“You took the wrong woman.”
“Yeah, well, when I saw the two of you together, I just knew that she’d be the easy target, and can you believe it, she actually was.” Louis said, clapping his hands together.
While he kept giving the talk, he looked past the man, and saw only a couple of men. This was what made Louis a small fish in a pond full of sharks.
“What do you want?”
“Well, you see, to get her back, I want part of your business, or I want to be partners. How about that? I’m sure we can make a good team.”
When Dawg looked at him, he saw that the man thought this could happen.
Shaking his head, he drew his gun, and before anyone had the time to react, he had it pressed to Louis’s head.
“Or how about I end this shit right here, right now.”
Louis’s men had their guns drawn, but so did his. Dawg stared at the bastard’s men and shook his head. “Kill them all.” With those words, he did no more than pull the trigger, ending Louis’s life.
No one would ever put his woman’s life at risk and live to tell the tale.
Now he needed to get to Lori.
****
Lori was pissed off that someone like Louis had been able to get the jump on her. It had been so unexpected. Eating lunch with Rafe was something she had to do, as otherwise Dawg got pissed.
Rafe was a good guy, and he didn’t make her think of a bodyguard, or anything that made her life uncomfortable.
When Louis had placed the gun against her temple, the only person she could think about was Dawg. She could have already belonged to him for three years, and yet she’d wasted so much time, and it tore her apart, thinking about it.
She loved Dawg.
There was no way she was ever going to waste another moment, if by some miracle he saved her.
Louis’s men were standing with their guns pointed at her, not doing anything. She couldn’t look at him for fear that one of them may pull the trigger.
“You know, she’s fat for being Dawg’s bitch. Seems like he could do so much better,” one of the men said.
She rolled her eyes. Of course they’d go for her weight, but she didn’t care.
If I make it out of this alive, I’m marrying Dawg, and we’re going to have lots of sex, and soon, lots of babies, and I’m not going to waste another moment of it.
Lori wriggled her hands in the chair, vowing that if he didn’t save her, she was going to beat every single man here and watch them die.
“What was that?” the other man asked.
She heard it, too, but wasn’t able to look behind her.
The sound of a gunshot had her gasping. Then a second gunshot. She tried to duck her head, and both men who had guns trained at her fell down, a single bullet in each of their foreheads.
“Don’t look at them,” Paul said, moving in front of her.
“Paul.”
He had a knife and cut the rope from around her wrists. She hugged him close.
“Where’s Dawg?”
“He’ll meet us outside. Come on.”
“No, I’m not going anywhere without him.”
Paul gritted his teeth, and she cried out as he bent forward and lifted her up. She began to hit him.
“Let me down. Stop it. Dawg needs us.”
“No, Dawg needs to know that you’re safe, and we all need to live. I’m not having you put your life in danger while he deals with business.”
More gunshots could be heard, and as they cleared their way into the street, Lori panicked.
Paul’s hold was steady on her though. He wouldn’t let her go. Even when he placed her on the ground, and she was watching the door, he wouldn’t let her pass, and she was growing even more pissed off by the second.
Suddenly, the doors opened, and the men drew their weapons, waiting.
She watched as a couple of men came through the door, and then she saw him, Dawg. She kicked Paul between the thighs, and he went down with a thud and groan.
“Sorry.”
Lori didn’t linger. Running across the parking lot, she saw Dawg moving toward her as well. He had some blood coming from his shoulder, but she flung herself into his arms, and he lifted her up with a grunt.
Cupping his face, she rained kisses all over his face and lips, not caring that they were watched. All she cared about was showing her love for Dawg.
He let her down, and held her cheek. “You’re okay.” His thumb ran across her split lip.
“Louis didn’t like being called a limp-dicked prick.”
“You cursed?”
“It wasn’t as bad as some of the things I could have called him.”
“He’s gone. He’s not going to hurt you anymore.”
“Good, I’m pleased he’s gone.” She hugged Dawg close.
“Are we … good?”
She pulled back to look at him, and she saw the fear in his eyes. “We’re more than good. I love you, Dawg. I love you so much, and I’m not going to waste another moment.”