A fucking sensational sight.
She took him out in two moves. Makes me hard, knowing she’s capable of shit like that. If it weren’t for Saint, I’d say to hell with it and go back to her. I’d tear the clothes from her body and fuck her against the wall. Thrust my cock deep inside her tight cunt until she screams my damn name. Break, mark, and claim—she’d be mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.
Mine.
Goddammit.
Knew I shouldn’t have kissed her. But when she said she’d go to Saint for answers, I had to lock that shit down.
I shove the cell away.
What kind of man falls for a chick like her? Sure, her curves are perfect, she’s smart as shit, and fights like a boss, but that doesn’t mean Jack. Usually.
“What the hell was that?” Saint points to the phone in my pocket like a fucking idiot. “You told me she could fight, but Jesus. I didn’t know she could do that.”
“I did.” From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew.
Temple is forged from steel. Not sure if it’s from natural instinct or some shit in her past. Doesn’t matter, the end result is the same. She’s tough, strong, and gorgeous.
The whole damn package.
Turning a corner, we push through an unsecured exit and boost from the stadium.
Saint’s quiet, never a good sign. “She needs to go.”
Like fuck she does. “Hard pass. Temple stays, and the plan doesn’t change.”
“Dude, you saw what happened. Something triggered her back there. We can’t ask—”
“Did you grow a vagina when I wasn’t looking? We’re not asking for shit.” Jumping the chain-link fence, I pump my legs faster, pissed that Saint’s found his motherfucking conscience. “Temple’s going to distract Dad, and we’re going to find that damn phone. You know what he’s like, he’d never trust anyone else with it. It’s still there.”
Saint catches up with me. “Dude, I get it. But it’s obvious Temple’s dealing with some heavy shit. Maybe we could—”
“No.” We near Angel’s car. “Temple can handle it.”
“And if she can’t?”
“She will. I’ll make sure of it.” Since I’m fucking addicted, I take out my cell and unlock the live security footage.
Temple’s still crouched on the floor. She pushes her hair from her face, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Standing, she finds the surveillance camera and glares. “I’m coming for you, Sin,” she mouths with those plump-as-fuck lips. “Be ready.”
If I wasn’t hard before I sure as fuck am now.
Chapter Eighteen
Temple
The closer I get to the alleyway, the quicker I storm toward my target. He’d better still be here.
Only, he’s not.
“What the fuck?” Panting, I turn in a full circle. Sin’s and Angel’s cars aren’t anywhere. It’s just me, the rats, and the overturned trash can.
“Dammit.” Staring at the night sky, I wonder where they could be. The parking lot.
Breaking into a run, I continue my search. “Swear to God, Sin. You’d better be where I think you are.”
Before long, I arrive at the side entrance. My eyes scan the space, expertly taking in the intermittent flickering lights that do little to cast off the shadows. There are a couple of sedans parked nearby, which I ignore, then, in the furthest corner, I spy sparkling chrome. “Found you.”
I race toward Sin, who’s leaning against a side panel, his legs crossed at the ankles. His expression is closed off, and there’s a tightness to his profile I haven’t seen before.
“Hey, asshole.” My voice echoes in the lot.
His head shoots up. Something flashes across his face, but it’s too quick to name. Within seconds, his features are carefully schooled.
Saint steps toward me, his arms open wide in greeting. “Temple. Fuck, girl, am I glad to see you.”
I hold up one hand, stopping him. “Don’t speak to me.”
His eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “Say what?”
But I don’t give him my time.
Angel perches on the hood of his car, silent. His laptop rests on his thighs, and when he sees me nearing, he slowly closes it.
I point to the piece of equipment. “I hope you’ve backed up your data, because I’m going to burn that thing by the end of the night.”
Brushing past him, I square off with Sin.
Straightening, he towers over me, muscular and dominant.
Sin is beautiful in the way storms are beautiful. From a distance they’re awe-inspiring, but up close, they’re deadly.
Well, I am too. “You screwed me over. Why?”
He runs his teeth over his bottom lip.
“And if you give me the silent treatment, I’m going to fuck you up. I’m done matching the pieces together myself.”
He takes his sweet ass time. “Jack and our family go way back. We couldn’t risk him seeing us.”
The name brings me up short. “Jack? That’s the name of the dude who threatened me?”
Sin stills.
“So, it’s okay for the creepy-assed pervert to see me, but not you? Have I got that right? Or, have I missed something?”
“You’ve missed everything.”
Oh, hell no. “I’ve been left out of every decision tonight, and it ends now. You don’t get to make me feel like an idiot for your mistakes. You should have prepared for every scenario, not balked at the slightest change. That’s what a professional does. Hell, it’s what a human with a conscience does when they’ve got other people with them.”
Fighting back my rising fury, I continue. “I jumped in on the action without giving you the chance to say no, I get that. But I helped you, dammit. I backed up your lead on how to get out of the office. That’s meant to stand for something.”
“Is it?” It’s like he wants to be punched in the face.
Lord give me strength. “You torch my garage, steal a client’s car, then break into your dad’s office. Why? What’s the point of all this? You’re running around like a bunch of amateurs.”
Sin grips my waist, his fingers punishing. “Careful, babe. You’re starting to piss me off.”
I hate that I like it. “I’m pissing you off? You left me with a deranged psychotic who, and I quote, loves ‘hearing women scream.’ You don’t get the monopoly on being angry here.”
Tension ripples his taut muscles. “The fuck did he say to you?”
It’s madness to get off on this. A sane woman would tear herself from his hold and run as far as she could. Only, I’m anything but sane when I’m with Sin, because for some stupid reason…
I feel alive.
Turning to Angel, I mock, “Don’t tell me your surveillance equipment doesn’t include audio. You should really get that checked. Don’t want you missing crucial information.”
Gripping my chin, Sin forces me back to him. His eyes are dark. “I asked you a question.”
I swat his hand away. “Unlike you, I’m answering it. Your friend, Jack, gets off on assaulting women.” Standing on my tiptoes, my mouth brushes his. “And. You. Left. Me. With. Him.”