Forbidden With Me - Leigh Lennon Page 0,78

fucking dead man,” the youngest says, and his shrieks continue when both brothers appear in the door, one holding Malia and the other holding Vanessa.

“Hey, motherfucker, would you like me to put a hole in one of these beauties?” Both of their guns are pointed at Malia’s and Vanessa’s head.

“Now what do you say, motherfucker?” the jackass in a clothesline asks.

“Wells,” Vanessa calls out, “don’t let him go.”

But the only thing that has my attention is the eyes of the woman I love.

Chapter 30

Malia

The gun is to my head, and out of my side view, the other psychopath has Vanessa with the barrel of a gun pointed at her head.

My heart is thumping, almost outside of my body, when blue and red lights surround the warehouse.

I keep my eyes focused on Wells, the gun pinned to the man who wants to kidnap me to some overseas location and build a new family with him and his psychopathic brothers.

“You’re surrounded, asshole. If you want to walk out of here, I’d suggest putting your gun down!” Vanessa yells.

“Bitch, the only way you’re getting out of here is in a body bag.”

I can’t take my eyes off Wells because, with him, I can endure this. With him, I can do anything.

All the lights, almost blind me, but my gaze stays on my man.

“Shanahan?” the familiar voice of Matt booms through a megaphone. “You okay?”

“Yeah, three perps, six hostages!” he yells, without ever breaking my gaze.

“Shut the fuck up, or these bitches die!” Tim, the eldest one, yells.

It’s all an out-of-body experience when there are two shots behind me, and both Tim and the other called Curtis fall to the ground. Vanessa takes their two guns into her possession when I twist around so fast, only to see both Smith and Stewart with guns in their hand.

I search for Georgia and Greenlyn but can’t find them, and when my body turns around to the swarm of cops storming the building, I attempt to reach out for Wells, who has turned the suspect over to another cop. He begins to close the distance between us, and his eyes are soft as others clasp him on the back shouting good job. My mind begins to swim, and I steady myself on the closest fixture, the side of the door. His speed increases as I seem to wobble. My body becomes numb, and blackness begins to overtake me, but he doesn’t reach me in time.

Wells

The scene and the carnage of the brothers’ lifeless bodies can wait. My statement and the beginning of the investigation are all things I can’t bother myself with as she sits in a hospital bed, while we wait for her to wake up.

She’s been out for an hour, and the doctors aren’t surprised by her reaction, saying her body needs time to reboot due to the trauma.

My fingers are intertwined with her long delicate ones because I’m not leaving, not until her pretty brown eyes open, and something sassy comes from her mouth.

Georgia has been in and out of the room, checking in on her, and with how Mal has described her friend, I’m surprised she hasn’t stayed in her bed. Both girls, including Greenlyn, are pretty battered and bruised—the sick sons of bitches did this to them.

“How is she?” Vanessa’s voice calls from the doorway. “You would have been proud of her, Wells. She never backed down. And she handled herself well with those fuckers.”

When I’d seen the gun pointed at Van’s head, I really thought I’d never see her again. “Thanks for taking care of my girl.”

“I didn’t do much.” Her face, too, is a little black and blue, but Van would not let anyone attend to her at the scene.

“You would have done anything to keep her alive. I knew that look in your eyes when you told me not to let Victor Wayne go. You were going to take them down to save Malia, and in it, that’s everything.”

“I just want you happy, Wells. After all we did to one another, we both deserve it.”

“You won’t get an argument from me on either account.” My attention returns to Malia as she begins to stir.

“This is my cue to leave. Take care of her.”

Mal’s eyes flutter open. “Hey, sweetheart.” I pull her hand to mine, kissing each finger individually.

“Georgia, Greenlyn?” Her concern for her friends is heartfelt.

“Oh, sweetheart, they’re okay. Greenlyn is a couple of doors down, and Georgia was treated at the scene but refused to be admitted. You