my eyes as I thought it over. I threw Adrian’s gun across the ground, pointing to the asshole leaning against the truck.
"I will find you," I promised him. "Make note of the time, because you’ve officially committed suicide the minute you drive away."
"Don’t be so dramatic, Mom . We’ll be seeing each other soon enough.” He promised with a sick grin on his face, “But if we’re followed I will throw these boys out of this truck in the middle of 95."
Mom?
Ross reached the bottom of the stairs as he got into the car.
"Mommy!" I heard from the truck, and it was all Macon could do to hold Ross bac k and me, not to test my odds, like I had done a million times before.
I picked up the phone. "Cam, let them go."
It was the hardest words I'd ever spoken. One of the most important things in my life was just about to drive away with people he didn't know. My heart shattered when the asshole shut the door and the truck drove off.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I swore kicking the side of the Volvo before sliding down with my back against the wall.
"Roslyn," Dario soothed when she fell to pieces, placing a hand on her shoulder when her knees gave out and she sank to the ground. "Let's go see about Tawny, yeah? Giselle we should check on Adrian too.”
I nodded, but I had nothing left, standing up to go retrieve Adrian’s gun and check on the injured security guy. Once I directed an EMT his way, I turned my attention to Ross talking on her phone. “Victor, I need you to get out here as soon as you can. Call Liam too. A dead man just took my fucking kid.”
"Let me see," the young EMT said softly, lifting Adrian’s head gently to look at the spot where he was hurting the most.. "Looks like they got you with that pipe pretty good.”
Adrian nodded, and then shrugged. “I’ll live.”
"I don't think you need stitches, honey," she stated, "but you need to sit up. Stay awake, okay? If it's a concussion, then sleeping would result in further damage. Do you have anyone that can look after you?"
Her tone was professional, but her eyes were borderline seductive. Normally I would find girls attempts at Adrian amusing. I was use to women throwing themselves at him, whether I was around to see it or not. When he said that he had lived in D.C. for a while before he met me, I had expected to run into an old sex buddy or two, but it was becoming a routine. Especially with one of them working in the plaza across from our office where we frequently ordered lunch.
But today, I wasn’t in the mood, so I answered her question myself, “Yeah. Me .”
She turned to him for confirmation and he nodded back at me. "I'm okay," He sighed, sitting up on the edge of the gurney as she cleaned his wound and walked back to the ambulance.
I looked up when several federal vehicles pulled into the parking lot. Cam was out of his car and in front of Adrian before I could blink, as his officers walked to the picnic tables that were filled with worried teachers, parents, and fidgety kids.
"Talk to me, man," he said, taking out a phone. Prepared to make whatever call was necessary. His face radiated worry and just plain anger, because he'd become a true friend since he helped us take down Garcia and Lorentz, not to mention he had been crazy about Tink.
“Where is my son?” Doc asked coming over. Her face a calculating cal m
"I will find you," I promised him. "Make note of the time, because you’ve officially committed suicide the minute you drive away."
"Don’t be so dramatic, Mom . We’ll be seeing each other soon enough.” He promised with a sick grin on his face, “But if we’re followed I will throw these boys out of this truck in the middle of 95."
Mom?
Ross reached the bottom of the stairs as he got into the car.
"Mommy!" I heard from the truck, and it was all Macon could do to hold Ross bac k and me, not to test my odds, like I had done a million times before.
I picked up the phone. "Cam, let them go."
It was the hardest words I'd ever spoken. One of the most important things in my life was just about to drive away with people he didn't know. My heart shattered when the asshole shut the door and the truck drove off.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I swore kicking the side of the Volvo before sliding down with my back against the wall.
"Roslyn," Dario soothed when she fell to pieces, placing a hand on her shoulder when her knees gave out and she sank to the ground. "Let's go see about Tawny, yeah? Giselle we should check on Adrian too.”
I nodded, but I had nothing left, standing up to go retrieve Adrian’s gun and check on the injured security guy. Once I directed an EMT his way, I turned my attention to Ross talking on her phone. “Victor, I need you to get out here as soon as you can. Call Liam too. A dead man just took my fucking kid.”
"Let me see," the young EMT said softly, lifting Adrian’s head gently to look at the spot where he was hurting the most.. "Looks like they got you with that pipe pretty good.”
Adrian nodded, and then shrugged. “I’ll live.”
"I don't think you need stitches, honey," she stated, "but you need to sit up. Stay awake, okay? If it's a concussion, then sleeping would result in further damage. Do you have anyone that can look after you?"
Her tone was professional, but her eyes were borderline seductive. Normally I would find girls attempts at Adrian amusing. I was use to women throwing themselves at him, whether I was around to see it or not. When he said that he had lived in D.C. for a while before he met me, I had expected to run into an old sex buddy or two, but it was becoming a routine. Especially with one of them working in the plaza across from our office where we frequently ordered lunch.
But today, I wasn’t in the mood, so I answered her question myself, “Yeah. Me .”
She turned to him for confirmation and he nodded back at me. "I'm okay," He sighed, sitting up on the edge of the gurney as she cleaned his wound and walked back to the ambulance.
I looked up when several federal vehicles pulled into the parking lot. Cam was out of his car and in front of Adrian before I could blink, as his officers walked to the picnic tables that were filled with worried teachers, parents, and fidgety kids.
"Talk to me, man," he said, taking out a phone. Prepared to make whatever call was necessary. His face radiated worry and just plain anger, because he'd become a true friend since he helped us take down Garcia and Lorentz, not to mention he had been crazy about Tink.
“Where is my son?” Doc asked coming over. Her face a calculating cal m
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