Page 33 of Graves & Griggs
Deciding to tease him a bit, I lower my hand, “accidently” brushing against his leg, and it takes no effort at all to feel hisrock-hard cock. Goddamnit. My own cock jerks in anticipation, and I’m suddenly scrambling, thinking of places that we can sneak off to in the middle of this crowded mall.
Ronan wets his lips, and I smile at him when something catches my attention over his shoulder. A man wearing a hat, suspiciously pulled way too low, and holding up his phone in our direction. He doesn’t see me because he’s too busy taking pictures ahead. Pictures of the girls.
In an instant, Ronan catches on to my change of focus before turning around to see what I’ve spotted.
“What the fuck?” he says quietly.
The man locks eyes with us for half a second before quickly pocketing his phone and walking in the other direction.
“I’m gonna follow him,” I say as I head off in the same direction.
“Wes, wait?—”
My eyes meet his for a moment before I see the man has broken into a full sprint. I take off after him, calling out over my shoulder. “Get the girls to the car!”
I dodge other mallgoers, bobbing and weaving between them before I begin throwing people. The guy in front of me is fast, and I don’t know if he has others with him or waiting somewhere.
“Stop!” I shout after him.
He turns to look at me over his shoulder before pulling out a gun and firing a round. I jolt to the side, and the bullet narrowly misses me as he takes off for the stairs to the parking garage. I follow him, bursting through the door as a body comes flying towards me. The butt of a gun jams into the side of my eye, forcing me to see stars.
I reach out and quickly wrap the gun in my grasp before the guy headbutts me—not successfully I’ll add because he stumbles back, holding his head with a wince.
No one ever wins with a headbutt.
He recovers faster than I do, though, and takes off running once more. I stumble a few steps before chasing after him up the flights of stairs. We pass level after level before he pushes out one door and takes off through the garage. He’s over thirty yards away from me, but he’s close enough that I have a clean shot, and I take it. My bullet sinks into his calf, and he yells before collapsing.
Suddenly, a car pulls up beside him, and he reaches for the handle. Instead of the door opening, the window rolls down and a gun emerges, two rapid shots hitting him in the head before the car peels out. My head swivels to the black sedan as I shout the license plate out over and over, so I don’t forget it.
“AZ41TT3. AZ41TT3. AZ41TT3.”
I jog over to the now deceased man and roll him over to see if I can identify him. He doesn’t look familiar, though. Not to me anyways.
After pulling out my phone, I see three missed calls from Ronan and two from Skyla. I call Ronan first and am met with his thundering voice.
“WHERE ARE YOU?”
“South parking garage, fifth floor,” I heave through labored breaths. “Hurry. We have a body.”
The line goes dead, and I pull up the group chat I have with the guys and send a text. I don’t know who that was or what they want, but I know they’re no friends of ours. I also know that whoever killed him isn’t a friend either. More than likely they just wanted to make sure that he couldn’t talk if I was able to catch him. He wasn’t working alone, which means anyone could have pictures of the girls and their location right now. Maybe even more.
Me: We’ve got a serious fucking problem.
Chapter Fifteen
Dominic
I’m trying not to lose my fucking shit, but the ability is escaping me.
“What part ofdon’t leave the fucking housewas confusing?” I spit as I look around the room of clueless idiots.
We were forty-five minutes from the cabin when Vincent’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and his body went rigid before Zayden grabbed the phone out of his hand and showed it to me.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I scoffed.
“Nothing good,” he muttered before snatching it away from Zayden and calling his wife.
It took a few rings before her shaky voice echoed through the phone.
