by my stalker and molested again."
"Your stalker?" I asked in confusion.
"Deepthroat," Tatum supplied with a sneer and I moved closer to her, wanting to check for myself that she really was okay. "It was always her. She was after Kyan. The only reason I was involved was because she wanted me out of the way."
Saint's eyes flared with understanding as he grasped that idea and he turned away suddenly, throwing his fist into a tree as he began cursing himself for not seeing that sooner, the darkness in him rising to the surface at his perceived failure.
Kyan and Monroe followed, reasoning with him as I approached our girl, stroking my fingers through her golden hair and massaging her scalp gently to make up for Kyan's roughness with her.
She sighed as she reached out to trail her fingers along my jaw and my gaze fell to her parted thighs, sticky with Kyan's cum, the sight of it weirdly arousing.
"So, little old you saved the big bad mobster's grandson?" I teased and she smiled.
"Sure did. I'm not the only one who gets rescued in this story."
I kissed her sweetly, wanting so much to deepen it, but I knew there was no time for that, so I just laid my hand against her racing heart, pleased to have her close.
"We need to get out of here," Saint snapped suddenly, clearly deciding that now wasn't the time for him to lose his shit when there were armed men still hunting for us close by. "I have a safe house we can use. Nash, change the plates."
I looked around to find him tossing a set of fake plates and a screwdriver at Monroe before approaching us with a small hand towel which he'd gotten from fuck knew where.
Saint nudged me aside and I reluctantly let him so that he could clean Tatum up, the gentle, adoring way of his movements making me smile. Fucking softie. I was gonna have to buy him a teddy bear for him to cuddle at night if he kept this shit up.
Monroe explained the situation to Kyan and Tatum while I moved over to take a look at the damage Tatum had done to my baby. My one of a kind, limited edition car was well and truly fucked. There were no two ways about it. She was scratched, dented, a wing mirror was gone. The seatbelts were currently in use as a rope hanging over the cliff and Kyan had fucked Tatum so hard on the hood that he'd managed to dent that too.
"You owe me a new car, asshole," I said to Kyan, heading over to the mom mobile as the others got in and climbing into the back with him and our girl.
She sat between us, taking each of our hands in hers as Saint began to back us up and turn the car around.
"Well, I just called in a cleaner to get rid of it for you - don't want anyone thinking you had anything to do with the crash that killed Bait and Deepthroat, so let's call it even," he suggested with a smirk, though there was something in his eyes that said he'd just been through something pretty fucked up.
"Do you wanna tell us about it?" I asked him and everyone else in the car was silent as we waited for his reply. Tatum’s eyes lingered on him, her need to comfort him clear, but that wasn’t Kyan’s way.
Eventually, Kyan just shook his head. "Naw. The bitch is dead now. But let's just say I've got a whole new level of respect for my uncle Niall and his preference for killing rapists."
"Did she-" Tatum began in horror but Kyan cut her off with a shake of his head.
"You rescued me before she could do any more than paw at me, baby. But I needed to get my dick in my girl the second I could to wipe the feeling of her hands from my skin." He laughed as he leaned down to press a kiss to her neck and though I was certain all of us could tell the light-hearted attitude was forced, we didn't push him on it.
The main thing was that Tatum had made it there in time to rescue him, we'd escaped the men Saint's father had sent after us and we were currently heading somewhere safe. Beyond that, I had no fucking idea what we'd do. But the point was that we were all together. That was what really counted.
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