“Run to the gate,” Justin ordered. “Our car is waiting there.”
She looked back to see how many were after them and stopped when she didn’t see Justin again. She wasn’t dealing with the invisibility thing very well.
“Keep running!” Justin ordered.
“Stop doing that disappearing thing! I can’t see where you are.”
“Fuck! Keep running!” Justin growled.
Nothing made sense, but with at least ten men running toward her, she turned and ran as though she were in the final of the one hundred. The passenger side door of the vehicle was opened and the engine running as she approached the dark SUV idling at the curb. She was shocked to see Imani with Alex in her lap in the back seat. A white guy with ink black hair—a Clark Kent look-a-like, tall and built like a sleek panther—sat in the driver’s seat. And before she could fully process what was happening, the vehicle dipped with the others entering, and a solid weight pushed her to slide closer to Imani. Nakia shrieked as the car pulled away from the curb on screaming tires at a break-neck speed. The sound of bullets ricocheting off the windows filled the SUV.
Alex screamed and hugged his mother tighter.
Justin and Colt suddenly appeared, Justin in the seat beside her and Colt in the front passenger seat.
“What the hell?” Nakia wasn’t surprised that her voice sounded hoarse and confused.
“Thank you for keeping my son safe, Nakia,” Imani said softly beside her.
Nakia looked at her as though she’d lost her mind. “Are you going to ignore that freak show I just saw?” When Imani didn’t answer her, she turned to Justin and punched him in the arm. “Ouch!” Why the hell was he so hard? That hurt like a mother…
“What was that for?” It was Justin’s turn to stare at her as though she were losing it.
“You do a Houdini on me, and you ask why I hit you?”
Justin pulled her into his lap and kissed her with that mind-numbing hunger that she found searing every time he kissed her. In seconds, every thought left her head—the bullets against the car, Imani sitting next to her with Alex playing goo-goo faces, and she certainly didn’t think of Colt and the driver. Her senses were only attuned to Justin, his taste, the feel of his hardness against her softer curves, and his masculine scent. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer.
“Yo, bro, my son doesn’t need to be seeing that.” Colt’s teasing voice reached her as though she were under water.
Justin released her lips but held her gaze. “Are you okay?”
Nakia could only nod because she couldn’t find her voice.
“They’ll never touch you again.”
At his almost apologetic tone, she brushed her lips against his and murmured, “That wasn’t your fault.”
“I should’ve protected you better.” He refused to be soothed. In fact, he was pissed, his body almost vibrating with it.
Nakia looked over to Imani to see how she was taking Justin’s words. After all, it was Imani’s home that had been invaded and destroyed. “You protected me just fine. Thanks for coming to get us out of there.”
Scowling as though he wanted to kill someone, Justin cursed long and loud. “You have to know that if they’d realized that you were not Imani that you’d be dead, right?” he finally muttered through clenched teeth.
“Thanks for the reality check.” Nakia rolled her eyes and kissed him softly again.
He grunted and pulled her into his chest in a grip that conveyed his still volatile emotion.
“Where to?” the driver asked.
Chapter Fifteen
“What the fuck, man!”
Justin understood Colt’s reaction. It had been the same for him. Hell, he was still finding it difficult to wrap his head around what he saw. “How do we handle this? It’s not as though we can kill the fucker.”
“Why the fuck not?” Colt gritted out. “He intended killing my family. In fact, he almost succeeded.”
They had arrived at the bunker almost four hours ago. The state-of-the-art bunker was an underground safe place beneath the stables that Colt had built for Imani about a year ago. The bunker was modern, high tech with large living spaces that featured three bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms, a kitchen with small dining area, and replica of Imani’s workroom, basically a thirty-thousand-square-foot house underground. After her abduction by the vice president, Colt didn’t want to take any more chances with her safety. The bunker could only be accessed from a hidden gate on their parent’s property, a little over two miles away. At least that’s the access that the family knew of, but for emergencies, there was a hidden access in the stables that only Colt, Imani and Justin knew about.
As soon as they’d arrived, Colt had given him and Nakia one of the bedrooms while he and Imani had sequestered with Alex in the master bedroom. Justin couldn’t blame Colt’s singular focus on his family, especially after thinking Imani dead only a few hours ago, having his son abducted, and having his house almost blown to smithereens.
He and Nakia had barely crossed the threshold of their temporary bedroom before he fell on her as though starved. After traveling for over an hour in the backseat of the SUV with Nakia in his lap, both of them petting each other, unable to keep their hands to themselves despite the audience, he’d needed to feel her under him, needed to possess her again. His feelings were all over the place and he refused to put a label on it, nor was he going to question it. With the most basic need to simply sheath himself in her heat dominating his mind, he was more animal than man.
Time and space meant nothing. She was alive and in his arms, when a few hours before he couldn’t be assured of that. He held her up against the nearest wall and kissed her with all the pent-up angst he’d felt on believing her lost to him. Soon the kiss wasn’t enough, and he’d needed to feel even closure to her. He pulled her clothes from her, and if a few articles were torn in the process, that didn’t deter him or lessen his urgency. He’d barely gotten her last piece of clothing off before he was buried deep in her moist heat. He’d been so out of mind with lust he hadn’t given thought to whether she wanted him or not, was ready and primed for him or not, but when she held his face in her palms, kissed him as though he were her lifeline, and sensually rolled her hips on and off his cock, he lost what little semblance of control he had left.
Hours later, he was still pulsing from her sensual loving. It had taken everything for him to leave her arms even after spending himself in her. Mac had called to tell them that when the FBI had gone back to the warehouse to arrest the occupants, the place had been empty and cleaned as though no one had been there hours before. It was only then that Justin told Colt about Matt being at the warehouse.
“I don’t know, man.” Although he’d seen it, Justin was still having difficulty wrapping his mind around his brother’s behavior. He was reeling with no purchase, this was his brother! No words. “There must be some misunderstanding or something. Matt’s our brother. What happened to the ‘we stand together, always’ code?”