“Do you paint too?” Jorja asked, setting off another round of teasing and laughter from his brothers.
“Only if you mean painting the floor with the bad guys’ blood,” Gunnar wanted to see how she would react to that information, “then, yes, yes he does.”
“You all are insane.”
It was impressive how she kept her voice steady, he had to give her that. “So we have been told.”
“Gun, you need to look at this.” Remi shoved the phone under his nose. He needed to stop doing that. Gunnar took it and lowered it to where he could read it comfortably. “That’s a hit list.”
“We knew that.”
“Nope.” Remi swiped to the next photo. “See the difference?”
“Why the hell should I care if two Russian dudes got smoked?” Maybe he was being dense, but the dots weren’t connecting for him.
“Because of this.” Marco handed him a tablet. “They are loosely connected to that op.”
Oseruad. Well, fuck, isn’t that a kick in the balls?
Gunnar stared at the screen. “Damn.” He nodded to the guys and got to his feet. This restaurant wasn’t the place forthe conversations which needed to happen. “We need to go home now.”
“Yes, Sir.” Tyrone paused beside him and held out his hand. Gunnar dropped his keys into them, and Tyrone left the restaurant with Levi on his heels. Gunnar knew they would bring the vehicles closer to the door.
“May I have my phone back?” Jorja held out her hand.
Ah, she thinks we’re done. Isn’t that cute?
“No, Ma’am.” Gunnar got to his feet and offered her his arm. Just because he was going to insist she come with him didn’t mean he couldn’t use the manners his momma had taught him. “You are going to have to come with us.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Have you lost your mind?No. I’m not going with you.” Jorja bolted out of her chair. “Why on Earth would I want to go with you?” These people were crazy. “Are you insane?” He had to have lost his mind. This was ridiculous. Seriously, come on, what kind of jerk insists a woman they barely knew should go with a bunch of men she didn’t know?
Jorja avoided the hand reaching for her, barely. She managed to knock over the chair in the process. She was absolutely not going with them. “No, it’s not happening. I'm not going with you.” She swung her bag, trying to give herself room as one of the brothers circled around behind her.
“Watch me.” While she’d been distracted, Gunnar made his move. He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of freaking potatoes. “You are coming with us, period.”
Jorja pounded on his back with her fists and swung her purse at his head, but before it could make contact, it was ripped out of her grasp. “Asshole, put me down.”
“In a second.” He patted her backside.
The fucking audacity.
By the time they were outside, she was still spluttering at the indignity. But she was proud of the blows she landed on him as he put her into the rear seat of a truck. The second her butt hit the seat she scrambled to get out. But he closed the door, almost catching her fingers as he did.
The one he’d called Remi climbed in next to her. Jorja pulled at the door handle.
“Child locks are on,” Remi said as a man who had left the restaurant with the one who Gunnar had given his keys to climbed into the front passenger seat. “Door’s not gonna open.”
“Let me out.” Logically, she understood the words Remi had said, but they didn’t compute in her brain, and she kept tugging at the door handle. As Gunnar hit the gas and they sped out of the square in front of the restaurant, she smacked at Gunnar’s head. “You can't just kidnap me. This is kidnapping. What are you doing? You have to let me go, right now.” Her fingers found the button for the window and she jammed her finger on it repeatedly, praying it would lower fast enough so she could reach the door handle from the outside.
Remi dragged her away from the door. “Have you lost your mind, woman? At this fucking speed, if you jump out, you’ll fucking kill yourself.”
She wasn’t worried about a few bumps and bruises, damn it. “Let me fucking go.”
“No, I won't, it's not happening.” Somehow, Remi managed to gather both her wrists in one hand. He fished into a pocket on the back of the seat in front of him and came up with a set of handcuffs. He snapped one around her wrist and the other around his own. “There, you have to come with us, because unless you drag me with you, you aren’t going anywhere.”
“Asshole.” How the heck had she gotten herself into this mess? Trying to help someone, that was freaking how. God, she was such an idiot. She knew better.
