Cronus flips the table and grabs Diego by the hand, bending his wrist to the point where we all hear the crack.
“You struck my girl, asshole, and she won’t be dancing for you ever. She is mine,” Cronus yells in his face. One punch to the head knocks the fucker unconscious. “Typhon, you know where to take him.”
Poseidon has a gun pressed into the back of the head of the guard who tried to jump in. He secures him and will be going to the Hole too. A secure building near the clubhouse is used for situations like this. Javier Diego and his men will never see the light of day, and we’ll get the information we need to bring down Ahriman. As a clandestine unit, we can play outside of the law.
I spin at the sound of a commotion and move into action. Stormy drops the guard she just put in his place. He whips out a knife, and I fire a shot into his leg. I stomp on his hand, breaking it. Then it’s lights out for him as I use my gun to knock him out.
“Got another one for you,” I shout.
Without thinking, I reach over the body on the floor and grab Stormy by the middle. She starts fighting when I pull her to me.
“Let me go, asshole. That’s my sister,” she yells as she swings a fist at me.
“Stormy, stop. It’s me, Atlas.”
She freezes and falls into me, holding on tight as if she can’t stand letting me go. I don’t want to let her go either. She wraps her body around mine, her ankles locking at my back.
When we turn back to the room, Cronus has Maisy in his arms.
“Brock, what are you doing here? How did you find me?” Maisy asks.
The use of his first name makes all of us stop and look. We know his name, of course, but no one except his family calls him that. For this girl to use it tells me she’s important. That and the fact he claimed her as his.
Could he be the hacker who’s been hiding her tracks? Is this the girl he was talking about months ago? I want to question him, but I’m more concerned about how Stormy got here. I need to focus on her and get her out of this place before more of Diego’s men show up.
“Aries, take out the SUV driver and get my transpo to the back. Now,” Cronus barks into the comms. He then turns to me. “You got yours. I need to get mine out of here.”
Maisy hits Cronus in the chest. “Let me go. I’m not yours. You left me to them. Do you know what they did to me? What I had to go through?” She starts crying, which makes Stormy react. She disengages her body from around mine.
“Leave her be. Don’t you hurt her.”
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but you were so young. I had to leave you. Monty swore he’d keep you safe,” he says, but she continues to struggle and almost falls out if his arms. “Snow, don’t make me restrain you.”
Maisy huffs but stops.
“I’ll drop you on your ass before you get the first cuff on her.” Stormy rushes for him, but I hold her back.
She could possibly get one hit in before he drops her. I don’t want to go after my boss to protect my girl, but I will. Crossing Cronus isn’t the smartest idea I’ve ever had, but I don’t always make the wisest choices.
“Stormy, baby, she’s safe with Cronus.”
Stormy turns wide eyes toward me. I love seeing her eyes again, even behind those sexy glasses.
“I don’t know him, and she isn’t happy about seeing him.”
The sight of her natural blond hair startles me at first. I liked the purple, but I love that she’s still rebelling with the dreadlocks. Her five-foot-four frame molds to my body. My cock is hard for her, but I want to give her time. She’s been through a lot.
The plastic surgery changed her facial structure enough to fool all my programs, but it wasn’t overdone. It’s subtle and only enhanced her already beautiful features. Up close, in my arms, I can see the scars on her forearms that slightly mar her tattoos. I can’t wait until she’ll let me bury my face in her neck and breathe in the scent of her. The earthy, nutty, smoky scent of shea butter. I’ll never smell that lotion again without thinking of her. I’ll use it to get myself off until she lets me inside her sweet body.
“I’ll be okay, Stormy.” Maisy’s voice shakes me from my erotic thoughts.
Cronus turns and heads out the back door. Hermes and I go out the front, him taking out a bouncer as we pass through the main part of the club. My hand is pressed to Stormy’s lower back. The feel of her warm skin against mine settles me for a bit.
When we exit, I hand my helmet to Stormy before climbing onto my bike. She hesitates for a moment and glances toward a truck where a large dog’s head hangs out the window.
“I can’t leave Gurgi,” she says, and I need to feel her wrapped around me again, assuring me she’s safe.
I hit my coms link. “Poseidon, is your pops close by?”
