Page 30 of Tangled Lies
I noticed they were scanning the garage. If they’d been smarter, they might have heard the squeal of tires.
“She’s not down here. Close off the hotel,” one of them said through an earpiece.
“Alright. Well, now that it’s clear I don’t have her in my possession?—”
I ducked as a guard reached out for me.
“Aww. Too slow. You’d be better off shooting me,” I said. This time the two guards noticed the figures behind them.
“We need to take you in. The senator will demand you come with us.”
I chuckled.
“Demand? He doesn’t even know it was me. What is he interested in? I’m not really into guys like him, but I’m flattered.”
The good news is that my distraction was what we needed.
“Alright, well on that note, we gotta go.”
My two brothers stepped behind them, and before the guards could flinch they were both knocked out and slouched on the pavement.
The three of us turned toward the bikes only a few feet away.
“Talon. Cameras?” I asked the question as I put my helmet on. Masks would have been handy today, but I suppose we couldn’t plan on a kidnapping every day.
“Already being taken care of. Let’s get out of here,” Talon said.
Knox grunted in front of us.
“Shit. They really are locking down,” I said, studying the rolling door coming down from the ceiling, blocking the exits.
Talon swore under his breath, but he grabbed some pliers that I didn’t even know he’d squirreled away.
“Let’s go. Be ready the second I get the thing to move.”
We practically walked the bikes over to the gate. Talon got off and headed for the electrical box to the side.
The place was expensive and high end, but it wasn’t built like the casinos on the strip. Talon had the box opened and rewired in seconds. The door started to retreat.
Before the guards could wake up at our backs and before anyone made it down here, we were all out and speeding onto the main road headed home, and I was so damn excited. Maybe this is what it felt like to actually like living.
CHAPTER 8
MARGAUX
“Stay,” Ronan commanded like I was his dog.
I glared at him.
“Stay? You just rescued me and now you tell me to stay? What am I, a puppy?”
I swore he didn’t have emotions. That should be a huge turn off, I was aware. But the way he manhandled me up to his room?
Where was my crochet when I needed it? Of course, making my own rope didn’t have to be just for murder.
My body burned after being pressed against his. I’d never been on a motorcycle, let alone pressed up against a man. At this point all I could think about was what it would be like to let him do whatever he wanted.
Of course, the way Jett has rescued me had been hot too.
