Page 40 of Point of Infinity
“Listen to me.” He stepped into my space. “Everything is going to be all right. He’s on property in the Narrows. In the clubhouse basement. I’ll be right back.”
He leaned in to kiss me, but I shoved him back.
“You are not leaving me here while you take on the entire gang by yourself.” I checked the gun in my hand to make sure the magazine was full. I ran back over to the credenza and grabbed the box of bullets.
“I can’t worry about you and rescue him.” He scoffed.
“No one asked you to worry about me.” I scooted past him toward the door. I opened it and peeked down the hall. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back in.
The door slammed shut.
“Kenzie. You can’t?—”
“You aren’t responsible for me.” I pushed away from him. “No matter what happened between us doesn’t change what I have to do.”
He shook his head.
“The last time someone told me they’d come for me, they never did.” I blinked away tears. “I can’t sit and wait while someone else I love dies when I can help.”
He looked away.
“Please, Reid,” I pleaded. “I have to see this through.”
He grabbed me and pulled me toward him. Our lips crashed together. Maybe later, I’d contemplate how inappropriate it was, but now all I felt was heat and desire and a strange pull from a man I’d just met yet known all my life. At least the part of my life that counted.
He grabbed the back of my neck. “You stay with me the whole time. No going off on your own mission.” He kissed me again. “If I tell you to run, you run, okay?”
I rolled my eyes. He squeezed. “Say okay.”
“Okay.”
“I love you, too, princess,” he whispered against my lips, then headed out the door.
I hesitated, my mind racing from his last statement.
“Kenzie,” he yelled.
I gasped and then ran to catch up with him.
The party continuedin the main room, and the music made the hallway vibrate. It created a weird echo chamber.
The smell of beer was better than the gunpowder and shit in the room we left. Reid shuffled down the hall, staying close to the walls. I followed his movements.
Someone fell into the hallway from the party but didn’t even look in our direction as he scrambled to get up and leaped back under a chorus of oohs and aahs.
We stopped at the opening to the main hall. Reid scanned the room, not sure what he was looking for. He motioned with his hands, and we continued. A few seconds later, two guys, younger than Reid, stepped into the hall and jogged to catch up.
“What have you heard?” Reid motioned for them to stop before a metal door.
“Uhm, who is this?” One guy gestured toward me.
“Patrick’s sister.”
“No shit.” He rubbed his hand on his jacket and held it out to me. “Nice to meet you.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Where’d she come from?” the other guy said.
