“Rebecca!” Henry called out. “Rebecca, are you okay?”
Henry jumped out of the bed as if he wasn’t bedridden. Rebecca looked up at her dad. At that moment, while he was in protective mode, he was a giant. For his sake, she shook the pain away.
“I-I’m fine,” she assured.
Henry held out his hand to help just as the door flew off the hinges.
“Chicago Police! Search warrant!”
3
CATO
Nick was grateful for a successful search warrant. He and his team had successfully located their target, recovered two kilos of heroin, and secured most of the house without anyone getting hurt. The breach was without incident until they entered a room in the rear of the rowhouse. After kicking in the door, he was confronted by the very woman who had been invading his thoughts since the day he’d encountered her at the shrink’s office.
The beautiful woman had caught his attention from the moment she stepped out of the doctor’s office. King was what the receptionist had called her. She was breathtaking. Her brown eyes sparkled in competition with her golden complexion. And her body…her body was an enticement Nick hadn’t expected. Long legs, plump tits, and curvy hips he just wanted to grip had had his cock stirring since the moment he’d laid eyes on her.
In the small bedroom, she had commanded his attention. So much so that he hadn’t noticed the tall, elderly man rushing toward him. Nick was still staring at the frightened woman on the floor when he heard Gary, a member of his team, yelling for the man to get down on the floor. Nick looked up just as he was tackled by the older man. He had definitely been caught off guard. But he quickly recovered and flipped the man to the floor.
“No! Stop! He’s sick!” the King woman screamed as she scrambled off the floor.
She climbed on Nick’s back and wrapped her small arms around his neck. She wasn’t hurting him, but he was unsettled by the way her touch made him feel.
“Let him up!” she screamed as Gary snatched her by the waist and threw her to the floor a little too hard.
Nick frowned when her face hit the floor. Tears fell from her eyes as she watched him subdue the old man. She was watching the man intently, not at all concerned about her own predicament. He must've been her father.
“You’re gonna kill him,” she whimpered. “He is sick. You are going to kill him.”
The man struggled beneath him, but not with much force. He did seem weaker than a man his size should have been.
Nick stood and lifted the man from the floor. His intention was to help him to the bed, but as soon as he was on his feet, the man rushed toward Gary.
“Get off of her, you son of a bitch!” he roared.
Nick grabbed the man, bear-hugged him from behind, and forced him to the bed. Then he yelled for Gary to get the woman off the floor. Ignoring his request, Gary grabbed his handcuffs and yanked the woman’s arm behind her back. When she winced and cried out in pain, he barely contained his anger. His entire body went red hot.
“Motherfucker!” he seethed through gritted teeth. “I said help her up.”
Puzzled by Nick’s ire, Gary looked up at him with knitted brows.
“Now!” Nick ordered to clear up any confusion.
Gary reluctantly released her arms and helped her to her feet. The woman snatched away from Gary and turned to Nick. She wiped the tears from her face and asked, “What is this? What’s going on?”
Nick could tell she was willing herself to stay calm. “Search warrant,” he responded plainly.
The woman wiped the front of her shirt and looked over at the old man. “Are you okay?” she asked him.
“I’m fine.”
Although he said he was fine, his breathing was labored and he was sweating profusely.
“Can I help him?” she asked Nick without looking at him.
“Go,” Nick responded.
She hurried over to the bed and helped the man lie down. She grabbed a pitcher from the nightstand and poured water on a towel that was hanging from the headboard.
