Dammit.
“Oi. Enough.” Lucky hands the girl off to me then stands in the hall. “You mother fuckers send out them girls or I will cut your fucking ’nads off, fry ’em, and feed ’em to ya.”
Doors open, teens exit, and as my buddy rounds them up, Grayson sounds a warning. “Locals are two minutes out.”
My pal winks at the wary girls and grins. “C’mon little sheilas. Let’s go home.”
“What if we like it here?” One crosses her arms so defiantly, I pick her up and put her over my shoulder, grab another by the hand, and run. “We’ll sort it out later.”
“Go, go, go.” Carrying the upside down teenager, I dash to the front door while the billionaire counts down, “Nine, eight seven…”
It’s gonna be close. I drop my charge in Sam’s lap, crawl in, and slam the door as our driver guns the engines.
“Five, four…”
Shit, I’d rather not have to explain how the two dead khakis tried to shoot me first.
“Heads down, everyone.” Brakes squeal, the limo slows to the curb and we all hold our breath.
While I sink lower, Sam, sitting next to me, squeezes my hand.
Lucky pushes the tops of two blond crowns as flashing lights fill the interior of our vehicle. Once they pass, the limo’s engine roars to life and we lurch forward.
We change vehicles in an underground garage. Then, in three dark SUV’s, we drive to home base.
Sam shivers next to me. Dammit, I plum forgot she went for a swim. I remove my vest and armor so I can give her my coat.
“Took you long enough, tough guy.”
“You could’ve just asked.”
“Not for the coat, the rescue.”
I knew what she meant and grin. “Hell, you seemed to be doing alright without my help. What was your plan, if you made it to the sea?”
“Swim to a yacht and use the radio to contact the US Embassy.”
I chuckle. “It might’ve worked.”
“Oh, have no doubt, it would’ve. However, for a moment I considered going with the flow. I mean, being a kept woman has some advantages.”
“For instance?” My brows raise.
“For one thing, the mansion is really nice and the beach is incredible. And, of course, I’d never have to work again… “
“Except on your back.”
“Which is why I jumped.”
“Shit, darlin’. Do you know how close you came to the patio?”
“I wasn’t even close. You were at the wrong angle. You won’t get rid of me that easily.” Her soft palms cup my rough cheek and my cock goes hard.
When life gets tough, the tough fuck it out of their systems.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sam
