“You need to watch who you’re fucking with. You may think you can take us on, but you’ll only end up dead.”
“Get in line,” I gritted out. “I already have the feds on my ass.”
I heard his low chuckle and he stepped back, releasing my arm as he shoved me slightly forward. I didn’t shake out my arm before I swung around with my other arm and slammed my fist across his face. He looked slightly stunned that I had moved so fast. He was probably betting that I would have been in pain and needing to recover, but I had dealt with plenty of pain before. Pain, I could handle.
“Knight,” Cap snapped, drawing his attention as well as my own. “Let’s try not to piss her off before we have what we need.”
He growled at me, but moved back. “This isn’t over.”
“Yes, it is. I’m not sticking around.”
I headed for the elevator, hoping that he wouldn’t try and make another move on me. Cap stepped in front of me, holding out his hand.
“Just hold on.”
“No,” I snapped. “I didn’t ask to come here, and frankly, I’m not sure that I like any of you.”
“Well, that’s too fucking bad. Look, we need your help. Knight is on to something, and even though he hasn’t told any of us about it yet,” he said, snapping his gaze to Knight’s, “if he says we need you, then I trust him. I’m sure there’s something we could do to convince you to stick around and talk this through with us.”
I watched him carefully, looking for any signs of deception, but I wasn’t seeing it. While the other guys used their brute force to get their way, I sensed that Cap truly was a good man that needed help. It had been a long time since anyone had asked for my help, and hadn’t wanted to steal my information from me, and while I felt like maybe I could trust Cap, I needed his word.
“If I stay and help, I want in on wherever the information leads us. You don’t get to take it and run.”
“Fine, but you can’t run back to your fed friends.”
I smirked at him. “I have no fed friends. There’s a reason I’m out here on my own.”
“Deal.” He held out his hand and I shook it.
“Deal.”
Chapter Twelve
Parker
“Look, all I’m saying is that it’s eight o’clock in the morning and there was no fucking breakfast on the table,” a male voice grumbled.
“Wait…Oh, thank God. See, for a minute there, I thought that your hands were missing,” a woman said with a sigh. “I thought, oh shit, Hunter’s hands are missing. How’s he going to work? We’re going to end up in the poor house because Hunter suddenly started missing his hands and is incapable of doing anything!”
“It’s morning and there was nobody in the kitchen! I walked in, thinking we would have a nice breakfast together, and you weren’t there!”
“Well, I guess you shouldn’t have removed the chain from around my ankle then!”
I grimaced at the screaming and peeled my eyes open. What the fuck was going on? Hunter came into sight and then a very pissed off, spunky-looking woman. She was glaring at him, and then I heard a low rumble.
“See? My stomach is fucking growling, trying to eat me from the inside out because you weren’t there to make me breakfast,” he said, pointing to his stomach. “How am I supposed to work on an empty stomach?”
“You know, it amazes me that I get up with the kids, get them fed and clothed, get myself ready for work, and then take care of them every night-”
“And you still managed to miss the part where you didn’t feed your husband!” Hunter shouted.
“Guys!” I shouted, just wanting the chaos to stop. “Some of us are trying to stay passed out.”
Hunter turned and glared at me. “Are you dying? I’m guessing not.” He sighed and shifted into work mode. “How are you feeling?”
“Well, aside from the searing pain in my side and the headache I now have from listening to the two of you argue about food, I’m fucking peachy.”
Hunter’s stomach growled again and he shot a scathing look at who I assumed was his wife. “I’ll check you over, but I hope I don’t pass out from hunger, or give you the wrong medicine because my vision goes blurry from hunger pangs.”
I rolled my eyes as the arguing started again. Hunter poked and prodded at me, and I had a feeling that it was more because he was pissed off than anything, because he was poking me just a little too hard.
“Alright!” I shouted, sitting up from the bed I was lying on. “Enough. Geez, this is fucking ridiculous. I’m fine.”
“If you were fine, you wouldn’t have ended up here again with blood all over you,” Hunter pointed out.
“That was stupidity more than anything.”
“Yeah, I heard all about your stupidity. I saw it too.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled and his wife smacked him. “I mean you showed up here with a woody. Yep, standing proud for all to see. People from all across the land came to take a peek at your monster cock.”
“All across the land?” I asked.
He shrugged lightly. “Well, they came from the training center. Either way, you’re a fucking legend now.”
I groaned, wiping my hand down my face as I tried to wake up a little more.
“Doc said that it was probably the kick to the nuts that Blake gave you that caused the constant hard-on.”
“Blake?”
He stared at me blankly. “The woman you were fucking.”
I shook my head, scared for a minute there that I had met a guy named Blake and didn’t know anything about it. “Wait, her name is Blake?” I tried to picture it, but she didn’t really seem like a Blake. Then again, the only time I really saw her
