Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(83)

“Sure, they came. But I was, umm, maybe slightly less than cooperative so I don’t think they cared much,” she said nervously, avoiding eye contact.

“Why were you less than cooperative? And where is the asshat that hit you?” Dane asked harshly.

Fidgeting with her hands, Emily looked down. “Experience has taught me that they really don’t want to help, so what was the point? I would have only gotten blamed for it. I don’t know where the person that hit me is; he drove up on the sidewalk and clipped me from behind. I hit a steel fence, which is why I have bruises everywhere. Those suckers hurt by the way.” She tried to joke.

Seeing the worry in her eyes set Coop on edge. “You think it was him, don’t you?” he asked her softly. At her nod, he grabbed her hand pulling it to his lips and kissing her knuckles softly, vowing to her, “We will keep you safe, baby girl, never doubt that.”

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Still reeling from the fact that the huge, gorgeous dark-haired Adonis was holding her, Emily felt off kilter. Like the world was about to crumble and she was helpless to stop it. She knew her day of reckoning was upon her. It was confirmed last night when that car hit her. She had been so scared. Scared he would kill her then. Scared the police would ignore her pleas for help. Scared that her will to fight was finally over. She had been ready to give in, then and there, as long as she didn’t have this overwhelming fear anymore. Emily’s fight was over. Sighing, she got up off Dane’s lap, hobbled to the door and told them, “Please leave. I’ve reconsidered. I don’t need to hire Maxwell Secures anymore.”

Seeing them stand up together, side by side, she wasn’t sure if she was intimidated or turned on. They were stunning. Dane was huge, standing nearly six feet eight inches tall with dark hair and eyes so deep blue she could get lost in them. His shoulders were wide, and he was packed with muscles. Toes to neck was nothing but drool-worthy perfection.

Cooper was just as yummy with his short dark locks, light, almost gray eyes, and he was only a few inches shorter than Dane. Built like a body builder, his shirt was barely holding him in. It was like a second skin.

Shaking off her lustful thoughts, Emily concentrated on trying to get them to leave. As they walked closer, their legs ate up the space between them and her quickly. Stopping in front of her, they both studied her face closely. She was careful to make sure they didn’t see anything she didn’t want them to. Holding her breath, she looked away from their intense gazes whispering “please” in the hopes they would just go.

Hearing a growl, she looked up into Dane’s very pissed off face before her world turned upside down and she was being tossed into a truck a few short strides later. Before she had a chance to protest, she was squished between a chuckling Cooper and a pissed off Dane, who sped off and away from her house.

Sitting tensely between them, Emily was unsure of what to do next. She didn’t want someone to get hurt because of her, and surely, that’s what was likely to happen now. She hadn’t thought it through properly before calling and requesting help.

Feeling two very large hands on each of her thighs, their warmth bleeding through the denim of her jeans, Emily startled out of her depressing thoughts and looked between the two of them. “Listen up, baby girl, ‘cause I’m only going to say this one time.” At her scowl, Dane continued with a smirk on his lush lips. “We’re not going anywhere. You’re going to get protection and we’re going to help you, understood?” He barked out.

“Yes, sir.” She mock saluted. Shock at seeing lust pool in his dark depths had her shutting up. No way. He couldn’t possibly be attracted to her. Could he? Not wanting to dwell on that thought, she kept her eyes forward and her trap shut. Hearing Coop laugh softly beside her made her slightly grouchy. “Oh, shut it, you.” She muttered to him.

Sitting there thinking about her life, and her less than ideal upbringing with not having a father and having a mother who worked three jobs to keep them afloat meant Emily spent most of her time alone. Usually at the local library, which is where she learned of her love for graphic design. In a way, it was a blessing because she was able to learn all she could about designing websites and creating flyers for local mom and pop shops in her small town of Olds, Nebraska. Population less than she could count on her hands, she thought sardonically. It was the smallest place she had ever been, having only one of everything: grocery store, library, gas station, liquor store, motel, and diner. There were a few fledgling businesses that would pop up here and there, but they didn’t last long. When she was sixteen, her mom got a great job with a law firm in Lincoln, the state’s capital.

In a way her life was good. It allowed Emily to graduate high school early since she pretty much only did school work in her spare time, when she wasn’t making new designs. But she was also able to take a few online courses to get her degree, and at eighteen, she was officially done with school. Her mom was happy at the law firm and Emily was happy with her designs.

Until that fateful day. Everything was ruined then.

Her life. Her chance at finding her own happily ever after.

It was all gone.

Having not seen her mom in the nearly two years she had been gone, Emily tried to keep tabs on her through the website the firm had that her mom worked at. She at least knew that her mom was now a Legal Secretary. It made her happy to know that even though she wasn’t there, her mom was doing well.