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“I’m the guy who is going to tear your skull from your body if you don’t take your hands off my girl.” He doesn’t move, but the other two take a few healthy steps back.
“This girl?” He lets her neck go but slides his hand down her front and grabs one of her luscious tits. “What are you going to do about it? Huh? I’m the one with the gun, and you’re on your knees like a little bitch.”
Sirens wail in the distance, but it’s the tears rolling down her cheeks that get me to my feet. Dead guy steps back, raises his gun, and yells at me, “Get down!” I don’t listen. “I’ll shoot you!” This fuck doesn’t scare me. Zak is likely shaking his head at me right now. I can feel his eyes boring into my back from outside.
“You shouldn’t have fucking touched her.” My menacing tone elicits panic in his eyes as he lifts the gun. I take a step forward; he puts his finger on the trigger. I take another step, and he squeezes. The bullet grazes my thigh and takes a chunk of flesh with it.
“Oh no,” my girl gasps. The pain is only absorbed by my fury as I take another step. “Please stop,” she pleads and crawls to me. All three robbers are so stunned by what dead guy has done that they stand there for a moment before remembering what they came here to do.
The girl, now at my feet on her knees and giving my dick all kinds of wicked ideas, is pressing on the wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. I bite through the pain, watching these assholes force the teller to fill their bags with cash.
Holding the back of her head, I press her to my body, her forehead burying into my thigh as she shakes in distress. “You’re fine,” I reassure her. My voice sounds harsh because it goes against everything I am to not kill these fuckers. If it weren’t for this angel with her hands all over my leg, I wouldn’t have spared anyone else a glance and simply started dropping bodies.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see my top soldiers, Zak, Eli, Joe, and Drew, standing out front. The cops attempt to push them back, but they don’t budge. Craig must be in the alley behind the bank.
“How are you doing, my brave girl?” I spare a look down to find tears flowing steadily, her eyes red-rimmed, and her dress stained with my blood.
“You’re going to want to leave out the back before the cops discover that exit,” I caution these idiots. Waving Zak to go around, I wait until the three stooges listen and make their way out there before calling my second-in-command.
“Yeah?” Zak grunts.
“Catch these motherfuckers.” I hang up before he can ask if I’m alright. I’m not, I’m fucking livid.
“Hey, dickface!” The dead asshole pops his head back around the wall, lifts his arm, and fires another shot. This time, he doesn’t miss.
“No!” I hear my girl scream as I’m propelled backwards and hit the ground with a hard thud. Pain pierces my chest as I lay there stunned.
He’s so fucking dead.
“I’m going to fucking gut him,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“Ssshh, don’t talk.” My sweet, beautiful girl kneels over me, another wound for her to press on at my shoulder. “Please be okay,” she cries. For me. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone cry for me before.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Lifting my hand, I cup her chin, brushing my thumb across that plump lower lip.
“S-s-s-soren. Soren Chambers.”
“Soren.” It fits—gentile, exactly as she is. “Come here.” She lowers with the guidance of my hand at the back of her head. “Give Daddy a kiss.” Her whimper is the last thing I hear as I take her lips moments before I pass out.
CHAPTER 2
Soren
Daddy…
The word plays over in my head. With his strong voice and possessive eyes, I obeyed him like a good girl.
His good girl.
How did he know?
There’s no time to dwell on it before I hear shattering glass and a lot of yelling. Scrambling over his body, I try to protect him from further harm as police come crashing into the bank. Madness ensues in the following minutes as I’m dragged off the stranger’s body.
A perfectly sculpted body, if I’m honest. And I always try to be honest with myself. From the second our eyes met right before the robbers made their move, I’d felt a bone-deep connection to this mysterious man.
“Miss, I need you to get off him so we can check him out.” Someone tugs at my shoulders, dragging me away. “Are you okay?” another asks, obviously seeing the blood staining my hands and dress.
“I’m fine, it’s his. I tried to stop the bleeding.” Even unconscious, he’s commanding.
