The Alpha Bodyguards Books #4-6

Chapter Nineteen

I heard the voices coming from the living room.

Frantic, tugging on my restraints, I tried to pull anything lose I could. But the more I struggled, the tighter they felt.

I gave my arm a hard yank and heard a gunshot.

Freezing, my breath left my body.

The voices stopped, and I hoped Dante was dead. I prayed Santos was too. I wanted them both so dead, I wanted to see their blood spilled all over the floor. The thought scaring me almost as much as the thought of them not being dead, I listened.

My heart hammering, my body shaking, my circulation in my wrists and ankles nonexistent, I listened.

Then Dante spoke.

A half cry, half sound of despair escaped past my gag, and I yanked on my restraints again.

I was still pulling on them when I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

My dress shimmied up, naked from the waist down, a mess between my legs I could only feel, anxiety ripped through my veins and threatened to choke the precious little air I was getting from my panicked breaths. But when I heard the voice in the hall, my heart almost stopped.

I recognized that voice.

I’d never forget that voice.

But… how was that possible?

I didn’t have time to think about it.

His face twisted with rage, Santos walked into the room as he spit words over his shoulder. “I’ll do what I fucking want, when I want .”

A man walked in behind him.

A six-foot-three-inch, muscled all to hell bodyguard I knew by name.

Ty.

My heart stopped.

Then started even faster as traitorous hope filled every pore of my being and my body sank under a blanket of relief so immense, I thought I’d disappear in to the mattress.

But then he opened his mouth.

“This is Dante’s asset?” Disgust spread across his cut features.

Every last ounce of hope I’d harbored shattered and hit the decimated remains of my shredded dignity that was lying on the floor next to my ripped underwear and spent tampon.

Ty glanced at Santos. “What the fuck did you do to her?”

“What the hell do you care? She’s mine,” Santos snapped.

Addis walked into the room, glanced at me and shook his head before looking at Santos then Ty. “Both of you get out here. We’ve got cleanup.”

Ty scanned the mess between my legs, but he didn’t move.

Eyeing me like I was his last supper, Santos licked his lips. “I didn’t fucking pull the trigger. Make your new bitch clean up his own mess.” He stepped toward the bed. “I got shit to do.”

Ty’s jaw ticked.

It was the only warning I saw.

Faster than lightning, he reached with both hands at once to Santos’s holsters and grabbed his two guns.

Shoving one against the back of Santos’s head, he jammed the other in his back waistband. “Addis told you to get the fuck outside for cleanup.”

Santos’s nostrils flared. “Pull the trigger, motherfucker, I dare you.”

“Enough!” Addis snapped. “Both of you, outside, now .”

Neither of them moved, but it was Santos who spoke. “You’re dead motherfucker, you hear me? Dead .”

“Go ahead and try,” Ty taunted, his hardened gaze sweeping up my body before landing on my eyes again. “Give me a reason to pull the trigger.”

Santos let out an insane laugh. “Tell him, Addis. Tell him how it works around here.”

Addis gritted his teeth, but he didn’t say anything.

Still holding the gun to Santos’s head, Ty stared me down, but it was as if he didn’t even see me.

Santos laughed again. “That’s right.” He slowly turned to look at Ty as Ty kept the barrel against his head, only now it was right between his eyes.

I silently begged for Ty to pull the trigger.

“I’m Dante’s cousin, motherfucker.” Santos grinned. “You can’t shoot me.”

Addis put his hand over the barrel of the gun, making Ty lower his aim. “Both of you outside, right now. I don’t have time for this shit.” He walked out.

Santos snickered then looked at me and winked. “Wait for me, puppet .” He followed Addis.

I involuntarily gagged.

Ty stared, and traitorous hope surged like a tidal wave.

I raised my eyebrows.

Glancing between my legs, his nostrils flared. Then he did the last thing I needed him to do. He pivoted.

Jerking on my restraints, I tried to scream stop through the gag, but all that happened was the bed rattled and a muffled sound died before it could echo across the tile floors.

His back to me, Ty didn’t even pause.

He walked out.

Bile rose, and I thought I would choke on my own vomit.

He was one of them.

He was one of them .