get yourself out. We have eyes everywhere. If I see any one of you trying to save the product, my men will shoot you dead.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, hoping the Irish didn’t know Vic and I were the “my men” in this scenario. The reaction to Tyler’s words spread in a domino effect. First, one guy’s creepy laugh rumbled in the back of the room, then another and another. They were calling his bluff because a proper criminal would not have given them a way out. But Tyler was a good guy. He didn’t belong in my world. My worst fear was that one of these days his kindness would be his downfall.
Shots pelted around us as we headed for the only way out. Over the loud roar of the guns, the familiar sizzle of a burning wire made me pick up the pace. Blood pumped hard and fast through me as I darted toward our only exit. Within seconds, the fuse had ignited, and the first pipe bomb went off. The eerie quiet that followed compelled me to look back. Tyler grabbed me by the elbow and rushed me away from the compromised building.
A street over, Manny had the SUV ready for us. We jumped in the back seat, and as soon as Vic’s body landed on the passenger seat, Manny slammed on the accelerator, and the vehicle careened away from the scene.
“Jesus.” I shifted my weight to face the now burning warehouse. “We’re lucky the police didn’t catch wind of the shooting.”
“It wasn’t luck.” Tyler reached for me and pulled me into his arms. “I called Rex.”
“What?” I made to face him, but he held me tighter. “You called the guy who could snap his fingers and make all your guys shoot you on the spot?”
“Yeah, I called that Rex.”
“What now?” I fully relaxed my body against his solid muscled frame. Not because I thought calling Rex was a real solution, but because Tyler’s scent and his energy always had a calming effect on me. He was home. He was everything I ever wanted in a man—strength, brains, and yeah, even his kind heart.
“It’s not ideal.” His deep voice broke the rhythmic dance of the car tires against the smooth asphalt. “In this case, Rex is the lesser of two evils. We can’t have the FBI interfering again.”
“Clifton is no longer our problem. Rex saw to that.”
Special Agent in Charge, Clifton, had been the mastermind behind a plan to expose Rex and his secret organization and bring them down. Because of him, Tyler had to turn double agent for the FBI and the ATF. Clifton was a madman.
“Plenty of other agents still know who I am. They’ll let us be. But the minute they need a favor from me…” He stopped to inhale, and his chest rose and fell. “Don’t think they’re above using you and the baby as leverage.”
I had to agree with him. Even someone as ruthless as Rex was better than the FBI. If the Society backed us up, we had a chance at surviving the hostile takeover the Irish were hell-bent on carrying out sooner rather than later. Tonight, they came at us with everything they had. Mounting a fully operational warehouse in secret, this fast, took resources and a shit-ton of motivation.
Tyler fished his phone from the back pocket of his pants and tapped the screen. “Rossi, here.” He used his business tone, which meant Rex was on the other side of the conversation. “It’s done.” He waited a few seconds, then replied, “Yes, we’re in.” He ended the call.
I wrapped my arm around his torso and held him tight. I didn’t want to think about tomorrow and the implications of everything that happened tonight. Manny pulled into the private garage of our building and stopped in front of the elevator bay that led straight into the Rossi penthouse.
“Go home. Get some rest,” Tyler ordered when Vic and Manny made to exit the SUV.
When they both froze, Tyler grabbed my hand and climbed out. I did my best to keep up with him until we reached the safety of the elevator car. Two seconds after we started our ascent, he hit the emergency button. I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, but in that moment, his lips collided with mine.
His kiss was urgent and erratic as he undid the straps of his bulletproof vest. I helped him out of it, then he helped with mine. A moan echoed in the small space, and I couldn’t tell if that was me or him. In the next breath, he turned me to face the mirrored panel. His hands were all over me—kneading my breasts, my butt cheeks, and my pussy. Every rough stroke was a reminder that he owned me, body and soul, that he had already conquered every inch of me, that I was his.
Another sound echoed between us. This time, I was sure it was my own desperate groan that escaped my throat—a plea to not make me wait, a promise of surrender. He pulled down my pants without preamble and entered me from behind. I reached back, taking handfuls of his sweaty hair as he pumped hard into me. This wasn’t lovemaking. Tyler was fucking me as if trying to teach me a lesson, teach me to obey him. Or maybe he meant it as punishment for staying put.
Gripping my hip with one hand and my breast with the other, he plunged into me harder and harder until an orgasm ripped through me with the same urgency as his rough strokes and the engulfing flames from the warehouse. The heat I had felt on my back now moved down to my core. I squeezed my eyes shut and saw the building burning down. “Tyler.” I clung to him as my walls clenched around his hard cock, aching for more. “Tyler,” I repeated, over and over, while he continued to claim me, filling me until he found his own release.
“Fuck, Mia. How many times are you going to save my life?” He panted in the shell of my ear.
“Every goddamn time.” I fought back tears. “You can’t leave me, Tyler. I can’t do this alone. I can’t keep my family safe without you.”
