Page 20 of Sinners Keepers
He gave me a quick squeeze back before nudging me away and holding me at arm's length, looking me over to make sure I was okay.
Once he was satisfied I was in one piece, he sighed deeply and pulled me in for another hug.
I was momentarily shocked but then sunk into him, breathing in the scent of his citrusy, spicy cologne. It shouldn’t have relaxed me as much as it did, but I felt safe with him despite everything. Especially in this moment after what just happened.
“I don’t know what the fuck you just did, but your little distraction made grabbing Roman so much fucking easier,” his chest rumbled against the side of my face as he spoke.
He released me and I filled him in, his eyes lighting with rage as I told him what happened.
“I’m so fucking sorry for making Alec leave you like that. I was in a bit of a predicament outside. If he survives this, he’ll fucking wish he didn’t. Whatever hell his soul would’ve wound up in is nothing compared to what I’ll do to him for putting his hands on you if he lives.”
I shouldn’t have been turned on by that, but apparently, violence in my honor really did something for me.
“Oh, I don’t think we have to worry about that,” I said, pulling the EpiPen from my hip and waving it in the air in front of him.
A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took it from me, wiped it down, and shoved it deep into the potted plant on the console table next to us. He pulled me in again for a side hug and placed a quick kiss on my temple. “Good girl,” he murmured against my skin, sending a burst of heat through my body. He interlaced his fingers with my own and led me toward a side exit. “Alec will have Roman back at the house by now. Let’s get you out of here before anyone realizes he’s missing.”
“How did he manage that on his own?” I knew he was capable of holding his own, but a person only stayed knocked out for so long, and it really hadn’t beenthatlong since he left me at the table.
Law mimicked injecting himself in the neck with something and winked.Oh.
He really needed to stop making every freaking thing so damn hot. It was inappropriate.
“The car?” I asked, wondering how we’d get home.
“Oh…” he hesitated, “Someone drove them. The car’s still here.”
“Leo?” I asked. That must have been where he was when everything went down.
“Uh. Yeah,” he gave me a tight smile and tapped his finger to the tip of my nose. “Can’t get anything past you, can we?”
CHAPTERELEVEN
Hunt
The light bulb in the stairwell flickered, and as I descended the spiraling steps, muffled grunts and the sound of heavy breathing grew louder. I was all too familiar with the sounds coming from the dimly lit room below having lived in a crime lord’s hell house for the last several years.
I cringed, knowing the scene I was about to walk into would not be a pleasant one. I didn’t have to be there, but it gave me some sort of sick satisfaction to know the man who was willing to take a literal human being as payment for a debt owed—to takeme—would meet his end at the hands of two guys I’d opted to blindly trust without much reason other than the fact that I’d been backed into a corner and I kind of justfeltlike I should.
This solidified that it had been a wise decision to do so. They were on my side in this, and I probably couldn’t have handpicked anyone better if I’d been given the opportunity to do so. They were well versed in this lifestyle and all the bonus features that came with living it.
I just hoped they could get even a small amount of information from him first. I desperately wanted to know where my dad was so we could end this once and for all.
Alec stood towering over a man who probably would have rivaled him in size and strength were he not tied to a metal chair that was bolted to the concrete floor. I’ll admit, he was devastatingly handsome. Unfortunately for him, looks don’t really make up for much when you’re an actual piece of shit.
Law placed his hand on the small of my back, anchoring me as we made our way toward them. His firm touch was all I needed to steady my nerves.
“Take a good look at her, Rome. Let this pretty face be one of the last things your sorry ass sees,” Alec grazed the back of his hand along the length of my jawline, the gesture giving me butterflies despite the fact that his knuckles were split and bloody from the beating he’d very obviously just finished doling out. “Since you so badlywanted her,” he taunted.
“You can keep the scarred, ugly bitch,” Roman mumbled, barely holding his head up before spitting a thick wad of blood at me. It spattered between the v of my dress, landing against my bare chest. Bile rose in my throat.
Without an ounce of hesitation, Alec reached behind his back and jerked a gun from the waistband of his slacks, aiming it directly between Roman’s eyes and pulling the trigger.
The gunshot rang out in the open expanse of the room, shattering the brief silence.
I stood, shocked, and watched in slow motion as Law’s head snapped back, his face looking toward the ceiling before he scrubbed his hands over his eyes and groaned loudly. “Well, he’s sure as fuck not talking now.”
I had seen my fair share of bloodshed, so when I’d pressured the guys for a front-row seat to all of the night’s activities, I did not at all expect to react the way I did. My body tensed and a cold sweat slipped down my back as a wave of nausea washed over me. Law's strong arms wrapped around me, catching me before I hit the ground.
