King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

When my ears stopped ringing, I heard the screaming—screaming outside that seemed to come from miles around.

I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. Eventually, I saw movement beside me.

“Natalie? Natalie? NATALIE?!”

“Here! I’m here, Dad!” I stretched out my arm. When our hands met, we clasped each other. My vision clearing further, I saw my father’s face covered in dirt and dust.

I glanced around, spotting Barry lying on the ground, unmoving. Before I could speak or do anything, another voice, loud and commanding, pierced through the commotion.

“Everyone, stay calm. Help is on the way.”

“What’s going on?!” Dad yelled. He unsteadily climbed to his feet and I followed suit behind him, although my knees wobbled from fear.

“There’s been an attack. A bomb was set off,” someone responded.

“Who…Who set off a b-bomb?” I stammered, clutching my father’s arm.

But to that, I received no answer. The cloud of dust around us thinning, I noticed security guards and police officers rushing over. Sirens blared, mixing in with all the screams and cries that still seemed to drift through the air from miles around.

Behind me, I heard heavy coughing. Barry. He had finally stirred back into consciousness upon being checked by a guard who kneeled before him.

“Are you all right, sir?” the guard asked.

“What the hell just happened?”

“Don’t worry about that now. I need to get you and the Speaker to safety immediately.”

“Was this…Was this because of me?” Dad asked. Despite the dust covering his face, I could see his complexion growing several shades paler.

“No time for speculation, Speaker Finley. Please, follow me.”

As if all the commotion surrounding us wasn’t enough, my very heart stopped when the guard speaking finally turned around to face us. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t recognized the familiarity of his voice, but then again, it wasn’t like I had known him long. Nevertheless, there was no mistaking that tall and muscular build, that tattoo peeking beneath the bottom of his short-sleeved shirt, that silky dark hair, and those bright blue eyes.

Colt.

My appearance clearly took him off guard as well. He froze, locking eyes with me as his eyebrows shot into the air and his jaw dropped. But then, suddenly, he appeared to remember he was on duty, and there was a much more serious matter at hand. It was not time for either of us to reminiscence about the previous night.

About his lips on my skin. His cock filling me completely. About the six orgasms I had. A new record for me.

Shit.

His professional face back on, Colt pulled Barry to his feet. “Come on. We need to vacate the area. Follow me.”

Without further instruction, my father, Barry, and I followed Colt. Other armed security guards arrived on the premises, positioning themselves at all entrances of the hotel. More and more sirens blared outside as additional police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks arrived on the scene.

All the while, we followed Colt toward the back of the building, bypassing confused hotel guests.

“Get in your rooms and stay there until further notice!” Colt instructed without breaking stride.

We continued down a winding path, which ended with us going down a flight of stairs and into the basement, where piles of dirty sheets and towels waited to be cleaned. Finally, we headed out a back door and into an alley, where we were met by a car that seemed to be waiting specifically for us.

“Is this everyone?” the driver asked as Colt held the back door open for us.

“Yes,” Colt answered. “The Speaker, his manager, and…”

“My daughter,” Dad answered as he slid into the car after Barry.

“Right…” Colt said, glancing at me.