Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(102)

A blowjob in their Zen Garden would probably cheer us both up. I stifled a laugh and was just about to reach out and touch his knee to tell him my great idea when we stopped at an intersection and he looked in my direction with fierce concentration.

At first I could have sworn he was about to accuse me of something, but then I realized he wasn’t looking at me, he was looking out the window on my side. I turned just in time to see the windows rolling down on a black SUV that had pulled up alongside us.

“FUCK! Floor it!”

The driver, behind the privacy barrier, couldn’t hear him and was probably looking ahead at traffic rather than the horrific sight of men with big guns leaning out of the SUV. Panic so intense that it transcended any ability to react gripped me, and I sat there with wide open mouth and eyes as they swung their weapons around to point right at me, though I was probably invisible behind the window.

Jace dived across the car and pulled me towards him as a sound unlike anything I’d ever heard before almost deafened me. If somebody had told me that this was what it sounded like when the earth ripped open and all the demons of hell were unleashed, I wouldn’t have argued.

“Go! Go! Go! Fuck!”

My eyes were shut so tight that I thought my face was going to cramp up. I could barely hear Jace above the cacophony, as a thousand bullets hammered into the side of the car.

It might have been a few seconds or it might have been an hour, but although the assault continued, I was still breathing. Our car leaped forward and crashed straight into the back of the lead car in the convoy, coming to an abrupt halt again.

“Get outta the fuckin’ way!”

If I could barely hear him, the people in the front car had no hope. I cracked my eyes open and peered out in terror through the narrow slits. Jace was holding me against the far side of the car from where the men in the SUV were attacking, covering me as much as he could with his back to them.

Under his armpit I could see that the windows on that side were all rendered impossible to see through because they were shattered with a fine network of cracks. Somehow, aside from the occasional tiny chip that launched off as a bullet hit the outside, they were still intact.

The driver floored it again, and the lead car must have moved out of the way because we didn’t crash into anything this time. Suddenly a bright orange flash coming from behind us lit up the inside of the car, and a split second later I heard the rumble of an explosion. Even in our car, accelerating at top speed, I felt the explosion too.

I was breathing so fast, and my chest hurt with the ferocity of my pounding heart. That was one of the only things that led me to believe I was probably still alive.

Jace pushed himself up and looked back as the car weaved through traffic that I couldn’t see. I tried to get up, but Jace held me down, never taking his eyes off the scene behind us.

I didn’t have the strength, coordination or coherent plan to struggle against him. I was delirious and might have just opened the door and stepped out while we were going full speed.

Through back streets and over sidewalks, Jace’s driver managed to get us back to Jace’s building in record time, driving down the ramp into the underground parking lot so fast that the car bottomed out and I screamed.

We came to a screeching halt and Jace pulled the door handle, forcing it open with his shoulder and stepping out with the same motion. He slipped his arm around me and lifted me out before mostly carrying me towards the door.

A small army of people was swarming around us and Jace was barking instructions that I couldn’t really make out. Under flailing jackets, I saw flashes of holstered handguns as the men hurriedly reported whatever information Jace asked for.

Once inside, we were surrounded all the way to the elevator, where only three of them joined us. Jace leaned me against the wall in the corner and grabbed one of them.

“You and you join the other two upstairs in the choke point. You, head back down and tell them that nobody, nobody, else comes upstairs until I give the OK. Fucking nobody, you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” came the ragged chorus.

“Triple the guard downstairs, get our sharp-shooters in their rooms in the surrounding buildings. Anything could happen tonight. Be ready for it.”

“Yes, sir,” they repeated.





Chapter 23

Kendall

Jace guided me to one of the chairs around the table and I sank into it. Every muscle in my body was quivering as he walked away a few steps and put a gun down on the counter. When he’d picked that up, I had no idea.

He disappeared behind the bar for a second, and I listened to the clicking of a safe being opened as well as my own breathing. I was alive! I was really alive.