Page 109 of Savage

But he was still wound tight, and I realized what he was so upset about. He didn’t want to just throw those fuckers in jail. He wanted to dole out bodily harm.

Or more.

I didn’t know what it said about me that I could understand why he’d be upset. One look at Mick and I’d want my revenge, and that didn’t include an orange jumpsuit.

A few minutes of tense silence later and Benoit turned off the headlights—and immediately a screen lowered down to show the area around us in night vision.

“Holy shit,” I said, eliciting a few chuckles from behind us. But I’d never seen anything like that before. I already knew this couldn’t just be some normal SUV, not with the caliber of men in this vehicle, but I hadn’t even known these things existed.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” King said, glancing over his shoulder to catch my attention before facing front again. “You’re with us now, but under no circumstances do you leave this car.”

My initial instinct was to protest, but then he continued.

“You will, however, be able to watch and hear what’s happening on the screen. I understand this is something important to you, and your story, so I’ll allow it as long as you remember the terms of your agreement.”

Fuck yes, I could do that. That was so much more than I’d expected to be privy to. I nodded.

“Thank you,” I said, my adrenaline pumping.

But then the fear flooded in, because what if something happened to Lachlan? To any of them? I mean, they all seemed confident—overly so—but who knew what to expect from Mick and his crew?

“Don’t worry,” Lachlan said by my ear as Benoit parked beneath the bridge. I couldn’t see the warehouses from here, everything pitch black around us, but then the night vision on the screen went dark, and Lachlan nodded to it. “You’ll be able to watch there.”

The doors opened, everyone filing out and heading to the back, where Alessio handed out earpieces, the tiniest mics I’dever seen, and what looked like buttons but turned out to be cameras—one by one the screen filled with each man’s view.

“Benoit will be here with you,” Lachlan said, and then took the notebook and pen that Benoit handed over his shoulder and gave it to me. “Get your story.”

My mouth parted. The gift was an unexpected one.

He gripped my chin and pressed a kiss to my lips before lifting me off his lap.

“Stay safe,” I said, and Lachlan turned around to point at me.

“Youstay safe. And don’t leave this car, no matter what happens.”

I nodded, and then he headed to the back to get his own tech set from Alessio.

Benoit turned in the driver’s seat and waved his hand. “You don’t need to worry about Lachlan,mon cher. It’s the men inside who should be worried about Lachlan.”

“What do you mean?”

Benoit chuckled and tapped the screen. “You’ll see.”

And he was right—Iwouldsee. I’d see everything, and I’d be able to watch Lachlan in action.

Nowthathad anticipation running through me.

It was so dark outside that all I could see were vague figures, but then Lachlan was back at the door, sliding into a long black trench coat with a hood.

Recognition sparked as Alessio came from behind and handed him something…something metal…something black that sparked silver in the car’s interior light.

Oh my God.

A smirk curled Lachlan’s lips, his eyes twinkling at me, and he shot me a wink before slipping on the mask.

“See you soon…Scout,” he said, his voice the deep, muffled one I remembered from the alley…my bedroom…all my fucking fantasies.

As he slammed the door shut, I could only stare after him in shock, because Lachlan Stone had just morphed into my masked vigilante lover.

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