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This was where the rubber met the road. He wanted her desperately and he wanted her to give it to him willingly, but she wasn’t ready. Her boyfriend could walk away in anger. Her Dom needed to be better than that. He needed to give her what she thought she needed until he could convince her that he knew better than she did what that was.
Taking a deep breath he said, “Of course I want you. You’re a beautiful, intelligent, vibrant woman who makes me have the most delicious and devious fantasies. There are so many things I want to get you to experience, but if you’re too afraid—” He knew challenging her courage might provoke her into admitting what she truly wanted. “—I understand, and I’ll try not to put you in uncomfortable situations.”
“I’m not afraid of you—”
“Not me, specifically, but of what I represent. Whatever burden it is you carry, you’ll need to deal with it to have what we could have. You’ll have to let me in. You’ll have to trust me more than you’ve trusted the men you serve with. I get it. I’m willing to give you time, Miley. What I’m not willing to do is to be your good-time boy. I want more than that. I’m worth more than that,” he said, turning away and walking toward the balcony, realizing he meant it. He didn’t just want a couple of weeks or months; he wanted forever.
He hadn’t even registered she was moving until she came flying off the desk, smashing into him and taking him down violently to the floor. His brain barely had time to understand he was on the floor with Miley covering his body before the window shattered and glass sprayed all over the place.
“Brock? Jimmy? Report. Seth, did you see or hear anything?” she said into her comm unit.
“What the fuck happened, Miley?” asked Seth.
“We were in Damon’s office, and I saw a red dot on his shirt. It came from across the back alley.”
“I’m moving,” said Brock.
“No,” commanded Miley, taking charge. “Brock, we’re coming to you. We need to move and move fast. If that wasn’t a lone shooter, they could be planning to breach the building. I want us out of here before we call the cops.”
Damon got to his feet, helping Miley up before walking to the side wall of his office, opening a safe and removing several guns, ensuring they were loaded.
He turned to see Miley grinning at him. “Damon has us armed, and we’re on our way down.”
“Jimmy will be waiting for you at the elevator. I’ve been with the vehicle the whole time,” said Brock.
“I’ve got a call in to the cops, but with that big charity event, they’re stretched kind of thin, so I think it’s best we plan as if we’re on our own,” said Seth.
Miley put her ear to the door, hoping if someone was there, she might be able to hear him or her. Nothing. She opened the door a crack and before she could even peek around it, a shot fired hitting the door from the opposite side.
“I’ve got a shooter on my floor to the right of the door to Damon’s office.”
“Fuck. How’d they get up there?” snarled Jimmy. “On my way.”
“Tell him I’ve unlocked the elevator for him to use; that’ll bring him up behind the shooter,” said Damon.
“Did you hear?” asked Miley.
“I did. Tell Mr. Knox thank you. Let’s see if we can’t surprise whoever it is.”
Everything in Damon wanted to push Miley behind him—to put himself between her and danger, but he knew she’d never allow it. While he may have been a commando at one point, as Fitz had pointed out, he wasn’t as sharp as he’d been back then. He had to believe Fitz knew exactly what Miley was capable of. After all, she’d knocked him to the ground without any trouble at all. Perhaps they’d do some role playing around that kind of thing.
Within no time at all there was the distinctive sound of a flash bang and then two different handguns firing.
“Shooter is down,” said Jimmy. “I repeat, shooter is down.”
When they opened the door, Jimmy was checking for a pulse. He looked up and shook his head.
“Seth, any idea of the kind of firepower we’re looking at?” asked Miley calmly as they moved past the shooter.
“Security footage shows two vehicles. Three guys each got out of them. I don’t know how I missed that,” said Seth. “No sign of psycho-bitch. Looks like she sent some of her father’s goons as opposed to getting her hands dirty herself.”
“Probably because they’re professionals. We’re in the elevator headed to the lobby and then to Brock.”
“Fuck,” said Brock over the comm. “One of them got in here. He grazed me, but he won’t be a problem.”
“Two down; four to go,” said Miley. “Everybody stay sharp. Seth, have the cops picked up that we’re under fire?”
“Not yet, but I’m tapping into their dispatch system. They’ll know in just a minute,” said Seth. “Miley, there’s a back staircase. If it’s secure, it might be safer than the elevator. If the shooters don’t know about it, they’ll be focused on it.” There was a slight pause. “Mother fucker. Two of them are in the lobby now—one behind the reception desk and one behind a big pillar. You can’t actually miss the guy behind the pillar—too much pasta; he doesn’t fit.”
