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How would anyonenotlove her?
Stefan, the prick that he is, had been right about one thing: Idohave feelings for Lacey. It’s a kick in the pants, but that love at first sight bullshit might actually be real.
“Lacey! Christ, look at you.”
Her name is called from across the room, and a blonde-haired douchebag-looking dude steps up, wearing a black jacket emblazoned with the bureau insignia. He crouches in front of her and reaches for her, almost surprised when she waves him off.
“I’m fine, Wes,” she insists. “We need medical personnel over here to look at Marco, though.”
Wes splits his attention between her and me, his gaze volleying back and forth. “What the fuck happened?”
At the same time, Stefan explodes. He kicks out at one of the two officers holding him, wrenching his shoulders out of their sockets with the movement before trying to headbutt the second agent.
“You need a warrant!” he screams as they tackle him to the floor. “You can’t come into my house like this. Where’s your warrant? You can’t—”
Much to my surprise, Wes—it doesn’t take much of a guess to assume he’s Lacey’s partner—strides over and socks my brother in the gut. It halts the garbage spewing out of his mouth for about five seconds.
“We have enough warrants to sink your ass for good,” Wes says. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”
“Fucking book his ass, Wes,” Lacey says as she increases the pressure on my wound. “Get him out of here.”
“You’ll never pin anything on me! You’ll never fucking take me. When they let me out of jail, I am going to sue you for everything you’ve got.”
“We’ll see,” Lacey mutters.
“If he’s going to run his mouth, get a gag,” Wes directs the rest of the SWAT team, coordinated by an equally blonde woman who looks like she’d be more at home shopping. They send several more agents back outside to apprehend the wayward Ermilo and his goons.
At least, I hope they will.
“Don’t worry about anything, okay?” Lacey tells me. She bites down on her lower lip. “The others will find them. No one is getting out of here.”
“Even me?” We hadn’t actually discussed it.
“I’m pretty sure my testimony in this case is going to make sure you’re cleared for everything, as long as you weren’t keeping any dirty secrets from me.”
I fumble, reaching for her hand, and grip her palm. “Get the tapes. You’ll see.”
“Agent Matthews, can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on here? Your partner says it’s all in hand, but I’m not seeing an order to the chaos.” The booming voice cuts through even the mess in my head.
Heavy footsteps sound a second later, and a big chested man snaps a finger, looming over me. Two emergency responders head in our direction and address the situation with clinical efficiency.
“We need to stop the bleeding,” Lacey tells the woman on the left. “I’ve got the wound covered.”
“Agent Matthews? I’m waiting for your answer.” The barrel-chested man barks out the statement, but Lacey doesn’t flinch.
“Yes, sir.” She straightens and pushes to her feet, finally content to leave me to the mercies of the emergency responders. I can’t help myself—a smile creeps across my lips. Seeing her in work mode is…well, it’s hot as fuck.
“Stefan Zicari is in possession of video tapes of every single one of his illicit activities,” she says. “He keeps them under lock and key in his office. Once we have those tapes, there is no way Stefan will go free. He’ll pay for his crimes.”
The man scrutinizes her. “Show me.”
“I’m coming with you.” I lean heavily on the other EMT, the man large enough to take my weight and get me straight.
“I don’t think that’s wise—” he argues.
I glare at him. “I’ve handled worse.”
“You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Lacey snaps.
