Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(49)

“What is she talking about?” Niki spits out.

“No,” Cyn says. “It’s either me or her.” She spins around and walks out.

“Wait, Cyn,” I plead.

“What are you saying?” Niki asks, confused.

Cyn has already left the bar, and I can’t let her go, not for this, not for anybody. I can’t live without her. I could’ve lost her yesterday and it still churns in my gut.

“Niki, I can’t be with you. I love Cyn. Don’t call me anymore.” I stand up and hurry after Cyn, not waiting for Niki’s response or reaction. I don’t care about her.

Breaking it off with Niki will piss off the feds. I don’t want to be in this position, but I can’t lose Cyn.

When I get outside, I look up and down the street and see her heading to my truck. There’s a black Escalade on the opposite side of the street.

As she steps onto the street to cross over to the truck, the Escalade revs its engine. I glance at her and the Escalade careening out of its parking space.

Shit.

I run after her, catching her in my arms and pulling her back to the sidewalk behind the streetlamp and the fire hydrant.

“Shane,” she screeches. “What the hell are you doing?”

The Escalade jumps onto the sidewalk, and I carry her into the alcove of a different bar. A gun pokes through the window, so I throw Cyn onto the ground and shield her with my body. My hand reaches for my concealed weapon.

The Escalade hits the streetlamp and then the fire hydrant, which shoots water skyward like a geyser.

Before the culprit’s gun goes off, I fire off a couple shots at the window. The return gunfire explodes in my ears before ripping into my shin.

“Fuck,” I scream out.

I fire off another shot into the driver side and the SUV bucks off the sidewalk and peels down the road away from us.

I grunt out, pain searing my leg. I stare down at the blood oozing from my leg. “Can you drive me to the hospital, princess?”

“Oh my God, you’re hit.” After tearing my shirt, never hers, she presses it onto the wound.

I smile. She’s still my princess, and I love her the way she is. I wouldn’t change a thing about her, including her shoe fetish.

From the blaring sirens, the cops are on their way. She helps me up because my leg won’t wait. I need to get to the hospital now. After I crawl into the front cab of my truck, I call Agent Timmons to tell him where to meet us.

Cyn rushes me to the ER, ignoring the posted speed limits and running several yellow lights. “You know the files on the flash drive?”

I grit my teeth because my leg hurts like a mother. “Yeah.”

“The files you thought were Asian?”

“Yeah?”

“At least the one file I’ve deciphered in Wu contains bank account numbers. They’re in the Caymans, Panama, and Switzerland. The file also includes IP addresses. I don’t know a lot, but aren’t IP addresses kind of in groups?”

“Yes,” I say. Shit. Somehow the drug dealers are involved with embezzling from companies and stealing technology or maybe not. Maybe, it’s only the Chinese. They could be into several lucrative business areas, including heroin.

“I think the IP addresses may be in the same groups as what you handed over to the feds from the packet sniffer you wrote,” Cyn says, “and that’s not all. A few names were on the accounts, including Nikita’s.”

“It was?” The feds are right?

“So are lots of other fake names. Her name is spelled wrong. It reminds me of those fake reviews where the English isn’t very good.”

I thin my lips. “The feds must’ve known.”

“Not necessarily. The spelling is pretty close, except for Nikita’s middle name. I think the information in those files will lead us to the people who took your money, and that information puts us at risk.”

My embezzlement had something to do with the drugs. “Do you think the guy who shot me is one of Juarez’s?”

“No. Juarez wouldn’t shoot you unless you try to hurt him again. That was stupid.”

She doesn’t need to remind me. “Cyn, I told Niki we’re through. I’m sorry. I should’ve believed you. You’re always right.” I grin. I’m learning how to be a good husband.

A smile curls up those delectable lips. “Remember that, and we’ll be together forever.”

“Do you promise?” I say.

She pulls up to the ER drop-off, leans over, and kisses me. “Yes, I promise. I love you, Shane.”

I want more than a kiss right now. My cock is begging for her *. “Even when we live on the Kenai.”

She kisses me again, her tongue delving into my mouth. “We haven’t negotiated that yet. Will your bum leg stop us from having sex?”

“Not if you’re on top, princess.”

Her mouth seals mine, and my cock f*cking hurts for this girl. “Good. I really, really need it after today and last night,” she says.

“Should we tell the feds about the files?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Not yet. I need to hear back from Juarez about the one file. What do you think the Wu file means?”

“That the Chinese were not just into heroin. I bet my money was used to start up the Asian communication company I found online using my technology.”