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McCoy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #3)(24)
Author: Jessica Gadziala

"No. I can't," she objected, pulling her knees into her waist, and curling up on her side.

"Babe, you absolutely can," I informed her, my hand moving out to massage her ass since it was right there for me. "Next time I will prove it," I added.

"Next time?" she asked, looking over at me.

"Yep," I agreed, climbing off the bed before I got any more ideas. "I'm not nearly done with you yet," I added.

"Wait," she called as I made my way across the room. "You didn't..." she started.

"I'm fine," I lied, feeling the kind of ache in my balls that I didn't even have words for. But I wanted to get some time with her to really explore. Without worrying about her being too loud, or someone walking in on us. So I was just going to need to deal with the discomfort.

It was going to be a good, long while before I got the kind of relief I wanted. At least until we were all done with lockdown, and were free to move around again, giving everyone the chance to get some privacy.

For the moment, though, there was no chance of that.

Hell, I couldn't even shower alone. Belle's rabbit was bouncing all around the bathroom as I ran the cold water, trying to cool down my overheated system.

I had just managed to get my clothes on—without stepping on Max—when Belle shrieked my name from the main area of the apartment.

"Fuck," I hissed, grabbing my gun off the sink vanity before rushing out.

Maybe shit would be moving faster than I'd thought.

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

 

Shy

 

 

It was silly, but I still felt all buzzy and strangely out of my body after I'd dressed and went out to the living room to get some of the coffee that I'd smelled brewing.

By McCoy, no doubt.

It smelled way too strong for Belle to have made it.

The TV was all set up, playing some random soap opera on low as Belle herself stood near the window, petting Franklin who was already sunning himself in the early morning rays. From the looks of things, he was all of two minutes away from giving her a nasty swat. But Belle was never good at sensing that coming.

"Hey, do you want me to cook up a breakfast scramble?" I asked, absentmindedly looking through the fridge, making a mental note of what we were going to need from the store. I was used to shopping for just myself and maybe a little extra for when Belle was over. Having her around full time on top of a man—a big man with a big appetite—had nearly cleared me out of a week's worth of food already. "I can..." I started again when I heard Belle gasp.

My head whipped up, figuring she'd gotten swatted, but when I looked, her hand was still pressing on Franklin's head.

But her entire body had stiffened.

Her eyes were saucers.

"Belle, what?" I asked, stomach flipping over, knowing something had just gone very wrong. "Belle?"

"McCoy!" she shrieked, her voice a raw, primal cry.

McCoy was in the shower.

But clearly someone was down there that had set off my sister. My hand went instinctively into my knife drawer, grabbing the biggest one I had, and rushing out of the kitchen.

"Who is it? Get away from the window," I demanded. "Belle!" I called.

"What's going on?" McCoy asked, rushing out of the bathroom freshly changed into his usual jeans, tee, and boots. "Belle," he barked as he got closer.

"That's one of them," Belle told him, stabbing a finger at the window.

"One of the ones who took you?" McCoy clarified, moving closer, and looking over my sister's shoulder. "Which one, hon?" he asked as I tried to wedge in to see too.

"Red shirt," Belle told him, voice trembling.

"Okay. He looks alone. Did he roll up alone? No?" he asked when her head started shaking.

"No."

"Shit," McCoy said, reaching for Belle, yanking her away from the window before turning and rushing toward the door. "Babe, here, take... nice," he said, looking down at the knife. "Take my phone," he demanded. "Take my phone and call Huck," he told me, leaning out into the hallway.

"You can't leave us!" Belle cried, eyes huge, panicked. Her whole body was shaking.

"I'm not leaving you. You're leaving me," McCoy told us. "Babe, take your sister and the knife and my phone and get to the stairs. Head up. Up," he repeated. "You can see from up there. And you can block the door. Worst case, you can head down on the fire escape. Got it?"

"Got it," I agreed, thinking I should be freaking out, but feeling oddly calm and focused.

"Good," McCoy said as the elevator around the corner chimed. "Go," he said, whispering.

I didn't stop to think twice.

I tucked McCoy's phone under my arm, grabbed Belle's hand, and ran.

"Up," I demanded, pushing Belle in front of me. "Run, Belle," I added, releasing her hand as we got to the stairs. I pulled out the phone, and swiped for Huck's number as Belle finally started running, and I took off after her.

"McCoy. Told you we would call if we had something," Huck said in my ear.

"Huck," I said, sucking in a greedy breath as we tore up the second flight.

"Shy, what's going on?" Huck asked, tone serious.

"Belle saw one of the guys at my apartment."

"Okay. We're on our way. What's going on?"

"I don't know. McCoy told us to run up. We're going to the roof," I told him between gasping breaths.

"Okay. Good. Block the door when you get there. Don't open it unless you hear me or McCoy."

"Okay," I agreed.

"You're going to be alright," Huck assured me.

"Okay," I agreed, unable to manage anything other than that since I was not what you would call dedicated to my physical fitness. Which meant the last time I'd actually run up a flight of stairs was when a neighbor's dog had broken off leash and was chasing me.

With that, the line went dead, and I was thankful not to have to attempt to talk anymore as we tore up the final flight, and burst through the door onto the roof.

As soon as we were there, Belle rushed over toward the air units, dropping down between two of them, curling small, wrapping her arms around her legs, and resting her head on her knees, hiding her face as she rocked.

"Okay. Alright," I said to myself, closing the door, and looking around the roof.

Admittedly, I'd never been on the roof. I guess I expected more than a wide open space with a few air conditioning unit things, a couple of cigarette butts, and used bottles.

"There has to be something," I mumbled to myself, running around behind the air conditioning units, forcing my gaze away from my sister who was clearly losing it. I couldn't help her if I didn't find a way to block the door. "Damn it damn it damn it," I cried as I did a second lap, but found nothing.

Taking a deep breath, I went back to the door, doing the only thing I could, sitting down with my back to it, and bracing my legs against the air conditioning unit. I wasn't delusional enough to think I could fend off a grown man, but it would at least slow someone down. Long enough, maybe, for Huck and the others to arrive and help McCoy.

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