this man from killing her. The gunman was silent for a moment as if contemplating his next move. She stared at Julien and Louis. The thought that she may never see them again made her lose her breath. Tears filled her eyes.
Both men were strikingly handsome with jet-black hair, except Julien kept his short and military-like, while Louis kept his long to his shoulders. It looked silky and wild just like Louis’s personality. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as the man lifted her feet off the ground and carried her back toward the door.
“Don’t do it,” the man in the dark suit stated just as the man holding her whispered against her neck. His lips touched her skin making her flinch in disgust. “You’re gonna help me.”
She held Julien’s gaze and saw the anger in his eyes. His muscular face looked beet red despite his tan complexion, and the vein above his right temple pulsated as he watched.
“Open the door, sexy, you’re coming with me,” he told her, and she knew that if he got her out of that kitchen and into a car that she would be in way more serious trouble than she was in right now.
He lowered the knife so she could turn the handle and when she did, he began to look over her shoulder to see if in fact there were other police outside the door and sure enough there were. That’s when she made her move. There were five steps leading out the back door to the parking area below. She didn’t know shit about self-defense moves, only what she had seen on TV. Illeanna grabbed his arm, twisted and flipped him nearly over her, but he weighed so much more and apparently was used to fighting because he took her with him. That was not how the move looked on television. They tumbled down the five concrete steps with her swinging most of the way. He yelled and struck back, but before their bodies even came to a halt, men in dark suits pulled the man up off the ground and arrested him.
* * * *
“Goddamn it, Illeanna, what the hell were you thinking?” Louis yelled as he immediately fell to the ground beside her, patting her down and looking over her injuries. He was never so scared in his entire life.
Her long black hair was pulled back into two braids behind her and appeared messy from her tumble. Her head had a cut and a scrape along the temple and forehead, and her neck was lightly bleeding.
“Is she okay? It looks like the uniform saved her from scraping up more of herself. What the fuck, Illeanna?” Julien added as he, too, began to look her over and make sure she was okay to stand.
“I’m fine. What the hell was that all about anyway? What were you two doing here?” she asked, looking as if she hadn’t just been held by knifepoint by some hit man. That’s exactly what Louis and Julien thought as well as the Feds. Except they weren’t after the senator. They were after Jean Phillips.
Louis touched her face and felt the fear begin to subside. He knew that she could have been killed, and he was pissed that she risked her life to stop the guy from evading capture.
“Why did you get in the way?” Louis asked.
“He was going to hurt you. It was just instinct,” she stated as he raised his eyes and she turned away.
“You trying to tell me that suddenly you care about us?” he asked without thought. The damn woman was on his mind continuously. She filled every one of his fantasies, and he could have lost her today.
She pulled away from his touch and began to try and stand.
“Let us help you,” Julien said as he grabbed her one arm and Louis grabbed her around the waist to help her. To be this close to her, to touch her and breathe her in meant so much. It had been too long.
“Please, Louis, I can handle this,” she stated softly and almost as if she was forcing the words from her lips.
It was obvious that she was hurt elsewhere by the way she cringed as she stood up.
“What else hurts, Illeanna? They have the paramedics in the front of the building,” Julien asked
Both men were strikingly handsome with jet-black hair, except Julien kept his short and military-like, while Louis kept his long to his shoulders. It looked silky and wild just like Louis’s personality. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as the man lifted her feet off the ground and carried her back toward the door.
“Don’t do it,” the man in the dark suit stated just as the man holding her whispered against her neck. His lips touched her skin making her flinch in disgust. “You’re gonna help me.”
She held Julien’s gaze and saw the anger in his eyes. His muscular face looked beet red despite his tan complexion, and the vein above his right temple pulsated as he watched.
“Open the door, sexy, you’re coming with me,” he told her, and she knew that if he got her out of that kitchen and into a car that she would be in way more serious trouble than she was in right now.
He lowered the knife so she could turn the handle and when she did, he began to look over her shoulder to see if in fact there were other police outside the door and sure enough there were. That’s when she made her move. There were five steps leading out the back door to the parking area below. She didn’t know shit about self-defense moves, only what she had seen on TV. Illeanna grabbed his arm, twisted and flipped him nearly over her, but he weighed so much more and apparently was used to fighting because he took her with him. That was not how the move looked on television. They tumbled down the five concrete steps with her swinging most of the way. He yelled and struck back, but before their bodies even came to a halt, men in dark suits pulled the man up off the ground and arrested him.
* * * *
“Goddamn it, Illeanna, what the hell were you thinking?” Louis yelled as he immediately fell to the ground beside her, patting her down and looking over her injuries. He was never so scared in his entire life.
Her long black hair was pulled back into two braids behind her and appeared messy from her tumble. Her head had a cut and a scrape along the temple and forehead, and her neck was lightly bleeding.
“Is she okay? It looks like the uniform saved her from scraping up more of herself. What the fuck, Illeanna?” Julien added as he, too, began to look her over and make sure she was okay to stand.
“I’m fine. What the hell was that all about anyway? What were you two doing here?” she asked, looking as if she hadn’t just been held by knifepoint by some hit man. That’s exactly what Louis and Julien thought as well as the Feds. Except they weren’t after the senator. They were after Jean Phillips.
Louis touched her face and felt the fear begin to subside. He knew that she could have been killed, and he was pissed that she risked her life to stop the guy from evading capture.
“Why did you get in the way?” Louis asked.
“He was going to hurt you. It was just instinct,” she stated as he raised his eyes and she turned away.
“You trying to tell me that suddenly you care about us?” he asked without thought. The damn woman was on his mind continuously. She filled every one of his fantasies, and he could have lost her today.
She pulled away from his touch and began to try and stand.
“Let us help you,” Julien said as he grabbed her one arm and Louis grabbed her around the waist to help her. To be this close to her, to touch her and breathe her in meant so much. It had been too long.
“Please, Louis, I can handle this,” she stated softly and almost as if she was forcing the words from her lips.
It was obvious that she was hurt elsewhere by the way she cringed as she stood up.
“What else hurts, Illeanna? They have the paramedics in the front of the building,” Julien asked
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