something better?”
“Running and hiding?”
“Nope. All my supplies are in that car. No matter what, they’ll leave someone here as a lookout. Better to get it over with. Just like pulling off a Band-Aid.”
“I’m starting to think you enjoy this way too much,” Gemma grumbled.
“What? You’re not having fun. I thought this was a pretty memorable first date.” Cy winked and then grinned as her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrowed. Good. She wasn’t shaking with fear anymore. Anger was an emotion he could work with.
“This isn’t a date,” she hissed.
“You’re right. If it were a date, we’d be kissing by now. Come on, let’s go.” He tucked Fred under his left arm and pulled Gemma close to his side as he walked out of the dark shadows and into the parking lot.
Cy kept his eyes on the man leaning against the SUV. He was looking through the glass doors of the lobby in Gemma's building. Cy’s breathing was slow and steady as they approached his car. They were almost home free when a ringing cell phone broke through the silent night air.
Cy shifted his gun to his left hand and reached into his back pocket to silence the phone, but it was too late. The man at the SUV was already screaming out their position. “Come on,” Cy yelled, pushing Gemma toward the car as the men ran out of the lobby.
He turned and returned fire as Fred growled, his tiny white paws wrapped against Cy’s wrist as he hung on tight. Cy used his remote key to unlock the door and shoved Gemma, bags and all, into the front seat.
“Get down,” Cy yelled as he returned fire and ran around the car to the driver’s side, leaping over the closed door into his seat. He pushed the Start button to his sports car and let the V8 engine loose as he floored the accelerator.
“Cy! Are you there? Are you okay? Answer me, dammit!” the voice yelled from the car stereo.
Gemma looked around at Cy to see who was talking and saw that Fred had released his grip on Cy’s arm and was now curled up in his lap as he drove at break-neck speeds through the streets heading toward the 405 freeway.
“Who’s that?” Gemma asked as she held onto the door when Cy took a corner at sixty miles per hour.
“Who are you?” the voice shot back. “Cy, now’s not the time to be messing around with some bimbo.”
“Bimbo? Excuse me, but I’m not a bimbo. I’ve been chased, shot at, and am now trying to survive this lunatic’s driving. If anything, I deserve a freaking medal. So back off,” Gemma’s shout turned to a scream as Cy shot onto the freeway at well over a hundred miles per hour.
“Didn’t realize you’re in the car with my brother. You do deserve a medal. He forgets he’s not a racecar driver anymore . . . or well, maybe he still is. Now, Cy, we need to talk.”
“It’s okay, Pierce. You can talk with Gemma in the car. Are you okay? You didn’t get arrested again, did you?” He took a quick glance at Gemma and almost laughed as her eyes widened before slamming shut as he zoomed around cars and trucks on the freeway.
“I remember. I remember everything. It had nothing to do with me. It was you they were after. They kept asking about you . . . where you were and how to get in touch with you. They were planning on killing me, and then capturing and torturing you when you came home for my funeral,” his youngest brother told him in a rush.
Dammit. That changed everything. He was no longer going to have the time he thought he would to capture Mr. X and his gang. They knew where he was and had figured out his real last name. His cover had been blown—dammit!
“I’m on my way home and I’m bringing someone with me. I’ll be there by breakfast.” A plan was already formulating in his mind as he drove toward LAX.
“What’s going on? What are you involved in that someone would go to these lengths to find you?” Pierce asked. Cy could see Gemma turning and looking at him with the same question in her eyes.
“I’ll
“Running and hiding?”
“Nope. All my supplies are in that car. No matter what, they’ll leave someone here as a lookout. Better to get it over with. Just like pulling off a Band-Aid.”
“I’m starting to think you enjoy this way too much,” Gemma grumbled.
“What? You’re not having fun. I thought this was a pretty memorable first date.” Cy winked and then grinned as her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrowed. Good. She wasn’t shaking with fear anymore. Anger was an emotion he could work with.
“This isn’t a date,” she hissed.
“You’re right. If it were a date, we’d be kissing by now. Come on, let’s go.” He tucked Fred under his left arm and pulled Gemma close to his side as he walked out of the dark shadows and into the parking lot.
Cy kept his eyes on the man leaning against the SUV. He was looking through the glass doors of the lobby in Gemma's building. Cy’s breathing was slow and steady as they approached his car. They were almost home free when a ringing cell phone broke through the silent night air.
Cy shifted his gun to his left hand and reached into his back pocket to silence the phone, but it was too late. The man at the SUV was already screaming out their position. “Come on,” Cy yelled, pushing Gemma toward the car as the men ran out of the lobby.
He turned and returned fire as Fred growled, his tiny white paws wrapped against Cy’s wrist as he hung on tight. Cy used his remote key to unlock the door and shoved Gemma, bags and all, into the front seat.
“Get down,” Cy yelled as he returned fire and ran around the car to the driver’s side, leaping over the closed door into his seat. He pushed the Start button to his sports car and let the V8 engine loose as he floored the accelerator.
“Cy! Are you there? Are you okay? Answer me, dammit!” the voice yelled from the car stereo.
Gemma looked around at Cy to see who was talking and saw that Fred had released his grip on Cy’s arm and was now curled up in his lap as he drove at break-neck speeds through the streets heading toward the 405 freeway.
“Who’s that?” Gemma asked as she held onto the door when Cy took a corner at sixty miles per hour.
“Who are you?” the voice shot back. “Cy, now’s not the time to be messing around with some bimbo.”
“Bimbo? Excuse me, but I’m not a bimbo. I’ve been chased, shot at, and am now trying to survive this lunatic’s driving. If anything, I deserve a freaking medal. So back off,” Gemma’s shout turned to a scream as Cy shot onto the freeway at well over a hundred miles per hour.
“Didn’t realize you’re in the car with my brother. You do deserve a medal. He forgets he’s not a racecar driver anymore . . . or well, maybe he still is. Now, Cy, we need to talk.”
“It’s okay, Pierce. You can talk with Gemma in the car. Are you okay? You didn’t get arrested again, did you?” He took a quick glance at Gemma and almost laughed as her eyes widened before slamming shut as he zoomed around cars and trucks on the freeway.
“I remember. I remember everything. It had nothing to do with me. It was you they were after. They kept asking about you . . . where you were and how to get in touch with you. They were planning on killing me, and then capturing and torturing you when you came home for my funeral,” his youngest brother told him in a rush.
Dammit. That changed everything. He was no longer going to have the time he thought he would to capture Mr. X and his gang. They knew where he was and had figured out his real last name. His cover had been blown—dammit!
“I’m on my way home and I’m bringing someone with me. I’ll be there by breakfast.” A plan was already formulating in his mind as he drove toward LAX.
“What’s going on? What are you involved in that someone would go to these lengths to find you?” Pierce asked. Cy could see Gemma turning and looking at him with the same question in her eyes.
“I’ll
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