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All the men, excluding Quinn, chuckle, and I roll my eyes.
Men—tell them a dick joke, and they’re putty in your hands.
The henchmen pass Quinn the rest of the guns, and he quickly places them into his backpack, never meeting my eyes. I pull out some bills from my pocket and walk confidently toward the hero, handing him the roll of cash.
“We good?” I ask, watching him mentally count the cash.
“Si, señorita. You need anything else, you come see me.” He gives me a greasy wink before he whistles to his guards, and they come running like the good dogs.
Quinn straps his backpack onto his shoulders, and I know he is attempting to rein in his temper by the way he clenches his jaw tightly. Reaching for his hand and giving it a light, reassuring squeeze, we cautiously walk backward toward the exit, not stupid enough to turn our backs to these criminals. Only when we walk through the beaded curtain do we turn around.
“Gracias,” I tell the store clerk, who is openly counting her cash.
She barely registers our presence, which suits us just fine.
Quinn yanks on my hand the moment we exit and spins me around, forcing me up against a wall, his huge body shrouding mine.
Stunned, I gasp, “What the fu…” Before I can finish, his lips smash onto mine, almost suffocating me with his fierce passion.
I’m left breathless with his fury, but I match everything he gives me, fisting his long hair between my fingers, yanking it to match the insane rhythm of our lips.
We’re almost one, as we are pressed chest to chest, and I have no room to move. But I welcome it and lead one hand down his back, cupping his firm ass and squeezing tight.
He moans in his throat with the forceful contact, and I bite his lip, sucking his piercing into my mouth, pulling with force. He melts underneath me, and I feel powerful. I feel alive.
Quinn pulls away, but not before biting my lower lip, and it pops as he lets it go.
“What was that for?” I ask once I catch my breath.
Quinn’s eyes are absorbed in black, heated pools of desire, expressing how turned on he is.
He runs a finger down my cheek while toying with his lip ring. “Because I knew you were a badass, but seeing you in action, fuck, Red, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
I bite my lip, flushed by his comment and the passionate kiss.
I guess life-or-death situations prioritize what’s important. And what’s important to me is Quinn.
“Let’s get back to the hotel.”
Shaking my head clear of wicked, naked Quinn images, I reach for his hand because that’s a very good idea.
As we walk down the alleyway, silent and lost in thought, Quinn smirks. “So you’ve handled bigger, huh?”
I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads from cheek to cheek.
See? Putty in your hands.
As we hide our weapons in the closet, the front door closes, announcing Justin’s arrival.
“You still want to find out what his deal is?” Quinn whispers, jutting his chin out toward the living room.
“You bet.”
Quinn sits on the end of our bed, his legs spread out wide.
“If we get nothing out of him, we call it a day, okay? We’ve got enough to deal with, and some old boyfriend with a raging hard-on for you is low on our priority list.”
“Okay,” I reply, trying not to cringe at the gross analogy.
