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“Why do you need to know?” I ask the psycho with the bat as he raises it again. “She has protection from your boss. I personally wouldn’t mess with her.”
I’m trying to redirect him as I struggle to get my left arm out of the ropes. It doesn’t help that my legs are quickly going numb, but I have to do something.
“God, so damned stubborn,” he grunts. Lifting the bat again, he shrugs. “Oh well, it’s not my hand,” he smirks.
Horrified, I watch him start to bring the bat down, my eyesight tunneling to this one moment. How do I feel about Layla Campbell?
I feel everything.
“I love her, you motherfucking asshole!” I scream, managing to get my arm out of the rope. Reaching across at lightning speed, I grab Numbskull number three and pull him into the way of the bat. Numbskull number one pulls his swing but not fast enough and hits a glancing blow off his skull.
At Numbskull number three’s scream, I grin. Not so numb after all, huh. The other two look on in horror, but I’m already yanking my arm out of the groaning guy’s grip and untying my legs.
“Well that took a turn,” chuckles a voice I know well. Jaw dropping as the rest of the lights turn on, I tune out the bumbling idiots cursing around me as I see Tyler.
“You’re shitting me,” I whisper.
“And you’re in love with my girl.” Tyler shrugs as he walks over to untie me. We’re in some kind of warehouse. What the hell is happening?! “Let me introduce you to my work colleagues, the Ahearn brothers.”
Straightening, the three numbskulls pull off their masks. The last one is still rubbing his head and groaning, making me smirk.
“The first guy is Ronan and the oldest of the three brothers,” Tyler explains. Something in how they carry themselves is so similar, which is why I thought they were brothers. “The second is Sean, who is a bit of an ass.”
Sean shoots Tyler the bird like any self-respecting man would. He’s dark-blond with light-blue eyes, and they’re all very tall. Funny enough, my interaction with him was pretty brief, butit was enough for me to see that he enjoys getting under people’s skin.
“I’m injured,” the last brother whines.
“You kidnapped me,” I remind him, rolling my eyes as I work the blood through my legs. Pins and needles hit my system, making me wince. I’m beating the hell out of Tyler as soon as I can stand without falling.
“The whiny one is Finn,” Tyler chuckles. “This bullshit with Layla needs to end. I don’t want my girl to hurt anymore. You clearly want her.”
“Aye, I do,” I tell him, noting how the three brothers no longer have an Irish accent. Damn fakers. “I’m trying to make it up to her. Apologies and I aren’t friends.”
“Well as long as you don’t do any dumb shit, we’re good,” Tyler says, offering his hand.
Taking it, I stand and punch him in his face. The brothers yell and chuckle, making me bark out a laugh in amusement. Clearly, they have no problems with him receiving his comeuppance. Letting go of Tyler’s hand to allow him to crumple to the ground, I nod. “Now we’re good,” I tell him.
He’ll have a black eye to match the first one, as it should be. Asshole looked lopsided before.
“Can we get out of here now?” I ask, arching my brow at the men around me.
“Yeah, we can. Damn, I think you’re going to fit in just fine. Just remember, Tyler is quiet but just as dangerous as any man. Don’t fuck up with the girl,” Finn grunts. He has a bump on his head, and they’ll probably have to watch for a concussion.
“Sorry about your noggin,” I tell him. “Heat of the moment and all.”
“Awe, don’t ruin the moment by being all nice,” he teases as he steps over Tyler. “Let’s get out of here. It’s a shitty part of town, after all.”
Tyler groans as he sits up, and I ignore him as I walk around him. He can sort himself out. I just want to see Atlas and my girl.
Layla, you are mine. You just don’t know it yet.
ATLAS
I’m wearing a hole in the carpet right now. When I came downstairs with Layla and Draven, there was an empty ice bucket in the middle of the hallway, an abandoned key card, and no Mav. The hotel room yielded much of the same, except there was a cute little note for Layla and a fruit plate.
I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.
“I’m going to call the police,” I grunt. “Where the fuck is Tyler? Did you know he’s tracking our phones? I would have him track Mav except he didn’t even bring it with him.”
