Page 146 of Adored
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Now, he had a problem.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Poe was scared.
“Trouble?” he whispered from behind Gamble’s hand that was still over his mouth.
He crouched back down and moved his fingers from his man’s lips.
The very private wedding vows were now over.
“Okay, we have a problem. There’s two of them, and they are crossing the pasture,” he said, his whole demeanor changing.
It happened so quickly too.
Poe touched his arm.
“What do we do?” he asked, knowing this was Gamble’s area of specialty. He was officially in charge of this now.
Well, there was only one thing he could do. If he fired his gun, they would be alerted, and possibly radio in. That meant he needed to do this on the DL.
Those two mercenaries weren’t going to be getting backup here.
“Do you trust me?” he asked Poe.
He nodded.
Well, now, it was work time.
No one was hurting his man, and especially after they just made private vows to each other on Poe’s land.
Fuck.
That.
“Okay, Baby, I need you to stay here. If you hear anyone coming through the weeds, crawl out of here, and make your way back to the house by way of the trees. It’s like a game of hide-and-seek.”
“But you…”
He didn’t get to finish.
Gamble took his face in his hands.
“This is what I do. Let your husband keep you safe. Just stay off of their radar so I can handle it. I’ll pick them off, one by one, and then, I’ll get back to the house if you’re not here. After the wake and cocktails, we’re leaving. They are getting more brazen, and that’s not a good thing.”
What could he say to that?
This was not his area of specialty. It was time to put his faith in Gamble.
“Okay, my love. Please be safe. Don’t die on me. You’re all I have left,” he admitted.
Gamble wasn’t dying.
