Page 65 of Resistant

“Ah, I see, so this is the getaway team. The three of us. How cozy. I find that Brynn doesn’t follow directions well, so I hope you have better influence over her than I’ve experienced. But then, that’s where the fun is, am I right?”

“No, you aren’t.” I rumble.

My Dom has taken over and is bristling with indignation over this guy.Motherfucker.

He smirks and saunters out of the kitchen into the living room. I turn to Brynn.

“We can leave right now.”

She shakes her head, her hand still covering her mouth.

“Who is that asshole, Brynn?”

She leans into me. I wrap my arms around her pulling her close. Fuck what the others see. She’s mine.

“Someone from the past. Someone I didn’t ever want to see again. I can’t talk about it right now.”

“Let’s go.”

“No, Declan. If he is Paxon’s friend, we need to hear out the plan.”

I slam my fist on the counter and Brynn jumps.

“Not if he does this to you, Brynn. I’ll find another way.”

“There isn’t another way.” she whispers.

My heart breaks for her. Her expression is full of misery, and I’d do anything to take that away.

“I need to find my children, Declan. And Knox knows where they are.”

I feel the finality of that statement in the depths of my heart, and the world reels for a moment before I get ahold of myself.

I pull her back into my chest, and she hiccups a few times and clutches at my shoulders. She takes a few stuttering breaths, and she pulls away. But I’m not ready to let her go. I won’t ever be ready.

The formidable energy in the room spikes when Brynn sits next to me on a tiny love seat. She’s practically in my lap, but since I’d prefer her to be in my lap, I don’t shift away. I clutch her small hand in mine.

I’m shooting lasers through my eyes at Knox, who is steadily ignoring me. Too bad I’m not Superman.Motherfucker. It’s my new favorite word.

Paxon is going on and on about Knox the motherfucker having the connections to literally take Brynn and me away from here. Like walk right out the gate, no questions asked.

But what I don’t understand is if this guy has that much power, and he wants Brynn, why hasn’t he removed me from the equation? I stiffen, as it occurs to me that I’ve stumbled across the plan. Rage boils under my skin making me itch all over. I clamp that shit down. Fuck.

Brynn looks at me, and I shift in my seat and shake my head.

She turns back to Paxon, listening to the details of the plan as they pour from his mouth. So much for thinking he could be an ally.

Riesa is giving me eyes from across the room. I give her my best asshole stare. I don’t want Brynn riled up again. This is so fucked up.

Riesa moves to sit to our right. I feel some of my tension dissipate as she angles her body in front of us both, again. Understanding blooms in my chest, Riesa understands that the situation is affecting me morebecauseI am a Dom, and she’s trying to shoulder some of the weight for my benefit. I feel a wave of her dominance shoulder up to mine, and it soothes my beast. I don’t have time to examine the why of it. I know without an ounce of doubt this woman will protect my Angel with everything she’s got.

She just picked a side and I feel some of the tension ease away. I continue to stare my laser holes in the motherfucker across the room.

When Paxon finishes yammering on, Brynn and I get up to leave and I feel Riesa slip a paper in my palm, which I pocket without a word.

We enter our bungalow and I slam the door behind me.

“Brynn, you need to start talking right now.”

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