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“Here we fucking go.” Bish straightens cuffs that don’t need straightening, then pulls a pistol from the glovebox. He passes it to Reese, who cocks the barrel so smoothly, his arm veins pop against tanned skin.
Illegal forearm porn.
Bishop takes in my flinch, watching me like a sweater with a loose thread. My pulse races faster than the car.
He’s the one who’ll pick apart my lies.
Instead of calling me out, Bish offers the grip of another pistol. “Can you handle a .45?”
“Sure.” It’s heavier than I like, but any weapon’s better than none when my best defense is benched.
“Give me Dutch’s piece.” Reese snatches it away, passing me his slightly smaller gun instead. “This is about to be the Wild West.”
The grip’s warm from his bandaged palm, and he handles guns even better than he handles a bat.
Looks like I missed a few key chapters of their secret history.
When the hell did my guys go to spy school?
After the past few years, military training should be a turn-off, but these guys never follow my rules.
At this point, Reese could give me a flu shot and I’d swoon.
Pressing a finger to his lips, Jin answers the call.
“Where’s the girl?” An alpha voice whips.
“She’s here. Unconscious.” Jin hits the gas and waves us lower in our seats. “I’m taking her off grid.”
“Bring her to me,” Kairo barks.
I love how Jin doesn’t waver under the command. He finds my eyes and his shoulders rise. “She’s too injured. Drugged. We had to sedate her.”
“Bitten?”
“No,” Jin says roughly, scraping my heart.
“Give me your coordinates. My men will—”
“Father?” Jin lifts his voice. “We’re going through the tunnel. You’re breaking up.”
“Su-Jin—”
Jin flicks his phone to airplane mode, forcing the call to drop, and casually cutting across five lanes of traffic to hit the first exit at the end of the bridge. The Triad car screeches its brakes, missing the turn. “That buys us more time.”
I manage not to fan myself but holy anointed shit.
If not mates, why hot?
Bishop’s head-shake doesn’t shift a hair out of place. “Not enough. Should we call for reinforcements?”
“Not that. Not yet.” Jin is going to crash us with this no-look driving thing, but I forget to complain when our gazes snap so tight, the click rattles my spine. “What do you want?”
What I want is to bail on the roadside, hop a plane going anywhere, and put at least three countries I can’t pronounce between me and the pack I’ll never stop craving.
I sigh. “A shower. I need to wash off these alphas.”
Three feral growls rock my already rattled backbone.
