Page 16 of Falcon

His head turns my way and his gaze hits my belly before he focuses back on the road. He doesn’t give a reaction and it’s as if he’s thinking things over. Maybe he hasn’t completely thought things through.

Which raises another question. “Would you like kids in our future?”

His nod is instant.

“Yeah, me too. Preferably way in the future. Which means we’d have to use condoms and not have you coming inside me since I forgot my birth control pills this weekend. We’re probably okay, but…you know…condoms, then I’d have to take a test and well–”

His hand slides further up my legs until his fingers brush the seam of my jean clad pussy. My breath catches when he gives a little shake with his head.

“No as in no condoms?” I guess, my voice comes out breathless.

Another instant nod.

I rub my thighs together, causing his hand to be caught between them, adding the lovely friction I need. “Is it the cum thing or wanting kids now?”

His other hand leaves the steering wheel long enough to show me he’s placing his index finger over his middle finger.

“One is linked with the other, obviously,” I mutter.

He grins, but it disappears quickly when he glances at the rearview mirror.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, and feel his hand disappear from between my legs as I glance over my shoulder. “Are we being followed?”

Falcon thrusts his phone into my hand.

“Thorsten?” I guess and I get a tight nod.

I tap the screen and hit his brother’s number, putting it on speaker so Falcon can hear Thorsten as well.

“The information we squeezed out of the fucker turned out to be correct. The prospect who’s on stakeout told me he only saw two people inside the house, both male.”

I have no clue what he’s talking about so I blurt, “We’re on our way back to the clubhouse but we’re being followed by a dark van.”

“Where are you exactly?” Thorsten snaps.

“Between Addison and Eastern.”

Thorsten grunts. “Two blocks away. We’ll be right there, hold on, brother.”

The line disconnects and my blood pressure rises when the van hits us from the back, causing the seatbelt to bite into my body as the car lurches forward. I’m swearing up a storm while Falcon stays ice cold. At least, that’s what it seems like on the outside.

Falcon snaps his fingers and points at something in front of us. I only have time to scream before we’re rammed from the front and the back. Horrible crunching sound. Airbags pop. My ears ring from silence and I have to blink a few times to realize what just happened.

I have just a few seconds to review my surroundings when shots ring out. Holy hell shit’s escalating quickly. A mere moment ago I was talking about kids with my old man. Only admitting to myself a few hours earlier that Falcon is the right man for me, I might add. Future stuff while we’re now facing a life or death situation.

The front window shatters and I quickly take off the seatbelt. Reaching over I do the same to Falcon and notice the blood seeping through his shirt on his shoulder.

“Falcon. Falcon, hey,” I whisper in an urgent tone. “Look at me, baby. Come on.”

He slowly shifts when I see a figure walking toward our vehicle.

“Dammit,” I grumble and reach for the gun I saw Falcon strap to his belt.

The rumble of motorcycles is distant, but it’s good to know backup is almost here.

Flipping the safety off, I take aim and at the same time I hear a woman’s voice scream, “You and your whore are going to die.”

Sounds like the bitch Falcon mentioned, the one who wanted me to die to avenge her father. She fires off another bullet right when I squeeze the trigger. I hiss at a burning pain on my back and keep squeezing the trigger. The woman’s body jerks, stumbles, and falls to her knees before she faceplants into the pavement.

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