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“Capiche,” I hear before the sound of the call ending. Chicago Mafia wants to throw that out at me and doesn’t even know how to say it! Bastard!
“This way,” Jay says, pulling my body snug against his own, guiding me toward the next turn in the pathway. It is a small dark area, no way could a vehicle of any size enter it, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be people waiting for a chance to jump anyone stupid enough to walk into their territory.
He takes my hands and unlocks the cuffs with a key. The confusion on my face is apparent. “Angel, I’ll explain later. Right now there’s a ton of heat heading toward us. Let’s get into that alleyway and my team will pick us up,” Jay says, repeating Nate’s direction into his headset.
“Roger that!” Jay says, taking my hand in his and guiding me forward.
We’ve made it halfway to the pick up when I slow. I don’t know exactly what happened, but all of a sudden, my body feels numb. If Jay thinks my father will allow this, he doesn’t know a thing about that man. It settles in my thoughts that he is whispered to be the most merciless person in Chicago and will kill you with a smile on his face.
“Sasha, move, faster than you ever have. We have three blocks to go, and my team will pick us up. Our lives and that of Matt depend on it,” I hear Jay saying, and that brings me into the present. The hard sound of his voice, instructing me, propels me forward.
“Ready, set, go, race to the end!” I yell, entirely unprepared for the danger ahead.
9
JAY
I give her instructions,and before I even have my bearings, she’s off. Fuck, my angel can move!
Adorable, she thinks she can outrun me, but then the reality that she is ahead and could quickly be snatched from a crossing alleyway in the next three blocks propels me forward. I quickly catch up to her, but purposely don’t overtake her. She’s on a high, running for her life, and while she’s the fittest woman I know, she has no height on me and isn’t subjected to the grind that I put myself and my team through every morning before the billionaires we protect are even contemplating waking.
We are three-quarters of the way down a long alley when my headset beeps, alerting me to the danger ahead, but not before the black Lincoln slides into place across the entrance to our north. I listen to Nick’s instruction and with a burst of speed catch Sasha around the waist, ducking and rolling with her body pulled tightly against mine, protecting her from the pavement as we skim across the roadside and land behind the garbage dumpster.
She’s not hurt, I’ve made sure of that, but she’s trembling in my arms, and I know the emotional tolls of the night are just too fucking much for her. “Sasha, look at me, Angel. You’re safe, why are you crying?” I say, stroking the softness of her cheek.
She doesn’t answer or lift her eyes in acknowledgment of my question. I swallow, knowing I need to have patience with her, being kidnapped, being so scared that she made a decision to run, only to be captured by my ass and now being stalked by a mafia Lincoln. What the fuck isn’t there to be scared about?
She says it so quietly that if my ear weren’t inches from that beautiful little mouth of hers, I would have missed it. “My own father wants to kill me. There has to be a reason nobody loves me.”
Dammit! Somehow she’s recognized their vehicle, and she blames herself for this! I lift her chin to mine. “You listen to me. He’s a piece of shit hood born into the right family, got lucky, made his way up the ranks, and he has nothing to do with you! Got that? He may be responsible for you being on this earth, but he’s nothing of a father,” I say not intending to be so gruff, but it pisses me off that he can bring her to tears and make her feel unwanted. I know now exactly why she feels so unloved and will do anything to feel loved and accepted by anyone.
She doesn’t answer, just shivers in my arms as I hold her close, the tears of her sadness dampening my shirt. The moon and shadows of the alley allow me to see the glistening tears rolling down her cheeks. While I would love nothing more than to comfort her at this very moment, I need to be ready to move as soon as we get the word and revert my eyes back to the long-ass alley. There’s a quarter mile of space between them and us and at least three side crossing lanes in between. I know that any minute I am going to get the word that we need to move toward the entrance of one of them, and we need to be ready.
I keep my eye on the car at the end of the alleyway, the parked one standing between me and my ability to get my angel out of this alive. Even with my eyes on the target, I have a deep-seated need to bring her comfort and my hand slides against the long curve of her neck, stroking her against the pulse I feel there.
“Easy Angel, we’re going to play a little game,” I say, still watching the alley.
“Okay.”
It’s one word, but it’s all the reaction I need. She’s so responsive, so submissive. She doesn’t have a clue what her needs are, and my dick aches with heaviness as I think about teaching her.
“We’re going to play truth or dare,” I say.
“Here?” she asks as I wipe her tears and chance a brief glance into her eyes. She’s interested, and I would love to look into the depths of emotion mirrored in blue eyes, but dammit I need to watch the road.
“Yes here, but we’ll pay up later. Tell me... What’s your favorite sexual position?” I ask, smirking, chancing a quick glance in her direction, surprised when her eyes light up. I thought she would at least pretend shock or something, but no, my angel knows what she wants, and she wants this, right now.
“I can say truth or dare?” she asks, and the seductive lilt to her voice and warm breath right against my ear turns me right the fuck on.
“Your pick, Angel,” I say, feeling her heartbeat pulse a little harder against my chest while my dick grows as hard as steel as I watch the car down the alley for any movement.
“Dare,” she says, surprising the fuck out of me. Maybe she thinks we’re going to start off with some small-scale little dares, but I don’t think so.
“Okay Angel, you could’ve taken the easy way out, but you didn’t. I dare you to lie on my bed face down when I take you home. I will give you instruction, and you will obey.”
Her sharp inhalation of breath and the slightest shift of her little pussy against my crotch makes it difficult to move or demand an answer, but before I need to, she responds.
“Okay, you get me home safe, and you can do whatever you choose,” Sasha whispers against my ear, but her body stiffens suddenly, and my chest tightens knowing that my angel is still scared. She doesn’t know we’ll get her out of this shit alive.
