Page 101 of Allure

“In…” I swallow hard. “Passenger seat. You, ah, you can get it.”

“Fuck that. You get it.”

“I… just don’t shoot me,” I beg. “You can have it.”

“Ya can hand it to me,” he snaps, “or else you will eat a bullet. Ya hear me?”

“Yes, yes, I hear you,” I say.

I go to turn toward my car, but then I slam my palms into his gun arm, forcing it away from us, and slam my knee into his gut. I meant his groin, but I'm too jacked up, too amped up.

The mugger grunts and tries to bring his arm back, but I force it to go around in a circle, forcing him to bend his back. I keep the pressure as hard as I can, yanking on it too far, not caring if I hurt him.

“You fucking bitch!” he snarls, and he reaches for me with his other arm, but I shift closer to his feet and apply even more pressure on his arm. It doesn’t want to go anymore.

And then Declan is there. He slams his fist into the mugger's face, and the mugger goes down, I yank the gun away from him, and Declan scrambles on top of the mugger, sitting on his lap.

Already, before anything else can happen, there’s a siren. Flashing lights. A cop car.

How? Even if Declan called it in before he came over, there’s no reason for a cop to be so close by.

Unless…

I stare at Declan.

His gaze is murderous as he stares down at the mugger. The knuckles on his right hand are all bloodied, his fist still tight, as if he wants to pummel the guy some more, but I think that first punch knocked him out.

“We did it,” I murmur as a door flings open, and a cop rushes over.

“Hell, you almost subdued him yourself,” Declan says.

“All because of you and your training.”

“You were the one to implement it and do it under pressure, and that’s what matters.”

The cop doesn’t even say anything. He is already cuffing the guy, even as Declan still stays on top of him.

Another cop car pulls up, and another cop rushes over.

“Fucking King, seriously?” the newcomer grumbles. “You had to get my guy?”

"Well, technically, my son and his girlfriend did."

I gape at the cop who made the arrest. He looks just like his son, only with a little bit of salt mixed in with his dark hair, and if Declan is going to grow up to look like him? Hell, is Declan always going to be one handsome fucker.

But his father called me Declan’s girlfriend?

The newcomer eyes me. “You are…”

“Brooke Adams. I take it you’re Detective Rivera? Nice to finally meet you face to face,” I say with a smirk. “But, ah, can you arrest an unconscious person? Don’t you have to read him his rights before you can take him away?”

“How about we talk a bit while we wait for him to wake up?” the detective asks. “What happened? And are you wearing…”

“A dress,” I say, batting my eyelashes. “Do you like it?”

The detective sighs and eyes Declan, who has finally gotten up and stands just behind me. Not in front of me. Not as if he has to protect me because I’ve proven I can protect myself. He’s still acting as backup.

The weight of what we’ve done finally hits me, and I blink back tears. What we did was batshit crazy. Absolutely insane.

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