Unfortunately, the asshole had just enough of my attention that I missed the second guy who showed up behind me until I felt the knife in my ribs.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the second guy warned when I flinched, ready to reach for my gun. He pulled it out of my waistband with poor handling—thankfully, the safety was on—and handed it off to the first guy.
“You should work on your approach tactics,” I told them sarcastically.At least my instincts hadn’t been completely wrong.Though, I should’ve been more aware. I’d grown a little too comfortable with our stay.
Comfortable enough to end up with a knife in my back.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 04
There were very few things in the fucking world that could tear me away from dancing toShake It Offwhile I showered but the intense panic smoothing its way over my skin was at the top of the list. With everything he’d encountered in life, not much made Ryder panic—genuinely panic.
Which was a red fucking flag.
I frowned, head tilting slightly as I leaned into the feeling. What was he upset over? It sure as hell wasn’t coffee or doughnuts, which was what he’d gone out for.
Leaving the water running and the music blasting, I slipped out of the shower and approached the door. Thank fuck it was cracked to make it easy for me to glance out into the main room.
Ryder sat with his arms duct-taped to the chair. The way his chin was tucked down to his chest had my heart jumping into my throat.
I was going to fucking kill someone.I didn’t have a clue who, but it was happening.
But Ryder’s head lifted slightly, and those baby blues caught mine. He gave the slightest of shakes.
Fuck that shit.
I’d argue my reasoning later.
“Who’s in the shower?” the stocky one asked, pulling me away from my inner ranting.
Fuck, I should probably figure out who the hell had Ryder.I wasn’t real good at this whole thinking ahead, especially where Ryder was involved.
One sweep. I could do one sweep. That was the smart thing. Better that than blasting my way through the room.
I really wanted to blast my way through the fucking room.
“Just a guy,” Ryder said. Rude, but I understood why he was playing it cool. The less they knew, the better.
The guy that stood to his right was stocky and clearly enjoyed his beer by the look of his belly, while the other was taller and more muscular but overall didn’t look all that intimidating. My frown deepened as I assessed the situation, trying to make some sense of it.How the hell had they managed to get the drop on my baby?That wasn’t like him at all.
“What guy?” the second demanded. Something glinted in the crappy motel lighting.A knife.Well, that explained that.
Fuck, I wasn’t allowed to run out of the bathroom half-cocked.
I snorted as I glanced down at my naked-ass self.Or full-cocked.I wasn’t allowed to do that either.
Probably.
Was beating up people naked appropriate?
Probably not.
Would I do it anyway?
You bet your damn ass I would.
And I fucking did.
