“I have a solution for that.” He strutted over to his Hummer, opened the trunk, and pulled out a bundle of black rope. “The object of my affection didn’t like taking orders at first either.”
Kes and Arek cocked a brow as Wilder walked back over and held up the rope.
“This helped. She’s much better now.”
There was so much I could say here. Who in their right mind would fuck you? Was it possible for Wilder to show affection? But I decided to see where this was going with his supposed coworkers who were against kidnapping and raping women.
I was a tad disappointed when Arek just pointed at him and said, “We’re going to have a talk about that later.”
Wilder’s brows knit, “I hear that a lot.”
I bet he did.
“Anyway,” Kes rolled his eyes back to me. “What are we looking at?”
I gave them the rundown of how many of us were still in town, possible targets that might get hit, and supplies they had at their disposal. Eventually, Micha and Derek gave in and became helpful. Twenty minutes later, we had a solid plan. That was when I saw the red dot marking Micha’s chest. And I wasn’t the only one.
Arek yelled, “Get down.” While Kes moved in and Wilder searched the horizon.
I sprang forward to knock Micha out of the way, but Derek got there first.
The sharp slice of a bullet cut through the air as the sheriff plowed into Micha, and they both tumbled to the ground. All hell broke out after that.
Someone called out, “Sweet Delilah, scan for hostiles.”
A bench was flipped over to provide cover as cops, who were outside, ran in our direction. It all happened so fast that Micha had no clue what was going on. At least, that was what I assumed by the way he blinked his eyes up at me and growled, “What the fuck Derek?”
I stared down at the bright red soaking into the sheriff’s shirt, “I don’t think he’s going to answer you.”
Derek Adams wasn’t going to answer anyone ever again.
For the first time in my life, I was conflicted about opening a door. Not because I didn’t want to see my Bird. I did. Adrenaline was pumping through my system, and I’d like nothing more than to spend the rest of the day buried in her tight cunt.
I didn’t want to open the door because I didn’t want to break her heart, which in itself was a fucked up feeling for me to have. I had to tell her that Derek was dead, and while he wasn’t her father, she did grow up with him in her life. She probably wouldn’t take it well.
My hand reached out to grab the doorknob, but I couldn’t turn it. It was starting to get annoying. I’d been out here for ten minutes now, getting nothing accomplished. At one point, I thought about it like ripping a band-aid off. Just do it and move on. Then, I imagined the frown on her face and couldn’t open the door.
This was fucking ridiculous. Why was I hesitating? So what? Derek died. Who the fuck cared?
She would.
A strange cool sensation rolled through my chest, further pissing me off.
Fuck this.
I threw the door open and stormed in.
Marnie was sitting on the bed reading a magazine. She looked sweet and tantalizing with her legs crossed and dark hair flowing down her back. I couldn’t help but suck back a breath at the perfection before me. I wanted to grab her and bury my face between her thighs until she couldn’t tell the difference between breathing and coming.
So what if she was upset? I could make her forget. It wasn’t like Derek was important. He was just her friend’s dad.
“Welcome back,” she hissed, flipping a page.
Ooo, she was pissed. Fuck me. I wanted to play with that anger.
“I hope your meeting went well.”
No, she didn’t. If I walked over there right now, there was a chance she would grab the knife she’d stashed under her pillow and stab me, which wasn’t helping my situation. One minute in this room, and I was already hard as fuck.
