Page 22 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
Chapter 10
Run
Pierce
I’ve never been so fucking furious in my goddamn life. I’m going to fucking strangle that kid until his lifeless body lies in front of me. Then I’m going to hit some fucking sense into Sloane. I’ve no idea what the fuck she’s playing at. We both know how this ends and her playing hard to get is just going to result in more pain.
I know she isn’t over me. She wants me as much as I want her.
Clenching my fist, I sit on the hospital bed in the private wing owned by the FBI. My ear is fucked and I want to fucking strangle the little bitch for betraying me like that. She has no idea how lucky she is. Absolutely no idea.
The doctor begins to rattle off a myriad of things that I can barely pay attention to because my ear is ringing and the nurse is bandaging it. I can only focus on one thing and it's the obsessive urge to get my hands on her. I’m beyond furious.
Did she actually think she would get away with fucking leaving me? No. Sloane would leave me six feet under if she was really set on it. My cell rings pulling me from my murderous thoughts as I open it up.
“What is going on Agent Pierce,” my boss bites out in a dangerous undertone, “why is the media getting wind of an FBI agent tied up outside of a random fucking shop screaming his fucking head off?” I cringe at how angry he sounds.
“That’s what happens when I don’t have back up,” I snarl.
Agent Kelly, pauses inhaling sharply and finally asks his question, “You located them?”
“Yes.” I note.
“But there are five of them, not four.” If I have to use my career to get my hands on the little bitch I have no qualms with that.
“What’s their description?” Kelly asks, his drawers opening on the other side of the line as he pulls out a pen and paper. For just a moment I consider if this is the right move. If I get my hands on her without them knowing, it allows me more flexibility on what I can do with her and how I get rid of them. But this would grant me more resources and time. I’m not positive on how she figured it out, but her tracker signal is out and dead, making me even more frustrated.
“I’ve got one better.” I pull back my phone and shoot a picture I found from the bank's website. Face recognition software is fucking awesome and it doesn’t matter what name is registered to it. I'm a bit disappointed that she hasn’t remembered that.
“Are you sure this is her?” Kelly asks and I know he’s seeing Sloane’s wide and seemingly innocent eyes.
“Absolutely,” I state confidently. Kelly and I have never been close so I’m not worried about him making the connection of who she was in my life, afterall, no one except her family knows that we’re no longer engaged. Which is fine by me since I’ll make sure that she’s walking down that aisle. I’d drag her if I have to. If she were only around me then she would have to listen. She would have to behave.
“We will put out an alert,” Agent Kelly states gruffly.“Continue on, I’ll send more agents down.”
“Sounds great, sir.” I snap my phone shut and clench my fists. I’ll make sure that Sloane never gets away again. I sigh and rest my head on my pillow: my ear is throbbing real bad even with all the fucking painkillers they’re pumping through my system. That little bitch! If she thinks I’ll let this go, she’ll have a rude awakening. You don’t leave Agent Pierce Hunt and live to tell the tale. I saw the way my father looked at me when I told him that Sloane had left to go to college out West.
He looked at me as if I were a loser who can’t keep his woman under control. I close my eyes and I see her: her innocent green eyes, that long, luscious dark brown hair.
I clench my fists and inhale sharply when I think about that blond motherfucker with the man bun who had his hands on my woman. If she lets him touch her, they’ll both pay for it: I’ll make her watch while I kill him slowly and painfully. I’ll make her beg for his life and the last thing that tattooed, blond asshole will hear is Sloane’s cries, while I’ll take his life for daring to soil my woman with his dirty hands.
Fuck! My cock is painfully hard for my Sloane, my little bitch. I rip the IV line off my arm and I don’t even feel any pain, the hospital definitely gave me the good stuff. So I ignore the blood streaming down my arm and lock myself in the small bathroom of my hospital room. I still have my phone clutched in my hand and I bring up Sloane’s photo that I just sent Agent Kelly.
“You’re mine, little bitch! Mine!” I grunt as I fist my dick tightly and tug hard, squeezing before I bring my hand all the way up. I peel back the extra skin around the head of my cock and start stroking it in a punishing rhythm.
Hard. Fast. The same way I’ll fuck Sloane in front of man bun before I kill him. The thought makes me harder and I grunt, getting closer and closer to a release that I haven’t had since the last time I fucked her. While she was away, I couldn’t even get hard, but now that I know she’ll be at my mercy soon, I can let go.
I stroke myself raw, using the blood that has been dripping from my left hand as lube. “Sloane!”I grunt as I come all over my phone, covering her face the same way I’ll do when we reunite.
I’ve always had respect for my pure, little Sloane and never asked her to suck me off. But now I know that she’s the filthy little slut I’ve always suspected she was. She’ll pay for letting someone else contaminate what’s mine, they’ll all pay.
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Sloane
The next morning, I wake with River’s hard chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapped around me in a vise like grip. I resist the urge to squirm against his very hard cock, that is pressing right against my ass. Is it just me or are all these guys super well endowed? Like holy crap. Either that, or possibly both. I have to conclude that Pierce has a small dick. I blink my eyes as they water slightly from the severe lack of sleep I’ve gotten. I was plagued all night with nightmares of Pierce breaking down the door and taking me from the motel bed. Needless to say, it’s very difficult to relax. The air conditioning seems notably colder in the room and I sit up letting out a small yawn. A shift of movement has me snapping my head over and I freeze noticing a large figure sitting in the chair near the TV.
A small worried sound leaves my mouth before Royce sits forward, his elbows on his knees, fixing his vibrant green eyes on me with a look I don’t fully understand. I look around to find Blaine and Kaden spread out on the other bed, both passed out. When did I fall asleep last night? Did I really fall asleep wrapped up in River’s arms? Come to think about it, I can’t remember when I actually fell asleep, maybe because I’ve been a tad distracted ...
