Utterly Yours (Book Three) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free Page B

Nathaniel’s direction.
                  “You need to back up, man.  She’s having a flashback, man.  She’s going to hurt you,” Nathaniel said, honestly trying to warn the asshole.
                  “What the fuck?” Rodney seems very confused by the interaction, which Nathaniel understood.  To Rodney, Lillian was probably just fresh meat for the market, and he was just some random man coming up to him trying to tell him his meat was no good.  “Back up, asshole,” Rodney warned.  “You want one of my girls, you got to pay.”
                  With Rodney’s back turned to Lillian, the woman lunged on him. She got him in a chokehold, and his gun fell out of his hands.  She placed her foot over the gun and proceeded to squeeze her arms around his throat.  “Lillian, let him go!” Nathaniel shouted.  Rodney was flailing around in her arms, but she had him trapped and was choking him out.  She was unresponsive; it was as though she was in another world.  Nathaniel saw the way she had gotten the gun into her possession, and he assumed that if he did manage to save the bastard from her that she’d have the gun in her hand the moment he came too close.  He thought fast.  He thought back to the conversation he had had about her life in the army, and a name stuck out.  Turns out, he had been listening much more intently than he had thought.  “At ease, solider!” Nathaniel shouted.  “Commander Jorgen wants you in the caravan!  We got to move!”
                  By some miracle, Lillian listened.  “That way, solider!” Nathaniel pointed towards the car.  “Get inside and wait for me there, that’s an order!”
                  Lillian seemed dazed and confused, but she still waddled over to the car and sat herself down in the passenger’s seat, closing the door behind her.  Rodney was on the ground coughing and gagging while his girls steered clear to avoid receiving the blunt of his frustration.  “You all right?” Nathaniel asked.
                  “What the-” he paused to cough several times and gasp, “The fuck was that?”
                  “She has PTSD,” Nathaniel said, slowly backing away.  “I’ll get her out of here.”
                  “Fuck you!  I’ll shoot the bitch!” he said, jumping up to his feet.  He looked down and then cringed.  “Fuck, crazy bitch has my gun.”
                  Great , Nathaniel thought.  “I suggest walking away because the crazy bitch thinks you’re a Libyan combatant.”
                  “Fuck, man,” he said.  “I need my gun.”
                  “I suggest forgetting about your gun,” Nathaniel said, and Rodney decided that this was his best option.  He and his girls put some distance between themselves and the car.
                  Nathaniel made his way over to the car and slowly opened the passenger’s side door.  “Give me your sidearm, solider,” he said confidently.
                  “Yes, sir,” she said and handed over the gun; he tossed it instantly and hurried to the driver’s side.
                  He sat down and looked at her.  She looked out of her mind.  She was rubbing her temples and rocking slightly in her seat.  “Lilian?” Nathaniel beckoned.  She didn’t answer him, but she merely mumbled under her breath, still rubbing the side of her head with her fingers as though she was trying to rub the delusion away.  He pulled the car away from the curb; he felt a pain in his chest from seeing her like this. 
                  On his way there he had come across a bit of construction, and although it was significantly later and he was certain the yard would be closed for the night, he still took the long way back to Troy just in case.  The last thing he needed was for a jackhammer to start her back over at square one.