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“Babysitting. He has Beam with him.”
Tex sighed.
“We picked up movement at the warehouse where they were holding Darby,” Tex said. “It’s been hard picking up any kind of information on who these people are. They’ve been staying off the grid. But there must be something computerized with them. If I can’t get them the old-fashioned way—I’ll get them with eagle eye.”
I frowned.
“Get some sleep.” Tex told me. “They’ll back—have you two spoken?”
I shook my head. “He wont’ let me get anywhere near him. He hates me, Tex. I’m not used to a man wanting to take care of me. I missed the signs.”
I sighed.
“And we men don’t know how to tell you how we feel or what we’re thinking.” Tex advised. “I’m still trying to learn how to do that. Don’t be too hard on him—if he doesn’t want to stop long enough for you to talk, tackle his ass.”
I blushed.
“You two can’t keep going like this.” Tex told me. “Now, try getting some sleep. I have eyes watching over your boy. If anything happens, I’ll let you now.”
“He’s not my boy.”
“Fine, your man.”
“He’s not my man either.”
“And whose fault is that?” Tex winked at me and was gone.
I grunted, wanting to smack him.
Though I wanted to think about what Tex and Zoom had said, I focused on my phone. There was no way I could sleep after hearing what my friends had to say and knowing Storm was out there.
He could potentially be in danger and while he trusted Beam, no one could have Storm’s back like I could.
Instead of going back to bed, I paced the living room, laptop active, phone in hand.
CHAPTERFIVE
Storm
Beam and I managed to wander around the space without being caught for a while. We found information to make our lives a little easier. But in such a tight space, there was no way our search could have gone off perfectly.
When the bullets started flying, I was ready.
Keeping an eye on Beam, we fought our way through the surge of men until we were able to reach our vehicle again.
But I didn’t get out unscathed.
A bullet grazed my neck and was bleeding by the time we were speeding away, Beam was pressing a part of his shirt against it.
“I’m fine.” I told him.
“I know you’re fine, P.” He muttered. “But you’re bleeding, and I don’t like that. Now, keep your eyes on the road. If you feel funny, let me know and I’ll drive.”
“We aren’t being followed.” I told him. “So, that’s good.”
After circling a few times to make sure we weren’t being followed, I parked the jeep in a back alley. We climbed over a metal fence into the backyard and entered the house that way.
Taz immediately rushed to my side.