I consider screaming again, hoping someone will hear me this time, but before I can open my mouth, I see a second pair of feet in my upside down periphery. It’s then that all hell breaks loose.
“Put her down, ya bloody eejit.”
I know this is a bad time for the tingles, but hot damn. Corrin’s Irish accent must be something that pops up when he’s angry, and damn I would like to hear that slight curl whispered in my ear while he fucks me.
One smart thing this idiot does is he actually lowers my feet to the floor, but his smarts don’t stick around for long. As soon as my heels touch the tile, he has one arm wrapped around myneck, almost in a loose headlock, and something cold and hard is pressed to my right temple. Holy shit, he has a gun.
Where was he hiding that thing? I’m a mix of surprised that he didn’t pull it out sooner, and pissed off that Corrin has to see me like this.
This is not how tonight was supposed to go. I was supposed to have fun with my friends, maybe lure Corrin out on the dance floor with me so I could slither and slide all around him, tempting him enough to want to leave the party early to have his dirty. nasty way with me once we got home. Not be staring at home looking like a disheveled hooker who walked through a tornado.
“Let her go.”
Please be smart. Please be smart. Please be smart. I mime the words to myself knowing that the dumbass can’t see my face.
Instead of being smart, he spins both of us around, almost losing his hold on me as I trip and start to lean because my feet are still taped together. But the guy somehow pulls it together last second and keeps me upright.
This brings us face to face with Corrin who has a gun raised in his right hand, pointed in our direction.
“I said,” he shouts, “let her go.”
“No fucking way.” I can feel his anger vibrate through my body. “Not after what your goons did to me last time. She’s my payment for starting all this mess and pulling a knife on me.”
“You actually started this, asshole.” He’s the one who touched my butt. None of this would be happening, including whatever happened to him last week, if he just would have kept his hands to himself.
“Shut up, bitch.” The gun is then pressed harder into my skin.
This needs to stop. I get an idea, I’m not sure if it’s a smart one or not, but at this point, I am giving zero fucks as long as it gets me out of this sweaty fuckwads hold. I lock eyes with Corrin, hoping he will see what I need him to, so we can get out of this mess without either of the guns going off, hitting him or I in the process.
Corrin is expressionless. This a face I have yet to meet and quite frankly, I can go another eighty years without ever having to see it again. He is downright scary. I know it’s not aimed at me, but it still doesn’t make me happy to see it. I like my growly Corrin, not the murderous one I’m seeing here.
Trying to get my point across fast, I quickly flick my eyes up and down to the floor a few times, hoping Corrin is picking up the message I’m trying to send. I think he gets it, because he slightly lowers the gun that is still in his right hand, and holds up his left like he’s surrendering.
“I can’t let you take her out of here, man. But maybe we can come to some other type of agreement. I have money. How much do you need?”
“This isn’t about money!” he shouts and he continues to shake. I begin to wonder if he is on some kind of drug and the side effects are causing the outbursts. “Y’all embarrassed me in front of my boys.”
Ahh, so this is actually a male ego thing. It sounds like he might be one of those stereotypical frat boy losers who probably fucked around too much in college, so when he didn’t graduate with honors. Then because he didn’t get the high profile job he thought he was a shoe in for, he feels the need to overcompensate for his weaknesses. He was out celebrating with his guys, trying to impress all his rich buddies with a night out funded by daddy’s credit card. He was probably extra shady under all the bravado because one of the guys is getting married, so the bachelor party celebration was making his inadequacies extra sensitive.
Dude really needs to grow up and take some responsibility for his own actions. He’s the one who grabbed my ass. I didn’t pull a knife on him for no reason. Well, fuck him and his sensitive crybaby attitude. I want out of this mess and to go home with my man.
I unlock my knees, and as soon as I start falling, hoping I can tuck my head at the last minute so I don’t end up knocking myself out, when—BANG!—a gunshot rings through the hall and I’m lost in a whirlwind of yelling. I feel a pair of hands reach out to pull me backward and save me from my own fall.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CORRIN
Just as Saylor starts her drop to the floor, I raise my arm back up level and shoot the fucker who threatened my woman in the shoulder. He goes down and I do the only thing I can think ofin the moment, the thing I wanted to do the second I walked around the corner and saw my woman upside down over his shoulder. Only I am allowed to hold her like that. I lunge at him.
Face, chest, head, sides, I start swinging and hit him everywhere I can, as fast as I can. He tries to half-ass fight back using his one working arm, but it doesn’t take me long to overpower him, then flip him over facedown, unconscious on the floor.
I immediately look up to see that Padraig has Saylor in his grasp. I knew he did, otherwise I wouldn’t haven’t gone straight for the loser, but getting a full look at her now calms my mind. Padraig has both of them sitting on the floor and is trying to pull the tape from her wrists as gently as he can.
Not even bothering to get up off the floor myself, I shuffle the few feet to her on my knees. It is probably only seconds, yet it feels like hours, but the second that Padraig has her untangled from the tape around her ankles, Saylor leaps at me, throwing arms around my neck. The momentum makes me fall back to sit on my ass and Saylor keeps trying to get closer to me. She crawls into my lap, then fuses her lips to mine.
I’m not exactly sure where Padraig came from, or how he ended up behind the attacker, but I’m sure glad he did. He must have been in the interrogation room at the end of the hall, or maybe the manager’s office, but nonetheless it doesn’t really matter anymore. The idiot is down, bullet in his shoulder, and Saylor is in my arms. Damn, am I ready for this day to be over.
I lose track of time for a bit, only stopping kissing my woman when Padraig coughs to bring me back to the current moment.Setting Saylor to my side for barely millisecond, I climb to my feet and pull her up as well. Before I can pull her back into my arms, she spins around and kicks the guy in the side. I swear I hear a crack and I let my first smile crack my lips in too many minutes.
