The Bandit (The Stolen Duet 1)

Anna’s scream of outrage was cut off by the door slamming closed.Chapter Fifty-ThreeSooner or later trouble knocks.

ANGELI held theice pack to Mian’s jaw, and pretended I didn’t feel like an asshole for what I did to her as soon as Lucas carried Anna out the door.

“I want your mouth.”

“Wel,l you’re not going to get it.” It was amusing to watch her backing away at the same time trying to sound in control.

“All right, I feel like playing. This one is a classic. You’re going to hide. If I don’t find you in five minutes, I’ll consider the consequence of last night paid.”

She didn’t look like she was buying it. “What’s the catch?”

My smile disarmed her completely. “If I do find you, I get your mouth… and the rest of you.”

“What if I don’t want to play?” she challenged.

I shook my head because she knew better. “Time’s already ticking, Sprite.”

When I woke up this morning and felt her ass nuzzled against my cock, I couldn’t help wanting to do things to her that would make a God fearing lady clutch her pearls. But then I remembered what had happened hours before, and I couldn’t stop my hand from flying. I slapped her ass hard enough to wake her and then put her on her knees.

Now that I wasn’t thinking with my dick and controlled by my need to dominate her, I needed answers. Starting with where she’d gotten my mother’s gun. The doorbell rang while I switched the ice pack to her other jaw. I peppered kisses down her available neck and ignored the doorbell when it rang again. “We need to talk.”

“Aren’t you going to get that?” She sounded horny and nervous at the same time, and I resisted the urge to smile.

“No.”

“I think my jaw is fine now. I’m moving my mouth, and words are coming out.” I leaned down to kiss her when I felt movement on my right. Lucas stood in the doorway watching us. He’d been quiet since I told him we were freeing Anna. I expected him to fight me on it, but he didn’t. He even volunteered to take her. His eyes have been vacant ever since, and at the same time, I think he was relieved she wasn’t around to tempt him anymore.

“What’s up, man?”

“Cops.”Chapter Fifty-FourEveryone dies.

MIANAngel’s look ofbetrayal before I was sent to my room like a child was all I could think about. That had been two days ago.

I was back to being locked in my room, but lucky for Angel, he didn’t try to keep me from my son. He had Lucas and Z bring the crib and his supplies to my room. They also took turns checking on us while he stayed away.

When the police showed up, and Angel turned cold, I knew it was because he thought I tipped the police somehow. I would have, but I was never able to find a working phone. Besides, it wasn’t as if the police didn’t have more than enough reason to show on his doorstep.

Caylen tugged at my hair, stealing my attention. He stared up at me with his bright blue eyes. “We’ve got to get out of here, baby boy. We’re not safe.” I’d been kidding myself because of all the sex he used to cloud my judgment.

His answer was to stick my hair in his mouth. Clearly, he wasn’t going to contribute to the plan to bust out of here.

The door opened while I tried to wrangle my hair from his fist and mouth. He had such a strong grip for a baby. I didn’t look up to see who graced my doorway this time because the odds it was someone I didn’t care to see were too high for me to bother.

“How are you?”

Ok, I wasn’t expecting him.

I finally dislodged my hair from Caylen’s mouth and looked up. I expected him to look as formidable as always but the jeans and shirt he wore two days ago were wrinkled, his eyes were weary, and his hair was beyond his normal bed hair. His left hand was also bandaged.

“What happened to you?”

“My grandfather died.”

Suddenly, the burning anger I held over my two-day stint went up in smoke. I didn’t say anything as I placed Caylen carefully in his crib. Angel continued to stand unmoving just inside the door. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry.” He buried his face in my neck, and I felt him nod. When he didn’t respond, I pulled back and stared until he lifted his eyes from the floor. “How did he die?”

“A gunshot to the heart.” I gasped and grabbed him again so I wouldn’t collapse.

Alon had died the same way his son had, and once again, Angel was left without a father.Chapter Fifty-FiveWhen it rains, it pours.