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“Because I made copies of all your dark web files and sent it to the cops.”
He laughs. “I own the cops.”
“Some of them. Maybe. But I sent it to enough cops that you can’t be sure one of them won’t pass it along to the top cop or worse, the Feds.”
I smile despite staring down the barrel of his gun. “One final tip,” I tell him and glance over at Bowie. “You should really have a VPN if you’re going to be on the dark web. You never know who’s watching you. Who wants to find you and do sick horrible things to you. To your gang.”
Hector’s expression is pure black as he stares down at me. “Hope you enjoyed that, bitch, since it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.” And then he gives me a sick grin.
With tears in my eyes, I know my time has run out. Preacher and his friends aren’t coming. It’s just me, on my own, as usual. One tear falls for my girls, Mom and Ro, who will worry about me until my body is found.
“One more dead bitch in the port is just another nail in the Reckless Souls coffin.”
Or never. My body is never going to be found.They will spend the rest of their lives wondering what happened to me. I don’t want Ro to think I left to start a new life without her.I would never do that to you, Ro. Best Bitches for life.
I open my eyes and look at Hector, who returns the same blank expression he’s been wearing since his thugs dumped me at his feet. But just then, the front and back doors burst open at the same time. More noise sounds from an opening I can’t see just behind Hector’s back. Is this real? I hold my breath to see what happens next.
To the left, I spot Coop pointing his gun at Hector; to the right, I see Preacher with one man lying still at his feet.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I whisper and slump forward just as a deafening crack sounds in my left ear. I fall backward, and everything goes black.
* * *
I don’t knowhow much time passes with my ears ringing like crazy and my eyes shut so tight that stars are swimming behind my lids. Eventually, the ringing lessens, and all I hear is chaos all around me.
Bullets fly, and bodies fall to the ground at a rapid clip.
I curl into a tighter ball as if that can save me, but I’m too scared, frozen in place, to actually do anything to save myself. A hand grabs my ankle and drags me across the hard floor, and I don’t even fight it as hard as I should. I shoot a few obligatory kicks, and I’m sure I say something, but everything sounds muffled.
“Gia, babe, look at me.” I hear the words, but they sound like they’re coming from under water. Even through the smell of gunpowder, though, I’d recognize that scent anywhere.
My eyes open to the most welcome fucking sight, one I didn’t think I would ever see again.
“Preacher Man. What a goddamn welcome vision you are.”
His full lips curve into a smile that fades as Bowie runs toward him at full speed. His gaze leaves mine for less than a second, just long enough to aim and shoot and send Bowie to hell where he belongs. Then his beautiful face turns back to me. “Good to see you too, Gia. Are you all right?”
I nod, so happy to see him, happier that he came for me, so delirious with joy that I can’t speak.
Preacher takes my hands gently and guides me over two dead bodies before he pulls me into the backyard, where the sun has already started to sink below the horizon. He cups my face and puts his forehead to mine.
“I’m gonna need you to say something, Gia. Prove to me that you’re all right.”
I smile and sag against his warm, hard body. “You know, the blood splatter on the face look is kind of working for me.”
He laughs, and even though it’s muffled, the vibration shoots through me and sends shivers throughout my body.
“Thank you for coming for me, Preach.”
With our foreheads pressed together, he wraps his arms around me and squeezes. “Always,” he whispers in my ear.
Always sounds pretty fucking good to me. It’s what I want. I know that now. He probably feels guilty that I was kidnapped on his watch.
“Thank you,” I whisper again and look inside the house to see Shades dragging Hector toward the door by his throat, and all I can think is,holy fucking hotness.
For the first time ever, I see real fear in Hector’s eyes.
Good. “Couldn’t happen to a more worthy asshole,” I say to myself.
