Three strides and a leap, and he soared through the front door only for his eyes to land on the girl. He didn’t even have to speak for me to know what was rushing through his head, either.
“The other guys aren’t gonna roll with something like this, Range.”
I closed the front door and clapped his shoulder as I walked by. “Leave the plan to me, Trooper. You just get us out of here when the time comes.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured as he slid off his leather driving gloves, “always with the getaway. Got it.”
Dutch snickered. “Not our fault you’re the best driver of the group.”
Trooper rolled his eyes. “So, I get stuck with the boring jobs. Fuck you.”
“Fuck you!” Dutch exclaimed.
“Shut the hell up,” I grumbled.
And they did exactly as their President asked.
“If we leave the old man out there for too long, he’s gonna fry in this heat.”
I watched the girl’s eyes widen before she started fighting against Dutch. Again. As if the third time would be a charm, or something.
“Cut it out, or he’s dead first,” I spat.
Her emerald green gaze whipped over to me, and for the smallest of moments I was jealous of Dutch. Jealous that he had her luscious curves pressed against him and not me.
God damn it, that girl was fuckable.
“I have to say, though,” Trooper said as he walked up to the girl, fingering her brown hair, “it’s nice to be trading up this time.”
The girl practically growled at him, and the sound was so adorable that I almost smiled.
Almost.
“We might have lost our weapons,” Dutch said as he yanked the girl closer to him, “but at least we’ll get to relieve a bit of stress along the way.”
I reveled in how her eyes widened. How her gyrating body, full of fire and frenzy, stopped at Dutch’s statement. Now, she understood. Now, she’d obey.
And if she didn’t, she died.
Just like her old man, if she wasn’t careful.
“Trooper,” I said.
“What’s up?”
I nodded toward the front door. “Knock the old man out and put him in bed. It’s time to get out of here.”
“No!” the girl shrieked.
She kicked her legs into the air, and it gave Dutch the perfect opportunity to catch her body in his arms. I grinned as I turned around, listening to her feeble attempts to get away. Dutch wouldn’t let her, though. His looks fooled everyone. Sure, lots of people thought he was a string bean with googly eyes or whatever, but that man lived for a good fight. But, beneath his carefully tailored, unassuming persona he painstakingly kept up for the public was a fluid sort of strength that even surprised himself sometimes. He had spilled more blood than any of us combined. He was the most dangerous out of all of us. Cold. Calculating. Intelligent beyond most of us in the crew, combined.
A truth that girl would soon figure out if she wasn’t careful.
“Let me go!” she exclaimed against Dutch’s hand. “Don’t you dare touch my father!”
Dutch scoffed. “You want him safe? We gotta touch him to get him inside. You just want him to come along with us?”
That stopped her sounds.
