Page 70 of Savage Rule

“Are we sure about this?”

I wrap my arms around him and let out a breath. “No.”

He squeezes my hand, then moves us forward until we’re parked in front of Gideon’s black Bentley.

“He’s not inside,” Gunn whispers. I hear the distinct click of the hammer being locked in place as he tries to get off the bike.

I stop him. “Put the gun away.”

His teeth grind together, but he does it.

“Good little Gunner.” Gideon appears from some shadow, his own weapon drawn and aimed at my boyfriend. He glances icily at me. “Scar, you didn’t tell me you’d be bringing company. Company that should be dead, I might add. I’d have brought the hearse.”

I ignore his comment. “We’re here to ask for asylum.”

Now he turns his full attention on me, his face incredulous, but his steel gaze as hard as ever. “Asylum?”

“No. Not asylum,” Gunn interjects. “I’d like to arrange for Scarlet’s release from you.”

Gideon chuckles. “Release Scarlet so that she can run to the alliance and help you.”

“I’m not with the alliance anymore. As you’ve heard, they set fire to one of my buildings.”

“The alliance did that?” Gideon asks, genuinely perplexed. “Why would Luca do that?”

Gunn shrugs. “They were about as happy to see Scarlet and I together as you are.”

Amusement fills Gideon’s eyes. “I can work with this.”

A chill crawls up my spine. I just bet all sorts of ideas of how he can work this to his advantage are swirling in his mind.

“Gideon, you should know we went to Luca first,” I tell him. If things aren’t clear from the get go, shit gets twisted and people die.

His amusement vanishes. “You should have kept that to yourself.”

“I was afraid you’d be angry.”

“Scarlet, I’m beyond angry. First, you question me. Then you go against orders and fuck your target. Now you want my blessing in what is sure to turn out very poorly for you.

“You have created a problem for me. Do I hurt you now and kill him myself, but spare you the pain he’ll cause you later? Or do I let you go and then have to hunt his ass down to kill him when hedoeshurt you?

“Better yet, should I just take you both out now, him for being the enemy and you for a traitor?”

“Youaremad,” I say.

Without asking for permission, he begins to pat me down, my arms, sides, and legs. Gunn seems ready to pounce, but I placate him. He knows what Gideon is doing; checking for bugs.

“Shecan check me,” Gunn snarls when Gideon goes to him.

“If I trusted her, she could,” Gideon retorts, and the remark stings.

I watch as he searches him carefully, going as far as to make him take off his boots. Tugging the Glock from the holster on Gunn’s belt, he tucks it into his own.

“I don’t need a gun to kill you, Gideon,” Gunn growls.

Gideon grins. “That’s not why I’m taking it. Call it a gift for my willingness to listen to your ridiculous ideas about riding off into the sunset.” He glares at me with unadulterated rage and I shrink a little. “Get in the fucking car. Both of you.”

“The car?”

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