“And who the hell are you gonna toss those to, Astor?” My eyes mindlessly scan the area then, looking for any signs of The Void or anyone else without a white mask. “You need to get out of here.”
“And what areyougonna go do?”
“Improvise.”
Bay scoffs. “Alone? Nice try.”
“You severely underestimate me,” I grind out. geezus Christ. I know she hasn’t seen me a ton in action, but this is my damn job. I live and breathe for this shit. “Now,please, do what I say and go.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
My fingers ball into tight fists because I can’t drive her home and come back and expect shit to be the same. “If you love me, Astor…you’ll be the least of my worries tonight. I can work. I can focus. I can get your boy out and?—”
“Stop callin’ him that,” she chides through clenched teeth. “Idon’twant anything else happening to you.”
“Ozzy is in there.”
“Ozzy is Ozzy.”
I have no fucking idea what that means, but okay. “I promise, I’ll be fine, ’kay? I’ve done shit like this a million?—”
“Find the fuckin’ girl,” a male voice slices through my argument, stirring the air with danger and another issue. “She came out this way.”
I sigh, not prying my eyes off Bay. “Get down. I’ll come back for you in a second.”
“Can you fight?” Her gaze falls to my gut. “Are you…”
Nope.
Still stitched up.
Broke a few fucking Bay.
Will do it again.
“Twenty-one questions are up, Astor.” I slowly close the truck door, but her heel shoots out to keep it wedged open. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”
“Depends on what you had in mind.” Her ass slides off the seat, getting to her feet, and she sends me one of her fake-ass sweet smiles. “We work better together.”
We do.
However, I don’t know how many guys are roaming around this gravel parking lot filled with abandoned cement and semi-trucks. And if they have guns, we’ve had enough gunshot wounds to last us a lifetime.
“I can’t lose you,” I divulge wholeheartedly. “You already lost the baby. We have a lot to talk about and work through. This isn’t a?—”
Bay reaches for my hand and stops my next words dead in their tracks.
“I need something to take my mind off this.Hemurdered my kid. And I just walked out of there like it was nothing.”
“You’re up against guns and rocket launchers, Astor. You don’t have immortality, unfortunately.”
“I want him dead.Tonight.” Her blue eyes darken and narrow. “I want you to do it. I want to be there.”
My cock was already semi-hard before.
But now it’s steel.
A king is nothing without a queen. He’s nothing but pride, ego, and muscle. A queen might soften him, but she strengthens him as well. Especially in scenarios like this. I would give Bay anything she wanted just by her staring up at me like this.
