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“Who are you calling?” Isabelle asks.
“Just wait,” I reply impatiently.
The last time I saw any of the Dark Kings was at the Mancini Mansion in Long Island, during Connor and Mia’s wedding—yes, he married the fucking mafia princess—as gunfire broke out. At Nathan’s request, I ran out of the venue with Isabelle in my arms.
“Decker,” Mack grunts as he finally answers.
Thank fuck.
“I’ve got the girl,” I say. “Shit has blown up here. We’re heading to the border, but Garcia has cartel members everywhere. Let her fr—”
“My friends. Mia and Sienna!” Isabelle cries as I turn slightly, and she leaps off the bed and tries to climb up my massive six-foot-four frame to get the phone.
For fuck's sake.
I know she’s scared, and I’m trying to be patient, but between the intense sexual tension between us and being on the run, I’m running short right now.
“Let me talk,” I grunt, scooping her up and placing her back on the bed.
“Izzy!” a female voice cries through the phone, and I rub my forehead with two fingers as Isabelle leaps up again.
“Sen! Sen! Is that you?”
I take a step back because having a blue-eyed blonde clawing at your pecs when you want to toss her back on the bed and spread her thighs is not conducive to saving the fair maiden.
And I’m not a knight in shining fucking armor.
“Mack? You still there?” I grumble as I glare at Isabelle in a dark warning.
She pouts.
“Where are you, man?” Mack replies.
“Izzy?”
Okay, this time, both Isabelle and I share a surprised look.
Mia had been shot and neither of us knew if she’d lived.
“Mia! Oh my God.” Isabelle’s eyes well up and she wipes at them angrily. Then she adds, “Please come and save me from this monster.”
My brows shoot up.
What.
The.
Fuck.
“Are you kidding me right now? I saved your ungrateful ass,” I growl as she comes for the phone again. “Stop it. I’m two hundred and forty pounds. Just sit the fuck down.”
She slaps at me as I point at the bed.
Lord, give me patience.
“Listen, I’m bringing Isabelle home. If I don’t kill her myself first. Give me a few days. If you don’t hear from me by then, I’ll need an evac.”
“Roger that,” Connor says to me.
