"You do realize if you put my team in jeopardy, I will kill you without hesitation, right? They're all that matters to me. Hurting them is a death sentence."
Beckett held up his hands. "I swear I won't hurt you or your team. I just need a few moments with Alexander, and then I'll be on my way with my lips sealed."
I couldn't believe I was actually considering this.
"If we do this, we do it my way."
"Understandable. Tell me what to do, and I'll make it happen."
My team was going to kill me. I sent off a text.
TUMBLEWEED. ETA 1 HOUR
They would know it meant we were going into lockdown. All communications would be scrambled so nothing could come in or out.
"Your phone stays here."
Beckett took it out of his pocket and tossed it on the table. "What else?"
"You won't see where I'm taking you. A burlap bag will be placed over your head. Only when we get to our destination can you take it off."
"Not the most comfortable way to spend my time but fine. I'll do it."
I was crazy. This would either end well or go up in flames. If it was the latter, then I would end Beckett's life without ever experiencing another orgasm from him. It was a shame really, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do.
There was a saying that used to annoy the piss out of me. Hoes before bros. In my life, though, it was accurate. My team would come before anyone else. That included the man who rocked my world.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BECKETT
One would think driving for an hour with a bag over someone's head would be considered suspicious enough to be pulled over by a police officer.
They would be wrong.
At least in my case.
I had no clue where I was, other than the fact that we're an hour outside Nashville, but the trip here was uneventful. Anita didn't talk. Honestly I think she was trying to come to terms with what happened between us. She held a knife to my body, but I didn't back down. I proved what we could have together, even though I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I knew what that was yet.
Music played in the background. I learned something about Anita. Her choice in music matched her personality. Angry and kick-ass. Like a war song prepping someone to go into battle. I wasn't sure what that said about where things were headed for us.
For all I knew, I was a lamb being led to the slaughterhouse. My gut told me Anita wasn't going to kill me. Not today anyway.But I was riding in the front seat of her Jeep with a bag over my head. I wasn't restrained, so that was good. I also had no way of contacting anyone, so if she left me in the middle of no-man's-land, then my day was about to suck.
I was putting a lot of blind faith in the woman in hopes of showing her I wasn't a threat.
I wasn't naive enough to think one instance would be enough to soften Anita toward me. Truth be told, I doubted she would ever soften, but that was what I found attractive about her. She didn't give a fuck about social norms. She lived life the way she wanted to, and I both admired her and wanted to live my life that way.
"We're here." We came to an abrupt stop.
"Would here be where you murder me?" It was a joke. Well, ninety-five percent of it was. That other five percent was the rational side of my brain telling me I was an idiot.
"I guess that depends on your intentions while you're here. You can take the bag off now."
I ripped the bag off my head and looked around.
Okay, so not the middle of no-man's-land but something close to it. What appeared to be a small compound sat smack-dab in the middle of nothing. No houses. Just a large building with smaller ones branching out in a semicircle. No neighbors. No roads. Just flat land as far as the eye could see.
"Is this home?"
