A Captive Situation (Kings of New York)

I was starting to think Sawyer was going to get me killed, just by being in my life.

The bullet went wide, but I lost years of my life watching her throw herself at Green. She might as well have stepped in front of the bullet. She had no fighting skill, whereas it was easy to see that the other girl did. If I hadn’t known from the file I read, I would’ve learned the second I caught her and dragged her back to the apartment that she knew how to fight. She knew street fighting, which meant that if it came to her versus Sawyer, my girl would’ve been the one with the bullet in the brain.

A shudder went through me.

That would never happen.

After swiping the gun back and fighting with Green all over again, I ordered Sawyer to walk.

She hesitated.

I growled, “Not a suggestion. Walk. Chill the fuck out.”

A muffled scream ripped from her closed mouth, and she gave me a nasty look, but she spun on her heels and stalked off.

When Green tried swiping my feet out from under me, I perched her on my hip and threw her down on the bed. She was fighting against me again, but I knew some of her tricks this time. The first time, she’d crawled down an entire story until I caught up to her. This time, she’d picked the handcuffs, and I had to wonder how long she’d been waiting to make her move.

She was tough. I gave her that.

“Your woman’s got a screw loose,” she grumbled after I finished tying her down.

I huffed. “Don’t I know it.”

I stepped back from the bed. I’d taken zip ties to her wrists, stretching them to each side of the bed. And judging from her past escape attempts, I tied both of her ankles down, her legs spread out as well. She couldn’t do a thing to get away now, not unless she could dislocate her shoulder and somehow get an arm free, but even that might not help her.

“What?” I asked before affirming to myself she wouldn’t be able to get free.

“Your woman. She nuts?” A grudging look of respect was in her gaze, along with frustration and, if I wasn’t mistaken, some desperation too.

“No.” I chuckled. “She’s solid except if she lets herself slip away into a delusion, but who wouldn’t want a Broadway play to start performing on the metro?”

Green’s head twisted around. “Say what?”

I laughed again before getting back to business, dropping the amused tone. “Listen. I know who you are. I know who Lane is. You did a good job trying to get underneath our skin, but I knew what you were doing. Sawyer didn’t.” All civilities were dropped. I drew my gun. I was all the way cold now, and letting her see it. I said, a very real warning, “You will walk free from here. We don’t have plans to kill you, but that will change the second you might get an idea to turn that gun on Sawyer. She saw the same look in your eyes that I did. You were going to shoot me. You would’ve turned the gun on her right after.”

I kept the safety on, but put the barrel to her forehead.

It was a different feeling when a gun touched you.

A cold feeling. Slight. Almost like it was nothing, except the knowledge of what it could do.

A chill worked its way through Green before she suppressed it, swallowing tightly.

I leaned closer, meaning every fucking word I said. “You ever point a gun at Sawyer, I will end you.” She was weighing my words, seeing into me. She saw I meant it, no matter the monster that was obsessed with her.

She slunk down in the bed. “You look just like him,” she whispered, more to herself than me.

I frowned before putting my gun away. “Who?”

She blinked a couple times, realizing she’d said those words aloud. “Creighton. There’s a look in his eyes sometimes. I’ve never seen it on anyone else before.” She swallowed again, her throat moving rapidly, and she let out a calming breath before she was more composed. She jerked her chin up to me. “You had that same look in your eyes.”noveldrama

I straightened up, my shoulders rolling back and relaxing. I could work with that. “Get comfortable. Sleep if you can. I’ve got things to attend to before I call my cousin.”

I shut the door, but not before I heard a gasp. “Wait. Your what?”