Devil's Game (Reapers MC, #3)(19)

“You’re beautiful, Em,” he said. “One more kiss, okay?”

Yeah, wasn’t gonna argue with that.

He pulled me into his arms and his lips covered mine, tongue sliding deep inside. He was almost brutal in his intensity, burying himself in my mouth.

Then he broke loose.

“Let’s go.”

“I need to wait for my friends,” I said. “I texted them while you were making your call. We’re supposed to meet them out front.”

“Kimber and Sophie, right?” he asked. “How well do you know them?”

“Um, not that well, actually,” I said. “Sophie is sort of weirdly involved with Ruger. It’s complicated. Kimber’s her friend. They’re really nice, and lots of fun. But I don’t think either of them really counts as available, if you’re thinking of the guy who came with you?”

He shook his head.

“No worries,” he said. “Hey, while we wait do you mind running out to my van with me? I want to grab a bag. Toothbrush, that kind of shit.”

I felt my cheeks heat up. He needed that stuff because we were spending the night together. Me. Spending the night with him. Damn. Why couldn’t I be all cool instead of dorky?

“Sure,” I told him. “We have a couple minutes.”

Liam took my hand and walked me down the back hall.

“There’s parking out back?” I asked.

“Employees only,” he told me. “Mick doesn’t mind, though. We go way back.”

He opened the back door, popping out the deadbolt so the door couldn’t fully close behind us. Then he tugged me toward a black cargo van.

His friend stepped out from behind it. I smiled at him, then looked at Liam, expecting him to introduce us.

He didn’t.

The other man moved toward me, his face grim. This wasn’t right. Not right at all. Deep inside my head an alarm bell blared, complete with flashing red lights. As long as I could remember, my parents had taught me to trust my instincts, and every instinct I had told me to get the hell out of here.

Liam was up to something. Fuck. Too good to be true. Just my luck.

How to do it? The door behind us was still open, but I wasn’t sure anyone in that particular bar would help me, even if I made it inside. I glanced down the alley—we were midway through the block and loud music filled the air from a nightclub next door. Screaming would be useless.

I had to get out of this narrow passage and find some witnesses.

I pretended to stumble, then knelt down as if I were fixing my shoe. Instead I undid the straps so I could step out of them when I took off. At least the alley was paved … Maybe I wouldn’t cut up my feet too bad? I was gonna look like a real dumbass if this was nothing.

Pisser.

“You okay?” Liam asked. I looked up at him and smiled sweetly.

“I’m fine—just need to fix my strap,” I told him. Then I took a deep breath, rising slightly into a runner’s start, and took off down the alley, my gorgeous f*ck-me pumps left behind. I sprinted toward the street, hearing their surprised shouts. Vaguely I heard Liam yell at me to stop. If there wasn’t anything hinky going on, I’d look like a crazy woman.

But you know what?

Something wasn’t right about the situation. I knew it in my bones, and Dad had pounded it into my head—listen to your gut. He said it’d saved his life more than once. Good enough for me. I heard feet pounding behind me, but I was getting close to the end of the alleyway. I saw people up ahead, walking past. It was noisy outside, between traffic and the loud music. Would they hear me?

I’d just opened my mouth to scream when he tackled me from behind. The ground came toward me and I had a fraction of a second to wonder just how bad the hit would hurt. Then my body twisted and flew up. Somehow I was on my back, on top of Liam, his strong arms wrapping around me like shackles.

His friend caught up to us and pointed what looked like a gun.

I gasped for breath, eyes wide.

Yup.

That was definitely a gun.

At least he didn’t have a clear shot with me on top of Liam.

I tried to scream again and a big hand clamped around my mouth. Then I tried biting Liam and used every bit of leverage I could to kick down at him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t much.

“Shut the f*ck up and stop fighting,” he growled in my ear. “If you do what you’re told, you won’t get hurt.”

I didn’t bother listening. I just kept kicking and biting as his arms slowly tightened around me, making it harder to breathe.

Then his fingers pinched off my nose and I froze.

“You want to stay awake, princess, you’ll stop fighting. Nod your head if you understand.”

I was so f*cking pissed off. I wanted to kill him, but I’d started seeing spots and I knew I wouldn’t hold out much longer. What the hell would they do to me if I lost consciousness? Nothing good.

I nodded.

Liam let my nose go and I sucked in air, the darkness fading away.

“Now I’m gonna get up and we’re going over to the van,” he said. “I don’t have time to argue with you, so if you want to stay awake, you do what I say.”

I nodded again.

He sat up, taking me with him.

“Get your ass moving,” his friend said, eyes dark and full of something like hate. Not good … “Walk over to the van and keep your f*cking mouth shut. Hunter might not want you hurt, but I could give a shit—got me?”