Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(208)

“Something came up,” I growl out.

Javier chuckles; “Sorry marica, but fucking little rich girls on a Caribbean island doesn’t really count.” He shrugs and tsk-tsks me again; “A deal is a deal, Irish, and you fucked up.”

“Then let’s renegotiate,” I snarl out, feeling every muscle in my body screaming as I stand there tense as a coiled spring ready to do something the second he tries to get close to Quinn.

“Ni de coña!” Javier laughs; “No way, Papi!” He shouts something, and suddenly the door to galley in the back of the jet bangs open and two of his guys step out.

Sparks and fire flash through my head as I try and calculate my odds of reacting and not getting one of us shot here before I admit to myself that they’re pretty shit odds.

The men start to advance on us, holding rope, and Quinn starts to scream as she grabs for me. My fists are clenched into white-knuckle fury, and I get one step towards the two new guys before I feel the cold, heavy metal of a gun barrel on the back of my head and freeze.

“You fucked up, Irish,” Javier’s voice is low behind me as he cocks the pistol in his hand. The men advance on us, and Quinn is still screaming and clutching at my arm as Javier leans close to my ear, his voice a dark whisper; “You made a big mistake coming here, Logan, and now I gotta show you just how big a mistake it was.”

The men pull black bags out, their faces dark and neutral as they step towards us.

Protect them.

One fucking simple request from the man who gave me my second shot at life. One job; protect his daughters, and here I am utterly failing at that.

I’m sorry; so fucking sorry.

I lunge forward, and I feel the sharp crack of something hitting the back of my head before I start to fall to the ground. Quinn’s screaming as they grab her and start to pull the bag over her head, and it’s the last sound I hear before everything goes black.





28





Quinn




“You know, I gotta say, you look good, marica! I mean you might’ve fucked up pretty bad, but at least you got yourself a tan down there.”

My mouth tastes like cotton as I slowly open my eyes to blackness, and at first I’m terrified that I’m blind or something until I remember the bag. Slowly, I can see light trickling through the course fabric, and I’m trying to peer through it when the sudden presence of Javier’s voice right next to my ear makes me gasp and flinch away from the sound.

“Oooh! Looks like your girlfriend woke up, Irish!” I gasp as the bag is quickly yanked from my head, and I’m blinking my eyes at the sudden light, however dim. My breath catches in my throat as I slowly take everything in around me.

The first thing I see is Logan, his battered-looking face intently and wildly looking at me from across the room from the chair he’s bound to. My arms feel sore, though I quickly realize I’m not tied up like he is; like that means anything with Javier and two large men with guns in the room with us.

“Get the fuck away from her.” He snarls, his biceps bulging as he grits his teeth and strains against his bonds.

“Oh, from her?” Javier grins and runs the back of his hand sickeningly across my cheek; “I’m not so sure, Logan! I’m just not so sure!” He nods his head as if he’s thinking some sort of deep thought, and he turns on his heel and walks slowly towards Logan; “Orders, Marine; orders. You see there’s a chain of command for a reason, cabrón, but I guess you missed that day back in Marine school.” He reaches out and pats Logan on the cheek, who snarls and whips his head away as Javier chuckles; “So, I’m thinking, maybe you need to learn a solid lesson about doing what you’re fucking told to do, Marine; a big lesson.” He turns and winks at me, giving me an evil smile that makes my skin crawl.

Logan strains violently at his ropes; “You leave her the fuck alone!” He snarls at Javier; “You wanna hurt someone? Hurt me, fucker.”

Javier about doubles over laughing; “Oh, please; come on, Logan! What do you think I’m gonna do, hit you?” He turns to his goons and shakes his head while he shrugs dramatically; “Nah, no way Papi. You’re the type of fucked-up weirdo that enjoys that shit too much.”

“So what do you want.”

“What do I want, Logan?” Javier tsks and shakes his head; “We had a deal, remember? I just want you to keep up your end of it.”

“Blackmail isn’t a deal.”

Javier shrugs; “Well, it’s not one you want, but it’s still a deal.” He turns to look at me again; “I bet she still doesn’t know, does she? About Africa?” I stare at him defiantly, but I can see that wicked grin on his face curling into something even more sinister; “No? Oohhh, then I bet she also doesn’t about Afghanistan either, does she.” He smirks at me; “I bet you didn’t know Captain save-the-world over here is wanted by the U.S. Government for desertion of duties and colluding with the enemy, did you?”