I said I’dtryto incapacitate him gently, not that I’d actuallydoit.
“Theo!” Blake shouts, worry in her voice.
After taking one last look at the asshole, I rush over to Blake. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I ask, running my hands down her, frantically checking her over.
“Aw, I didn’t know you cared so much,” she retorts, her lips quirking. “But no, this girl needs medical attention. I’ve called the police, and they're on their way, but god knows how long it’ll take them to arrive.”
“Stay here,” I command. “I’m going to tie fuckface up so he doesn’t go anywhere, and then I’ll get you both out.”
I make the mistake of looking at Blake, my body acting on instinct like it always does around her, and I lean down, giving her a quick, firm kiss that I don’t want to pull away from. Her eyes are still closed when I draw back, her lips pursed as if in a daze, and I give a smug smile.
Heading back to the dickhead, I search for anything I can use to tie him up. Moving boxes to the side, I find some duct tape. Not the greatest, but with enough of it, it should hold him until the cops turn up.
I wrap the tape around his hands, making sure to get as much of his arm hair caught in it. I whistle as I work, knowing it's going to hurt like a bitch when they come to rip it off.
I give the same treatment to his legs, probably wrapping him up a little too tightly, but you can never be too careful.
Before I stand up, I rifle through his suit, looking for his wallet. Finding it in his back pocket, I check his driver’s license, mentally remembering his name so I can do my own research when I get home.
Once I’m happy the asshole isn’t going anywhere, I head back to Blake and the unconscious girl. Blake’s managed to find a sheet to wrap around her, so her modesty’s intact and a sigh of relief escapes me.
We managed to save at least one person tonight.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
BLAKE
Rushing behind Theo as he carries out the poor girl, I’m filled with a feeling of dread. Have we stumbled on a one-off, or have we uncovered a more sinister operation? I’m not sure I want to know the answer, but the lawyer part of me screamsyes.
It’s been a night of mixed emotions, and I don’t have the time to deal with it. I went from starting the evening like a giddy teenager going on a date to now standing in the front area of the nightclub surrounded by police and EMTs. When you throw in dancing with Theo in a way that had my heart fluttering and my panties drenched, along with watching Theo punch the manager—which has got to be the highlight of my evening—it all has me reeling.
I rub my arms, the chill of the night air rolling through the wide-open club doors. A blanket gets placed around my shoulders, and I glance up to see Theo fixing it so it covers me fully.
“Thank you,” I whisper, tugging it tighter.
Music still booms through the doors, and people are oblivious to what’s happening around them as they enjoy their night without a care in the world. No one comes in, and no one leaves as the police ask question after question to anyone who was nearby. Theo and I will have to go down to the station tomorrow to give our statements since we’re the two people who found her. I just hope they can figure out what happened here and stop it from happening again.
“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, placing an arm across my shoulder and leading me to the exit.
I breathe in the clean night air. Cars whizzing past and the hum of distant music are the only sounds to be heard. The flashing lights of the police cars and ambulances light up the sky, making my head begin to ache.
Theo ushers me to his car, opens the door, and takes the blanket from around my shoulders before throwing it onto the backseat. He gets me settled, buckling me in, then rounds the front and gets into the driver’s seat.
“Well, that was something else.” He chuckles, turning the engine on, the sound loud in the quiet parking lot.
Leaning back against the headrest and turning my gaze to him, I reply, “You can say that again. I hope that girl is okay.”
“We got to her before anything bad happened, firefly,” he says gently, placing a hand on my thigh. “I got the name of the manager, so I plan on doing my own detective work.”
I sit up, all traces of tiredness gone. This is a new side to him I haven’t seen before, and I’m intrigued. “Do tell.”
“I have people I can… call on, if the need arises. Hackers, runners, people in the know.” He sighs. “It’s helped me on more than one occasion, and I won’t apologize for it.”
It’s my turn to place my hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. “Theo. I don’t care. I care that you got the justice you needed. I’m a tiny bit envious if anything.” I chuckle. “I want contacts like that.” I give him a little pout, and he relaxes.
“You can use mine anytime, baby.” He winks.
Adrenaline and lust from his actions tonight have my panties soaked, my clit pulsating as I gaze at him. The only problem is, I can’t act on it. Theo can’t be touched. He’s forbidden. And damn it, he was right… the forbidden is so much hotter. Like foreplay where you’re edged for so long you lose your mind but never get to come, because if you do, repercussions of epic proportions get slammed on you.
