anything touch her. Easiest way of that happening was her coming home with me. For a moment I considered she might balk at going anywhere with me, past few hours haven’t been good, but I’d treat her so nice she’d never want to leave.
My lower back ached and, fuck, between getting shot, then knocked out, Tasered, then tossed around the back of a fucking van, I was running on fumes and needed my boys to get here quick.
Sarah sat up straighter and touched her side with a grimace. “Hi, Mimi, what the hell is going on?”
For a moment she was quiet, then her expression went downright pissed. “That asshole! He promised me, swore, that he wouldn’t put any trackers on my phone.”
Trackers? What the fuck kind of father put trackers on a phone? I mean, if I had a daughter as pretty as Sarah, I’d do the same, but it made me rethink my first thought that Sarah came from some nice, normal home in suburbia. Then again, no girl who spent most of her teenage years in the mall spending her dad’s money could take out the two men in the van with the efficiency that she did. I hadn’t been able to see much due to my bound position, and it happened fucking fast, but I had a few clear seconds of watching her snarl as she ended a man’s life. Savage and so sexy it made me fight my cock getting hard.
My brain was still addled from being knocked around, but I was chagrined to realize I’d been so blinded by her beauty that I hadn’t looked too far beyond her sweet and spicy exterior.
I wasn’t going to underestimate her anymore.
“It was just an app?” She looked slightly mollified, then stiffened. “Yeah, my ribs hurt like a bitch. I’m okay, but Beach was shot in the leg and probably hit over the head like I was. And I think he might have racked his back pretty good. Yes, I said his name is Beach. He’s a biker.” Even I could hear her dad yelling through her phone. “Tell Dad to calm down, Beach took a bullet meant for me. I owe him, so I’m not going anywhere without him. Yeah, there was a riot at this huge biker party and he fought his way through the crowd to get to me.”
I liked the way her expression softened before she said, “Mimi, I’m okay. Seriously. Dad has a friend on the way and Beach says his guys are coming. I’ve got my knife and he’s a good guy. No, seriously—he is. Look, I had a flashback and he pulled me out of it…I know.”
Trying to keep my interest hidden, I pretended to check over my injuries, wondering if she was talking about her freak-out back when we were in that holding cell. She’d been terrified, so completely undone that her body had radiated her fear, making my instincts roar for me to protect her. I’d never felt anything like it and I’d been desperate to somehow take away her terror. Thank fuck she’d responded to me.
“Yeah, touch therapy worked…he held me and made me feel safe.”
Something eased deep in my gut at her words, a sense of rightness.
She frowned, then looked up and scanned the area, blood still drying on her arms and face. “Shit. Okay, Beach isn’t in good shape but I’m going to get us deeper into the brush. Tell whoever is coming out on Dad’s behalf to give me warning that they’re in range or they’ll end up with a knife between their eyes.”
She said a few more words, but I was trying to bite back a groan of pain as I stood with the help of the rock and tested out my leg. It had started bleeding again after I’d hit it when the van crashed and Sarah was right, we needed to get under some kind of cover, but the vegetation really was sparse. My respect for her grew as she got me into a firm hold and helped me move as quickly as possible. I could feel the hard muscles of her shoulders shift beneath her silky skin as we made our way across the rocky dirt. In an attempt to take the worry out of her eyes, I gave her a light squeeze then kissed a part of her head where her hair wasn’t matted with blood.
“Anyone ever tell you
My lower back ached and, fuck, between getting shot, then knocked out, Tasered, then tossed around the back of a fucking van, I was running on fumes and needed my boys to get here quick.
Sarah sat up straighter and touched her side with a grimace. “Hi, Mimi, what the hell is going on?”
For a moment she was quiet, then her expression went downright pissed. “That asshole! He promised me, swore, that he wouldn’t put any trackers on my phone.”
Trackers? What the fuck kind of father put trackers on a phone? I mean, if I had a daughter as pretty as Sarah, I’d do the same, but it made me rethink my first thought that Sarah came from some nice, normal home in suburbia. Then again, no girl who spent most of her teenage years in the mall spending her dad’s money could take out the two men in the van with the efficiency that she did. I hadn’t been able to see much due to my bound position, and it happened fucking fast, but I had a few clear seconds of watching her snarl as she ended a man’s life. Savage and so sexy it made me fight my cock getting hard.
My brain was still addled from being knocked around, but I was chagrined to realize I’d been so blinded by her beauty that I hadn’t looked too far beyond her sweet and spicy exterior.
I wasn’t going to underestimate her anymore.
“It was just an app?” She looked slightly mollified, then stiffened. “Yeah, my ribs hurt like a bitch. I’m okay, but Beach was shot in the leg and probably hit over the head like I was. And I think he might have racked his back pretty good. Yes, I said his name is Beach. He’s a biker.” Even I could hear her dad yelling through her phone. “Tell Dad to calm down, Beach took a bullet meant for me. I owe him, so I’m not going anywhere without him. Yeah, there was a riot at this huge biker party and he fought his way through the crowd to get to me.”
I liked the way her expression softened before she said, “Mimi, I’m okay. Seriously. Dad has a friend on the way and Beach says his guys are coming. I’ve got my knife and he’s a good guy. No, seriously—he is. Look, I had a flashback and he pulled me out of it…I know.”
Trying to keep my interest hidden, I pretended to check over my injuries, wondering if she was talking about her freak-out back when we were in that holding cell. She’d been terrified, so completely undone that her body had radiated her fear, making my instincts roar for me to protect her. I’d never felt anything like it and I’d been desperate to somehow take away her terror. Thank fuck she’d responded to me.
“Yeah, touch therapy worked…he held me and made me feel safe.”
Something eased deep in my gut at her words, a sense of rightness.
She frowned, then looked up and scanned the area, blood still drying on her arms and face. “Shit. Okay, Beach isn’t in good shape but I’m going to get us deeper into the brush. Tell whoever is coming out on Dad’s behalf to give me warning that they’re in range or they’ll end up with a knife between their eyes.”
She said a few more words, but I was trying to bite back a groan of pain as I stood with the help of the rock and tested out my leg. It had started bleeding again after I’d hit it when the van crashed and Sarah was right, we needed to get under some kind of cover, but the vegetation really was sparse. My respect for her grew as she got me into a firm hold and helped me move as quickly as possible. I could feel the hard muscles of her shoulders shift beneath her silky skin as we made our way across the rocky dirt. In an attempt to take the worry out of her eyes, I gave her a light squeeze then kissed a part of her head where her hair wasn’t matted with blood.
“Anyone ever tell you
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