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Armon’s indifferent tone returned. “Let me guess, some had to flee now that the war has effectively ended. And you trust Tomas in their stead?”
Effectively ended? I wasn’t certain what Armon meant or how it impacted everyone here and now. Whatever he hinted at, which was lost to me, was understood by Tomas, whose steps slowed. The curious furrow that captured the mercenary’s brow suggested Armon said something he hadn’t wanted to hear.
“My crew is all here,” Bobby spat, using his other hand to yank my hair so my head tilted to the ceiling. “Bring that fucking collar here, Tomas!”
The mercenary’s jaw flexed, and his head turned Armon’s direction. Maybe Armon came with a plan after all, or maybe he was bluffing. But now that Bobby’s wrath shifted to me, Armon wouldn’t be playing games. Still, it was only Armon and possibly Tomas’ crew. Maybe not all, but some of Bobby’s men looked like professional murderers.
“Tides have turned,” Armon said to Tomas, calmer and more in control than ever. “War criminals aren’t going to fare too well if they don’t get out of this country fast.” And Tomas was definitely the type of man who would take advantage of war in the crimes he committed. One couldn’t think his scarred face could pale further, but it had.
At the same moment, the weathered mercenary turned to his men, the pressure of Bobby’s gun barrel pressed against my temple.
Tomas’ goons raised their pistols toward me.
There may have been cold metal prodding my head, but Armon’s comforting gray gaze claimed mine, pulling me past the fear that had stilled my breath. Those guns weren’t pointed at me, they were pointed at the man threatening me.
“I’ll do it,” the obese man growled, spittle landing on my shoulder.
Time seemed to slow as the silent standoff continued. It felt a bit like waiting in hopes Armon might give me an order, as Katya had. Though Bobby’s attention would follow Armon’s every action, and that gun would fire on me if the obese man felt he would lose.
A loud slam from behind had Bobby jerk me to face the other direction. I’d never been so happy to see Cade, whose pistol was also aimed at the fat man threatening me. Two other men were with him, their guns aimed at Bobby’s thugs.
I struggled to remain on my toes and felt like he would pull my arms off with his grip. The man twisted me like a cloth doll as he attempted to decide who the greater threat to him was.
“I’m going to give you a choice, Bobby.” Armon said the man’s name as though he spoke down to a child. Any choice Armon gave the man would be a losing one, of that I was certain.
The gun pressed harder to my temple with a pain that had tears blur my vision. “You’ve been bluffing,” Bobby hissed. I felt the gun leave my head, most likely to aim at Nikki. It seemed my vile captor didn’t know what to make of Armon’s behaviors toward me and Nikki.
He slowly sauntered our direction, every bit the menacing man I knew he could be. And the savior I knew would save me.
“Tomas, do your job!” Bobby’s gun may have been set on Armon’s wife, but the other fat hand tried to wrap my throat.
“You can attempt to negotiate with Tomas, who needs someone with personal access to a plane for a quick flight secured out of this country.” Armon didn’t lose an ounce of composure as he slowed and reached out to Tomas, who warily handed over a pistol. Armon’s slow steps continued, his cold stare on Bobby as he fiddled with the clip of the weapon. “Or you can get on your knees right now.”
In a way, I wondered if Armon was testing me. With he and Cade armed and in charge, I knew I had nothing to fear from the situation. Armon would want me to defend myself. He’d perfectly shot a man’s hand who held a blade to my neck. Right now, only sausage fingers were at my throat.
Jerking forward, I kicked upward from my toes and brought my knees high to land a heel on the man. I could only hope it was his crotch I hit before I began to flail in air, my feet coming down and padding at the floor for purchase.
The loud burst of a shot had my ears ringing, and my swinging form uncertain it was unharmed.
Bobby roared from behind me before a very loud thud that had to have been the crash of his large body to the floor. A scraping sound came from where the large man had fallen, then his gun slid forward on the floor.
My toes wiggled and pawed at the flooring, slightly lifting me to relieve the pressure at my shoulders. Nothing ever made me feel as good as the sight of Armon as he strode my way with that sultry hunger I knew well.
From behind, I could hear the growls and heavy breaths of the despicable man who had attempted to hurt me and my child. Armon’s child. A child who needed a world to live in where people like this monstrous Bobby were eliminated.
Armon didn’t spare a glance to anyone but me when he lowered the gun to the end of the table. “You know how much your violence turns me on.” He leaned down and picked up Bobby’s snub-nosed pistol before continuing in my direction.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Sasha
Not that I’d done anything someone might consider violent. I defended myself, and not even in a very useful way.
I licked my lips as he drew close. The way he studied my face had heat build between my legs, but it only increased when his fingertips teased my outer thighs, finding that perfect spot to grip before he lifted me, so my legs wrapped over his hips. He wasn’t lying about being turned on, and I loved every hard inch of his cock pressed against me.
“You finish deal.” Tomas interrupted from where he stood behind Armon and spoke loud.
“Of course, Tomas,” Armon said, face closing in on mine. “Now then, Sweet One.”
