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Sitting next to her, I grip one of her thighs and drag her over my lap so she straddles me. Bringing her head to my chest, I hold her tightly, maybe enjoying her soft curves a little more than I should. “Listen to my heartbeat. Just listen. We have nowhere to be right now.”
Yeah. I definitely like her in my arms a little too much.
“Wh-wh-why d-d-did they d-d-d-do this?” Her stuttering seems to get worse.
Blowing out a breath, I don’t think it’s possible to really understand acts like this. “Those two”—I nod to the dead bodies—“were here looking for a girl that broke up with one of them because he hit her. They wanted to scare her.”She was at home.She was the only reason we knew anything might happen. The girl is the one who called in the threat to the school. “But they needed someone to get them in. Which was where the other one came in. I don’t believe he was expecting them to bring guns, though.”
Her elegant fingers grip my shirt so tightly that she pulls it from the waistband of my jeans and wriggles around in my lap. A lot. Too much.
Fuck.
I feel the beast rising, and I know she’s about to feel it in a second, too. Placing my hands on her hips to prevent her from moving further, my body acts on its own by pulling her closer and nestling her fully against my rigid length.
There’s no denying it now.
She freezes, and I wait for her disgust.
Seconds tick by, turning into minutes, until finally, Magnolia leans back and looks me in the eye. “That’s not normal, right?”
“What?” She’s old enough to know it’s normal for a man.
“For me to be okay with…” She points to where our bodies meet. “I should be appalled, shouldn’t I?”
Shrugging, I haven’t a fucking clue what she should be. “I’m not sure what you’re looking for here, pet.” Getting to my feet, I intend to set her down, but she clings to me like a monkey. “Planning to let me go so I can get us out of here, little one?”
“I can’t.” Her fevered breath on my ear makes my dick twitch. He’s a devilish bastard today.
“Sure you can. You release me, and we walk out of here.” Her head shakes viciously, tousled red hair cascading around us like a waterfall, and all I can picture is how it would sway as she goes down on me.
I’m going straight to hell. First class ticket.
Clearing my throat, I begin walking out of the classroom and into the hallway. “You’re coming with me, then.” Not many women want that once they discover who I am and what I’m willing to do to get what I want.
I kill for money. I kill for mercy. I kill…because it’s what I’m good at.
Today, when I was called in by the school director because of the danger, my one and only job was to get the kids out and ensure the only one who died was the one posing the threat.
I was prepared to do that.
Except he wasn’t armed; he likely hadn’t known how far those boys were willing to go, and he was a child himself.
I have rules. I don’t kill innocent women, and I don’t kill kids. I track when needed and do what has to be done, but nobody dies by my hand that doesn’t truly deserve it.
“Where, uhm, where are you going?” She still doesn’t loosen her hold.
“Home.” Stepping into the heat and away from the building, I see the carnage left in my wake because nobody would let me into the school until the second spurt of gunfire, and for the first time in my life, I don’t want someone to witness what I’m capable of. “Keep your eyes closed.” She nods but otherwise doesn’t say a word.
I didn’t kill anyone today, but medics were required, and there might have been a couple of broken bones involved. My intent was to keep a school filled with children safe. If men got hurt, it was their own fucking fault for getting in my way when I was called to solve the problem they couldn’t.
“What’s your name?”
“Cage Craven.”
“It suits you.” Her words are barely a whisper.
After meeting the precious woman in my arms, my priorities have shifted slightly. I’m not sure if it’s due to my attraction to her, the haunted way she begged not to die, or the aftermath of working with the Cardarelli’s in Italy when I lingered longer than I should have.
“Why are you here?” She hinted about something happening at home, and now I’m curious. Everyone watches us as I walk past with the terrified teacher in my arms. My Jeep is only two blocks away.
