Page 15 of Devil's Lair

“I grabbed her by the arm before she could pull away. “The reporter? He can’t help you.”

“He knows people… he’s connected.”

“Sweetheart, I’m the man whose connected. This kinda shit goes behind the law. Half of his connections are probably in on it. Hell, haven’t you woken up and realized every powerful or influential person in this country is connected to bad shit? They all went to the parties, enjoyed the same backroom clubs… none of them every do time. All the feds do is burn evidence for their crimes.”

She doubled over grabbing her stomach. “What… what can I do?”

“Cooperate.”

‘With who?”

“My MC. Keep your mouth shut and your head down. You need to check out, pack your shit and leave your phone on airplane mode.. Better yet, I’ll get you a burner.”

“Where would I go?”

“Home with me.”

“But I don’t even know you. What if you’re the guy… a serial murderer who took her?”

“Then you’d already be dead, sugar and I would’ve already taken ya’.”

Her cheeks bloomed with color. I couldn’t help myself, the tips of my fingers traced her cheek while my cigarette hung from my mouth. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

Her blushed deepened.

“Stop,” she whispered, backing away.

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that. Like I’m your last meal.”

“Maybe you will be,” I growled, closing the distance between us. I wanted her mouth. Needed it like air. Just as I was grabbing her hips and pulling us close the lights in the parking lot behind her dimmed. Engines roared. The ominous crunch of tires moving fast over the graveled lot had me thinking quick. “Get in the truck. Lock the doors.”

“No.”

“Fuck, princess. This isn’t the time to fight me when I gotta protect you from them.” I moved quickly, pressing her behind me. I didn’t have time to shove her into the truck myself. I couldn’t risk turning my back on the threat heading our way. My hands went for the Beretta I had tucked behind my back. I felther tremble behind me as I stepped back, making sure mu body shielded her the best I could.

“Bane.”

My eyes narrowed as I assed the five men from the Gomez Cartel. “She causing a lot of trouble.” The one riding shotgun indicated with his head at my girl.

“I’m taking care of it.”

“We came to do just that. Put her in the trunk.”

I felt her pebbled nipples, pressing through the soft cotton shirt on my back. He breath was coming in tiny gasps. Her hands actually gripped around my waist, anchoring me to her.

No fucking way.

“She’s with me.”

“That so? CauseJefetold us to bring her with the others…”

“I’m afraid that can’t happen. She’s protected by The Devil’s.”

“Well, we got a problem then.”

I widened my stance, guanine hand, “You really want to do this? Here?”

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