Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,59
him if I can kill dumber first, and if I do, can I watch the porn?” Katana’s question was asked loud enough that it let Keys know he was next to Dragon.
If they were watching some jackasses outside, that meant there were men inside. “What side of the place do you see activity?”
He listened, swearing low when it appeared Dragon and Katana were on the opposite side to where they were. “I got activity next door inside Palmer’s room. Whoever is moving about isn’t who is doing a little B&E.”
“Katana is coming your way. You got a kid with you right?” Dragon asked, his voice no longer held the joking tone.
“Yeah.”
“We got you.”
The line went dead. He finished shoving his feet into his boots, satisfied to see that Palmer had gotten herself fully dressed as well. “They don’t know you and Hoss are in here with me.”
“Do you have an extra gun for me?” She looked at the one he’d grabbed out of the side table, then at him.
“You know how to shoot one?” No way in hell would he give her one unless he was sure she could handle it.
“I’m better than average. Nobody has ever said ‘Palmer can’t hit the broad side of the barn’ when it came to me and my aim. I may not be a dead shot, but I can hit what I aim for, mostly.” Her voice shook, but her hand was still out, waiting.
Keys looked at his Glock, then at her. “Shooting a Glock is like shooting any semi-automatic. What have you shot before and for the love of all please tell me it wasn’t a pea shooter?”
“It wasn’t a peashooter. Now give me the damn gun, Keys.” Her voice was firmer, the hand no longer shaking.
Fuck, he hated handing her a weapon out of necessity, but he hated the thought of her not having one even more. He showed her how to hold it, making sure she had a good grip and stance before he went to the closet. He’d stashed the weapons bag he’d procured from Koyn in there, hoping he wouldn’t need them, preparing in case he would. Looked as though he would need them now. He grabbed two more Glocks, checked the magazines in each to ensure they were fully loaded before sliding them into the guns. He pulled a vest on over his T-shirt, filled the pockets with extra magazines, and slid the knives into their proper places. All the while he felt her eyes on his back. Two more guns were loaded and placed on his body before he faced Palmer. Judgement time came a lot sooner than he’d hoped. As part of the Royal Bastards, they walked a fine line between right and wrong. Many times, his brothers and him were the only chance for some, when it came to getting loved ones back from sick fucks like Thomas Kincaid. Their means weren’t always legal. Their gains weren’t always necessarily voluntarily given. Keys was usually the one behind the keyboard tracking them down, then the one who made sure they didn’t have the means to fund more of the same if any were left alive after.
“You’re not going over there are you?” She whispered, the gun resting beside her on the bed.
He was sure he’d see condemnation, instead all he saw was worry. “Baby, I can’t let them come over here and risk them finding you and Hoss.”
“But what if they come while you’re gone. Please don’t leave us.” She got up, coming to him with love, sadness, and fear on every beautiful inch of her face. What she didn’t have was what he was sure he’d see. Rejection.
Keys opened his mouth to promise he’d be fine, when his phone dinged, the alarm going off signaling it had been tripped again. Shit, he wished he’d used a different tone for the door and windows. As it was, he didn’t know which way the intruders were leaving or if they were making their way to his suite. He placed his finger over his lips. Her body quaked in his embrace. He looked over at Jaxson, sleeping so peacefully. “Go and protect our boy. I won’t leave this room.” He whispered next to her ear.
He let her go when she nodded.
She pulled the cot next to the bed, putting the chair between it and the wall. His fierce mama bear thinking of her child’s safety first. He knew without a doubt, she’d put herself in front of Jaxson