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“What?” I ask, flabbergasted by his response. “You can’t mean that!”
“Why the hell not?” Rosco counters. “Do you not trust me?”
“Of course, I do,” I reply. “But you have your brothers and their babies to think about. Rosco, this is serious. My stepfather is ruthless. The things I’ve learned since getting free of him? It’s disturbing and overwhelming to know I lived in the same house as that man.”
“What happened today?”
“He’s here. He was at that house,” I inform him.
“You saw him?” Rosco asks. I shake my head.
“No, I heard him. When I went looking for the bathroom, I found one in an office. I was about to come out when I heard voices in the office. It was him. I’ll never forget his voice. He was talking to Mr. Winthrop. They were talking about me and the boys.”
The fear I’ve been experiencing since I first heard his voice ramps up even more, if that’s possible.
“I have to get my van and the boys. We’ll head somewhere we haven’t been before. I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” I’m rambling, but I can’t stop. I’m so freaked out I can’t think clearly. Planning out loud helps me to focus. I’ve always had to talk things out. The boys have gotten used to my ramblings when shit is going sideways.
“Rachel.”
“I heard him say they would follow me from the restaurant to get to the boys. I can’t let that happen. Maybe we can go to Florida or California. Yeah, that’s better.”
“Rachel!” Rosco’s lips slam down on mine. I gasp. His tongue delves into my mouth to stroke my tongue. My brain short-circuits, and all the fear and anxiety melts away. I moan whenhe deepens the kiss, tangling his hand in my hair and tilting my head.
How long we kiss, I don’t know. Rosco’s phone buzzes repeatedly bursting the bubble of lust we’ve been in.
14
ROSCO
Enos: Get moving, Bro. Time is not our friend.
Me:You see something?
Enos:Not yet, but Kelvin has made a connection between our hostess and the mafia.
Enos:Dalton has the twins. He’ll meet us at your place.
Me:Heading out now.
“Angel, we have to go,” I tell her, rising to my feet while keeping her in my arms. My head is on swivel as I scan our surroundings. Even knowing Enos and Kelvin are doing the same, the need to keep Rachel safe and protected weighs heavily on me.
“Are they here?” Rachel asks fearfully, her head turning this way and that, searching for the enemy.
“No, angel. They aren’t here, but we need to get to a secure location.” Rachel nods, and to my delight, she rests her head on my shoulder, not protesting my carrying her through the park again.
Enos meets up with us on the path and walks the rest of the way with us to the parking lot. He moves to the passenger side of my truck, opening the door so I can settle Rachel in the seat. I sether down gently, reaching over to grab the seatbelt and secure her in.
“What are you doing?” Rachel asks as I’m buckling her in. “I’m a grown woman. I can buckle my own seatbelt.”
“I’m well aware you’re a grown woman,” I grumble, thinking about my cock’s reaction whenever she’s nearby. “I just want to be sure you’re secure. Humor me, okay?”
She snorts, mumbling something about a barbarian. I suppress a grin, knowing she’d punch it right off my face if she saw it. I back out of her space once I’m confident she’s buckled in and close the door. Enos is waiting by the hood of my truck with a knowing grin on his face.
“She’s going to be a handful,” he comments. “You sure you can handle her?” I scowl at him and receive a laugh in return. “I suggest a heavy-duty jock strap. You know, protect the family jewels.”
I roll my eyes, stalking past him in an effort to ignore him, but Enos isn’t having it. His hand snakes out to catch my arm. His face and tone shift to serious. His eyes bore into mine.
“Seriously, don’t worry, bro. We’ve got you and your girl.” I nod not bothering to argue the point that Rachel isn’t my girl. It will only waste time we don’t have.
