Page 38 of Dominating Sean
“All right,” Moss said, yawning a little as he changed lanes to head for an exit. It wasn’t the exit for the apartment India now shared with Enzo and Sean. “He’s trying to help Sean’s cousin stay out of jail. He has had to leave his studio in the hands of his students, and I know it makes him nervous.”
India stared out the window, watching the lights of the dark city race by, trying to ignore the sensations in her ass. Moss seemed to know where he was going, which was interesting. She texted Enzo that she’d be a little late, then changed the subject, trying to focus anywhere but on the toy. “Do you think Freya is redeemable?”
Moss shrugged. “Arthur seems to think so, and I trust Arthur’s judgement in these matters.”
“All right, I guess we’d better be nice to Arthur.” It wasn’t that she wasn’t nice to Arthur. He was a great guy and probably their most trusted employee other than Enzo. It was just that this Freya thing had already gone on for two months, and India was pretty sure they should have turned her over to the police. “Why not turn Sean’s family over to the police? Declan is living in your guest room, and Freya is off in the woods being detoxed and taught tai chi.”
Moss chuckled. “Sean’s your man, ask him.” That simple, obvious statement sent a shudder of warmth through India. Her man. Her sweet, loving submissive, that she shared with a rather ridiculous alpha male.
“Fine, I’ll ask him.”
“Anyway, I think we’re going to hire Declan. I really like him. Not sure about Freya, though. Patience, little sister. Just one more stop and you can get home to your boys,” Moss said, and India sighed, leaning back in the seat. They turned off the highway and wove through a residential area to a small strip mall that looked like it had been built in the eighties. Rose City Kung Fu looked like any standard martial arts studio, nothing special from the outside. But Arthur was special, so it probably had an amazing program.
It was late, and the strip mall parking lot was dark. The closest street light flickered out, then back on, and India spotted a group of men approaching the building. India blinked as the thing in her ass started… Was it rotating?
“What are those guys doing?” Her voice came out a little squeaky. Moss didn’t comment on her squeaking. Perhaps he took it as fear. He frowned, also studying them. They could easily have been a group of slightly criminal-looking guys our bar crawling or something, but something about them bothered India. They looked like the members of a biker gang—massive brutish white guys with greasy hair and tattoos. One of them was holding a knife, which was weird. Did people walk around at night ready to brawl, or did these guys have a reason for being here?
The lights flickered off in the martial arts studio, and they both glanced that way. A Black woman had come out of the building, stopping to lock and bolt the door. She was pretty—petite and curvy, her hair in braided pigtails. She spotted the strange group of men as well, and frowned at them. Moss slipped out of the car, telling India to stay put, and India pulled her gun out of her purse, to be safe. Moss had parked along the street to the side of the building—he had given her some kind of lecture about small parking lots and quick exits. It was best not to argue with Moss in matters like that. Also, there was a toy doing something crazy to her. She dialed Enzo.
“Cut it out,” she muttered, watching her brother. “I’m still in the car with Moss, and it’s awkward.”
Moss didn’t approach the woman. Instead, he walked to the woman’s car and waited for her to approach, startling the shit out of the poor woman like the idiot that he was. India rolled her eyes as he pulled out two guns, doing his action hero thing.
“What are you guys doing?” Enzo asked over the phone. We miss you Indie. Come home.
“Oh my god, my brother is such a dork. He’s trying to hit on this woman, I think.”
Enzo snorted. “That, I’d like to see. I’ll stop the toy, but come home soon or I’ll start it again.”
India signed off, frowning as she watched the exchange outside.
The biker guys didn’t back down, which was patently stupid. Even if Moss hadn’t been who he was, he was holding weapons, for fuck’s sake. One of the guys seemed to argue with Moss before pulling a weapon of his own, and India watched as he took aim at her brother. She flinched as her brother shot first, knowing it was self defense, but still grossed out by it. She’d seen Moss in action, seen his calculated violence, but it still, even after all of these years, made her a little queasy.
After a brief exchange, the terrified-looking woman took off in her car, the injured man was hauled off by his buddies, and Moss unlocked the studio as if nothing had happened. He came back out with Arthur’s laptop bag and slipped back into his car.
“What the actual fuck was that?”
Moss shrugged. “Arthur’s studio has been targeted by a white supremacist group a few times lately. The laptop was an excuse because he was worried about his instructor. You know how he is.”
“So they weren’t muggers?”
“No. I don’t think muggers travel in packs, and there were two fucking groups of them. It was planned. You know, I think I’ll help Arthur out with some things at his studio. I could teach a class, right?” Moss said.
India stared at her brother. “What? You, teach?”
“I’m good with kids. I think.” He frowned and tilted his head. “Well, I imagine myself to be good with kids, but I can’t think of a time when I actually interacted with one. I’m sure I must have as a child.”
“Saying things like that will not convince people you’re good with kids.”
Moss scratched his eyebrow and reached back to buckle his seatbelt, starting the engine. “Sure it does.”
“Oh my god, you liked her! The girl.” India squealed. “But you only interacted with her for like two minutes.”
“Anyway, I suppose we should get out of here. I shot a guy. And he’s not dead.”
“Good thing you parked in a shadowy spot around the corner of the building like the psychopath you are,” India said.
“It had a better exit,” Moss stated, shifting into drive and pulling out onto the road, accelerating towards home. India smiled at her brother and imagined him in love with the martial arts instructor. Moss glanced at her and shook his head. “Stop daydreaming about our double wedding.”
