Page 33 of Montana Delta Rescue
Marilyn reached for him.
“Kevlar,” he growled at her. “Get down.”
Tony tried to fire off a shot at Marilyn, but Kujo tackled him from behind, knocking him to the ground.
The two men wrestled on the ground.
Kujo knocked Tony’s gun out of his hand. Pining him to the ground, within seconds he’d pulled Tony’s hands behind his back and placed zip ties around his wrists.
“You hit?” he asked Rock.
“No, just winded.” Rock rose. “Where’s the other one?”
“Over there,” Kujo gestured a few yards away where Cleo lay on the ground, shot.
“Alive?” Rock asked.
“Barely,” Kujo said.
“We have visitors,” Hank spoke into the radio. “FBI. They want to talk to us about Tony Santoro.”
“We can do more than talk,” Rock growled. “We can give them the package.” He glared at Tony.
Marilyn was not Tony’s woman. She was his. The primal growl inside of him had been rising ever since he’d heard Tony claim her.
Rock had never reacted this way to a woman before. But he was her protector. And she was almost his woman now. They were supposed to go on their first date tomorrow night to the movies.
He needed to keep his mind on his job, not start daydreaming about Marilyn, no matter how pretty she was.
“Got a van in route to you now,” Hank said, “ETA fifteen minutes.”
“Roger that,” Rock said..
The sat on the men until the van arrived.
It rolled up and they moved the two men into it. Then they headed to Brotherhood Protectors headquarters.
Marilyn rode up front with Rock in his SUV and Hercules rode it back.
“I’m so glad you and Herc found me on that mountain,” she said. “Thank you.”
“We were just doing our jobs,” he said. “But you’re welcome. Glad you are safe.” He kept his tone professional when inside he wanted to jump for joy.
She was safe. Now he had to convince her to show the FBI those photos.
“If you have evidence the FBI can use to put your ex-boyfriend away, now is the time to share it with the FBI,” he said.
“Once they have him, I will give them the pictures,” she agreed. “And I will tell them anything I know.”
“Good,” he nodded.
Once they were back at the Patterson ranch, the FBI took over. They put Marilyn in a quiet room and started asking her questions.
Hours later she had told them everything she knew and was finally done and back in the guest room. She sat on the bed, relieved it was over.
They’d taken Tony and Cleo away. But they hadn’t told her if Cleo would live. She had to try to stop thinking of him. A good long hot shower would do the trick.
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