Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

“What are you doing?” she asked as he turned away.

“Getting us some guns.”

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Dylan stood over Miller’s crumpled body, determined to protect her as the driver’s door opened and Colm stepped out.

Thank God.

“Don’t shoot,” Colm called out, holding his hands out.

Dylan realized that he was still aiming his gun at the other man. He started to lower it then realized he didn’t know if Brandt was the only traitor in the gang.

“How did you know we were here?” he asked, keeping his gun aimed at the other man.

“Dylan! Are you okay?”

Dylan gaped in shock as Tilly climbed out of the back of the car and started toward him. Luckily, Aedan jumped out of the front passenger seat and grabbed her.

“It’s okay, we’re the good guys,” Aedan called out. “Now you wanna get rid of that gun before I let this one go?” He held Tilly in a bear hug, her back to his front. She struggled to get out of his hold.

“Damn it, Aedan, let me go.”

“Hold on to her, Aedan,” Dylan countered. “I don’t want her near this.”

He put the safety on, then stuck his gun in the back of his jeans and leaning down, searched for Miller’s pulse.

Still breathing. Thank God.

“Is she alive?” Tilly cried out. “Please tell me she’s alive.”

“She’s okay,” Dylan told her. “Just passed out.”

“Think we should do something about those two?” Colm asked, walking over to him. He nodded at Rogan and Brandt. Rogan had the upper hand and he was straddling Brandt’s body. He landed a heavy punch to Brandt’s nose and there was a loud crack.

“Yeah, I’ll deal with it. You secure these idiots.”

Colm took off his belt, tied the skinny guy’s hands behind his back. “You okay, man?” he asked Cillian, who was sitting on the ground, looking a bit dazed.

“Yeah, just took a bang to the head. I’m good.”

“Good, give me your belt.”

Dylan left the two of them to sort it out as he strode toward Rogan and Brandt.

“Aedan let me go!” Tilly yelled.

“Don’t let her go, Aedan,” Dylan countered. “Cover her eyes.”

Tilly cursed loudly as Aedan placed a hand over her eyes. Then it was Aedan’s turn to curse. Dylan looked over to see Aedan swinging her over his shoulder.

“That’s what you get for kicking me, brat,” Aedan told her. Dylan raised an eyebrow at his dominant tone then he turned his attention to Rogan.

He crouched down. “Rogan, man, time to stop. He’s had enough.”

“Don’t care,” Rogan said.

“You can kill him later. Right now, I need your help cleaning up this mess.” Rogan ignored him. “Rogan, you’re scaring Tilly.”