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Despite our love-hate relationship with law enforcement, we’ve found ourselves in situations where we have had to tip them off when we aren’t in a position to deal with something, but those occasions are few and far between and we always go through the same contact, the only man in uniform I’m willing to trust.
This truck filled with terrified women is clearly not something we can deal with. Most of them look underage . . . We don’t have the resources to sort this out and get these girls home.
The prospect disappears to make the call, leaving me alone with Knight. I turn to him to instruct him to load the Black Chains into the SUV Reaper drove out here for this purpose. We’ll deal with these men ourselves and get all the information we can from them. It doesn’t really matter what the girls tell the police happened to them. The cops won’t care enough to track down three low-level grunts, and there will be no proof we were ever here.
Knight nods and walks away, and I don’t realize until he’s gone that he’s left me with a bunch of terrified girls.
Built like a tank, I am a six-foot-three giant with a face that’s been said to give kids nightmares. I have a deep rumbly voice and would have these girls screaming at the top of their lungs if I dared try to comfort them.
Not that I would know what to say anyway.
Shit!
My fingers itch with the need to reach into my jacket and take out a cigarette, but I stop myself before I can do that. The only other option is to stand awkwardly outside the truck with my massive build blocking most of the moonlight.
Fuck! Maybe I shouldn’t have sent Knight away. He always seems to attract women to him with his good looks and charming words. Hell, even Reaper would do better in my position.
“Jesus Christ! What is taking so long!” I hiss under my breath, unsure what to do but unwilling to leave the girls alone. Realistically, I know it’s impossible for the cops to get here anywhere under twenty minutes considering how far our territory is from the city, but that doesn’t exactly calm me down. We have to time our departure with their arrival just right so we aren’t caught up with the police ourselves.
I am so tightly strung and distracted that I don’t hear one of the girls climb out of the back of the truck until someone taps my shoulder, startling me.
I whip around quickly, my breath catching in my throat when my eyes lock with clear baby blue ones that remind me of the sky on a calm day. The girl, about a foot or so shorter than me, stares up at me with teary eyes that cause a rumbling growl at the back of my throat.
Christ, even with her mussed-up golden hair and tear-streaked cheeks, she seems like an angel. Everything about her, from the way she watches me to the air about her, catches me off guard and renders me speechless. All I can do is . . . stare.
“A-are you—” She cuts herself off to clear her voice, which comes out a little husky. “Are you here to save us?”
I open my lips to say something, but my thoughts can’t seem to settle on what exactly I need to say with her watching me the way she is . . . So, I simply nod.
Her eyes well up with tears again, and I have to stop myself from stepping forward to make it right. For the first time in my life, I wish I was Knight. My best friend would know the right thing to say to comfort her.
He would know what to do and—
“Oh!” I gasp when the girl flings herself into my arms, wrapping her hands around my shoulders and burying her face against my chest before breaking into a heart-wrenching sob.
“Thank you,” she sniffs into my shirt. “You have no idea how scared we’ve been. Thank you.”
My hands remain by my sides, confused by the girl’s reaction and unsure how to respond.
No one besides my sister has hugged me in years, and never like this.
Nothing this warm. Nothing this devastating.
This girl . . . wrecks me to the core.
Chapter Three
Sky
He smells of cigarettes and leather.
I never imagined I would cling to a scent like a lifeline, bury myself against steel-hard muscles, and want to forget . . .
Forget about the last twenty-four hours of hell.
I tighten my hands around the man's shoulders to stifle my cry, and I know it should mortify me just how tightly I am clinging to this stranger, but . . . I can’t help myself. This is the first time in what feels like days I have felt any semblance of peace.
After what I’ve been through, I don’t have it in me to be mortified.
