Page 87 of The Disputed Legacy
Once we were outside, though, I couldn’t believe my eyes. In the alley, where Oscar and I seldom went because we didn’t have a car to get to in the adjacent parking lot, was Saul.
He stood from hunching over a dead body. His face twisted into a scowl as he stalked forward, clearly angry, but not with enough urgency to hurry to reach me while these brutes carried me and Oscar.
“What the fuck?” He fumed, sticking a gun in a holster as he walked closer.
A gun?
He said he was in security, but I hadn’t realized he’d ever be packing.
Or—
I gasped, the most I could with a gloved hand over my mouth.
I never thought about him killing people.
The body on the pavement didn’t move, and it clicked all too clearly that he had to have killed that man.
Oh, fuck. Oh,fuck!
What did I get myself mixed up with?
He caught on to my lightbulb moment as he approached, glaring at the man who held me. The tall one I’d punched moved to the center. He glanced at Oscar, then the corpse, and then me.
“Don’t let the boy see,” he ordered, flicking his finger to aim at another suited man to move in front of the dead body to block Oscar from seeing that Saul had killed someone.
Confusion set in. Nothing made sense. Especially not when the hero I was falling in love with didn’t seem to be in any rush to get me free.
“What the fuck?” he asked again, glaring at the men holding us. “I told you to fucking wait.”
He opened the backdoor to one of the cars idling nearby. Gesturing for the men to carry me and Oscar there, he rolled his hand to hurry them over. “I told you to fucking wait for me,” he told the one they’d called the boss, the one who wanted to spare Oscar from seeing a dead man.
“There was another asshole waiting in her apartment,” the boss said.
“Release her,” Saul ordered once the man holding me was at the open door to the car.
“She’s a flight risk,” my captor argued.
“For fuck’s sake, Nik. I’ve got her.”
Nik pulled his hand away, and I screamed. Saul wasinon this. He was aware of my kidnapping and a part of it!
“Shit.” Saul put his hand over my mouth, wrapped his arm around me, and dove into the car with me. We tumbled roughly on the seat, and Nik slammed the door shut after us once we were in.
Fighting him back, I didn’t stop once, too enraged and ready to tear him limb from limb. In the end, as the car sped off, he pinned me to the backseat and glowered at me. “Stop!”
“No! Let me go!”
“Just calm?—”
“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re kidnapping me?”
“It’s for your own good.”
I growled, fighting with all my might again.
“Stop! Willow, just calm down and stop.”
“No! Where’s Oscar! Please. Don’t give him away.”
