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I buried my face in my hands and squeezed my eyes shut.
"I can't do this," I whispered.
Crew hung up and crossed the room to stand in front of me.
"You’re not doing it alone."
I shook my head, the panic burning me alive.
"You can’t stop him?—"
Crew cupped my face in his calloused hands.
"I don’t have to stop him." His voice was rough and unshakable. "I just have to end him."
Tears slid down my cheeks. I married Crew for protection. For him it made sense for not only his company, but because it closed legal loopholes and shielded Timberly. But standing here as he held my shaking body in his arms, I realized that this wasn’t just business any more.
This was love.
Crew tilted my chin up until our eyes met.
"You trust me, Princess?"
I hesitated for a heartbeat, then nodded. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to mine.
"I promise, I won't let him take you or Timberly,” he said, his voice dropping to something primal. "If he wants war, Princess, he just got one."
It was Saturday and August and his family would be here for the playdate in a couple of hours. So because Crew forbade us to leave the house without him or our guards, he decided to go on a quick grocery run with Timberly and I this morning. Our SUV was half a block from the estate when the first car rammed us while metal creaked and crunched as my seatbelt jerked tighter across my chest. On instinct, I held my arm out to protect Timberly from flying forward in her booster seat.
“Fuck,” Crew cursed.
His hand was already reaching for me as another car boxed our SUV in. All I could see were the blacked-out windows of the other car as tires screeched on the asphalt. Crew slammed on the brakes, reaching for a weapon I didn’t know he had under the seat. But it was too late.
BAM!
Glass shattered everywhere, raining down over us. Timberly screamed from the back seat, her scared face flashing in my mind. Men in masks poured from the cars with their guns drawn, shouting orders and ripping the SUV doors open. Crew fought with every ounce of strength he possessed but there were just too many of them.
When a gloved hand wrapped around my arm, I was yanked out of the car while a needle was jabbed into my neck. Cold fire exploded through my veins. My family, including the baby I carried, were my last thoughts before I collapsed against a hard body and an icy voice broke through the blackness that was swallowing me whole.
"You thought you could outrun me, Nova. You thought wrong."
“Kyle.”
To Be Continued…
"I can't do this," I whispered.
Crew hung up and crossed the room to stand in front of me.
"You’re not doing it alone."
I shook my head, the panic burning me alive.
"You can’t stop him?—"
Crew cupped my face in his calloused hands.
"I don’t have to stop him." His voice was rough and unshakable. "I just have to end him."
Tears slid down my cheeks. I married Crew for protection. For him it made sense for not only his company, but because it closed legal loopholes and shielded Timberly. But standing here as he held my shaking body in his arms, I realized that this wasn’t just business any more.
This was love.
Crew tilted my chin up until our eyes met.
"You trust me, Princess?"
I hesitated for a heartbeat, then nodded. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to mine.
"I promise, I won't let him take you or Timberly,” he said, his voice dropping to something primal. "If he wants war, Princess, he just got one."
It was Saturday and August and his family would be here for the playdate in a couple of hours. So because Crew forbade us to leave the house without him or our guards, he decided to go on a quick grocery run with Timberly and I this morning. Our SUV was half a block from the estate when the first car rammed us while metal creaked and crunched as my seatbelt jerked tighter across my chest. On instinct, I held my arm out to protect Timberly from flying forward in her booster seat.
“Fuck,” Crew cursed.
His hand was already reaching for me as another car boxed our SUV in. All I could see were the blacked-out windows of the other car as tires screeched on the asphalt. Crew slammed on the brakes, reaching for a weapon I didn’t know he had under the seat. But it was too late.
BAM!
Glass shattered everywhere, raining down over us. Timberly screamed from the back seat, her scared face flashing in my mind. Men in masks poured from the cars with their guns drawn, shouting orders and ripping the SUV doors open. Crew fought with every ounce of strength he possessed but there were just too many of them.
When a gloved hand wrapped around my arm, I was yanked out of the car while a needle was jabbed into my neck. Cold fire exploded through my veins. My family, including the baby I carried, were my last thoughts before I collapsed against a hard body and an icy voice broke through the blackness that was swallowing me whole.
"You thought you could outrun me, Nova. You thought wrong."
“Kyle.”
To Be Continued…