Page 38 of Sinners Keepers
I did as he asked and looked at him expectantly, waiting for further instructions.
He glanced at me for a split second out of the corner of his eye. “Can you go back to the car for me, Hunter?”
“What do you need from the car?” I asked.
“Nothing. I want you to go back to your seat and lock the doors until the guys get here.”
“But—”
“I said what I said, baby,” he cut me off, leaving no room for argument. “Go.”
My first instinct was to retort, but I knew he had my best interest at heart and I chose to listen. Mostly because bossy Law was sexy, and I knew he just wanted to keep me safe.
I did as he asked, super anxious about what would happen next. I didn’t even want to consider the possibility that he could be injured in any way, especially not right in front of me. I could see him from my place in the back seat, his gun trained on the pair of them. His face was expressionless and I knew he'd pull the trigger without an ounce of hesitation if either of them so much as blinked the wrong way. But I didn’t need to worry for long because the guys arrived in no time at all.
A bright pair of headlights shone through the back window of our vehicle. I released a relieved breath, thankful Law wouldn’t have to deal with them alone for much longer. Not that I thoughtMarciaposed any threat, so it wasn't like he was outnumbered or anything.
Ijah tapped on my window as he passed, making sure I knew it was them, and Alec blew a kiss in my direction. I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning.
God, they made me goofy even in the most ridiculous situations.
Then, everything happened so fast.
Alec moved at a ridiculous speed, grabbing Marcia by the hair and yanking her from the car. He had her pinned against the side of the vehicle within seconds.
I watched her jerk against him as he pierced the skin at the base of her neck with a needle, and shoved the plunger all the way to the hilt. Her body sagged.
I made a mental note to ask him later what the fuck that was and where they kept it hidden in the house. That was some serial killer-level shit.
He tossed her limp form over his shoulder and walked in the direction of the car they came in, winking at me as he passed by.
In one fluid motion, Law grabbed Rob from the front seat and yanked him out while Ijah simultaneously disarmed him, then further patted him down to make sure they hadn’t missed anything. With a swift punch, he crumpled to the ground, unconscious. He was much larger than Marcia, so it took both of them to move him.
I was extra grateful they took the time to pull his fucking pants up.
Law returned to me, settling back into the driver’s seat slightly sweaty and a bit out of breath.
Buckling up, as casual as ever, he looked at me and said, “How about that hot cocoa?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Law
Back at the house, the guys had gotten fuck all information from the two twits we now had locked up in the basement—temporary residents in our humble abode in hopes that Ellis would at least come looking for them.
This would either draw him out or it wouldn’t, and I wondered which scenario they considered worse at this point. Either we would kill them for simply existing in his orbit, orhewould once he was given the evidence of their disloyalty to him. It was just a matter of who would make it quicker and easier.
I laughed to myself as I walked up the stairs toward Hunter’s bedroom. She’d opted out of witnessing any kind of torture this time around, and I couldn’t say I blamed her. She was in a fragile state mentally and none of us really thought it was wise to tempt messing with the progress she’d made. Guns and torture were no bueno for our girl.
I eased the door open quietly and peered in, finding her snuggled under a thick pile of blankets. She really loved being all comfy and cozy. Her lips were parted, her breathing deep and even. She still held the book she’d been reading in the hand draped over her chest. I slid it out of her grasp and placed it on the nightstand.
Brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, I placed a kiss on her temple.
I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with her and wake her up with my dick, but she looked so peaceful. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She deserved every moment of peace she could find, and I hoped she was dreaming of something cute, like building a snowman or some shit.
I wanted to build a snowman with her.
I also had a small errand to run, and I didn’t want to be rushed. When I finally got my hands on her, I would be taking my sweet fucking time.
