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“No, love,” he murmured as I heard people running outside, “we won’t ever be.”
“I’m taking that as a promise,” I whispered into his hair as I heard Wynton suck in a breath on the ground beside me and then start coughing like he was dying.
“Good, because that’s how I meant it.” Sasha lifted his chin to press his face into the hollow of my throat.
I was still clutching him to me when Wade and Avery came in, but I didn’t say a word to them. I was too busy holding my mate.
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SASHA
My mate was so mad, and to see his eyes blaze with fury was intoxicating.
I knew it was terrible to be so turned on, but everyone except Wade and Avery, were a bit scared of him for a moment as he decided whether or not he was going to allow Wynton to be taken into custody. Once Deacon let me go and started pacing and recounting what had happened when we got home, he just got angrier and angrier until he was nearly snarling.
“Sasha,” Avery barked at me, and when I turned to look at him, he tipped his head at Deacon and I understood what was needed.
I stepped up to my mate, into his space, and clung to him, and as soon as we all heard his deep sigh, the officers picked Wynton up off the ground and basically dragged him out the front door. Once that was done, Wade told us that he’d call in the morning and we should get some sleep. They were gone moments later.
“You know,” I said softly, “you really should bring your suitcases in before it rains.”
The rumble in his chest made me smile.
“You could have died.”
“Probably not,” I declared.
“He had a gun.”
“Yes, and Royce had one the other night. They’re only dangerous if they’re fired.”
“That makes no sense.”
“He didn’t actually want to hurt me. He was trying to convince me to run away with him. He said he was certain I was supposed to belong to him.”
“I’ll kill him.” He let me go and turned toward the front door.
“No.” I chuckled. “It’s too late. They’re gone. Go get your bags, and I’ll order us something to eat. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“It’s too late to order anything.”
I smiled at him. “This is Chicago, my darling. I’ve ordered things at two in the morning.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now go bring in your suitcases.”
“I need meat.”
“How about Chinese? Do you like it hot or boring?”
His grin was utterly lethal, and I felt my knees go weak. “Really? I’m a big baby if I don’t like my food to burn the inside of my mouth?”
“Well… yes. I mean, not so hot that you can’t taste all the flavors, but life is dull without spice, don’t you agree?”
He chuckled. “I do agree.”
“All right, then, I know just the place.”
