by Anna Zaires, Pepper Winters, Skye Warren, Lynda Chance, Pam Godwin, Amber Lin
“He’s got dog tags.”
The chain around my neck is tightened, cutting off most of my airflow. When he shakes it, I feel the skin from the base of my throat scraped clean as my tags jingle in his grasp.
“You think this means something to me? To us? You are nothing! They are nothing! You have been here how many months? Do you even know? There is no rescue for you – they care nothing for you! One of your own men told us where you were!”
The private had betrayed me.
“Doesn’t mean anything.”
“Lieutenant?”
My head turned towards the sound – a reflexive action. I didn’t know the man standing in front of me with the round face, blue uniform, and flak jacket. I’d never seen him before.
“Where’s Odin?” I asked.
“I’m going to read you your rights,” the man said.
The familiar words flowed from his mouth, and I was reminded of a thousand movies and television shows where similar words were spoken.
“Do you understand these rights?”
“There was a girl down there,” I told him. “Did you see her? She had a quarter around her neck.”
“He’s gone, sir.”
“Let’s just get him in.”
I was pushed through the opening and back into the apartment, through the bedroom, and into the living room. My breath caught in my chest as I saw the pile of white fur near the couch, but before I could react to the sight, Odin’s muzzled head came up and his tail began to thump against the floor. An officer had a leash around his neck and kept him from coming closer to me.
I gasped out a breath and nearly fell in relief as I was escorted across the room, through the open door, and into the hallway. The elevators were blocked open down at the end of the hall, and there was an officer arguing with a woman near the stairway.
Not a woman – the woman.
Lia stood with her hands on her hips and her hair pulled up into one of those ridiculous, lumpy buns at the top of her head. Strands fell all around her neck and moved with her as she turned to look towards me.
Her mouth opened, and she tried to take a step forward. The officer blocked her path, so we just continued to look at each other.
I remembered everything I thought about while driving back to the cabin after dropping her off at the bus stop. This was exactly why I didn’t want to bring her into my life, but here she was anyway – watching me get dragged to jail. She was damn lucky I didn’t shoot her.
My stomach tightened at the thought.
The officers on either side of my body urged me forward towards the elevators. It was the closest to her I would get.
“Evan?” My name was a plea on her tongue.
I could only stare at her in return.
“What…what happened?” she asked, as if I would have an answer that made any sense.
I didn’t. I probably never would.
I turned away from her as they started to shove me into the elevator. There certainly wasn’t going to be any kind of understandable reason for anything I did. I couldn’t even understand it myself, so how would anyone else? They’d be better off talking to the dog.
“Lia!” I turned back to Lia and caught her eyes with mine. “Take Odin – please. Please take him with you – make sure he’s okay. Please? Will you? Please?”
“I will,” she said quietly.
“Let her?” I begged the guy holding my left arm. “Let her take my dog, okay?”
He said nothing.
“What are you going to do with him?” I demanded as I was shoved towards the elevator. “Let her take him! Please!”
“It’s all good, Lieutenant,” the round-faced officer said as he came up in front of me. “The dog’s fine, and after a little processing, we’ll make sure he ends up in the young lady’s care. All right?”
I nodded.
My eyes met Lia’s again, and I saw a single tear escape her lashes and roll down her cheek. The need to wipe away the tear was overwhelming, but I couldn’t move.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and more tears flowed as she whispered my name again.
“I’ll take care of Odin,” she told me. “I’ll…I’ll figure it out. You just need…you need…”
Her voice trailed off, and I had to give her a half smile for the effort. I didn’t need anything other than what Moretti had said he would do – I needed to be put down.
They were supposed to take me out. Why did I stop firing? If I hadn’t stopped, they would have ended me. Glancing back at Lia again gave me the answer – I couldn’t continue knowing she was in the area.
There was nothing else to be done, and no way were my usual tactics going to be able to keep me from thinking about her constantly now. I had seen her again, no longer just a memory, and I could feel myself drawn to her presence. Even as the police officers blocked us from actually coming into physical contact with one another, it felt as though we were touching.
I didn’t need to touch her – I could feel her from across the hall.
I had felt her all along; from the time she boarded the bus to see her mother until the moment our eyes met in the hallway. I might have found some ways to push her to the back of my mind, but I knew she was always there. It was like she was inside of me, and there was no way she was going away, no matter where I ended up.
I would be the death of her, quite possibly in a very literal sense.
There was no way I could let that happen. I couldn’t allow her to become a part of my fucked up life without her ending up just like Bridgett – either with my bullet or someone else’s. I wasn’t going to allow that, because…because…
Because Rinaldo Moretti was wrong about me.
I knew exactly what he had meant – I felt it.
Looking at her one final time, I soaked in everything about her that I could. My mind captured her long, dark hair, eyes glistening with tears, the shining quarter hanging around her neck, and committed it all to permanent memory. I knew this would be the end of it, and that was what was best for her. I knew it with all my warm, beating heart. The only thing left was to find a new way to get her out of my head.
Prison seemed as good a distraction as anything.
So I let them haul me out.
Cuffs around my wrists.
And remained otherwise occupied.
Epilogue
Lia
This was fucking crazy.
What had I walked into?
The hallway was bright, clean, and expensively decorated. It wasn’t quite posh but certainly counted as upscale. The scene filling the corridor didn’t fit in the slightest.
Several SWAT team members lined the walls, some of them with guns drawn and pointed at the man their comrades brought out of the apartment at the far end. They tensed as he emerged, and their fingers twitched against the triggers but not enough to fire.
My gaze was drawn to their target.
The face I looked at was the same one that had obsessed me for months, but the clear blue eyes were red and swollen, and the tight, military haircut outgrown and unkempt. The desert-style fatigues I had never seen before, but at least the look fit what I was expecting. The rest of the scene and the look on Evan Arden’s face were completely bizarre.
For months I had been searching for this man based on nothing more than a name and military affiliation, but all records of him seemed to completely disappear after he returned from the Middle East. My search had led me to the terrifying video of him on his knees while the man next to him was executed and pictures of him being brought back to the United States after he was found in an undisclosed location during a raid on a suspected Al Qaida base.
Though faded, the bruises in the photos were still quite visible. His arm had been in a sling due to a dislocated shoulder, but he had been reported to be otherwise unharmed.
But his eyes…
They had been haunted and haunting. The somewhat hesitant but bright and
alive glimmer I had witnessed in Arizona was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t been able to reconcile the pictures of the man brought back from war with the cool and confident one who locked eyes with me in his tiny bed and told me to touch him. Now that I had found him, I was watching him with the exact same look in his eyes, being taken away in handcuffs by a half dozen men.
He had been shooting at people.
Still, it wasn’t the look of a callous murderer, but more like a lost puppy – desperate, hungry, and terrified – biting at the ominous hand reaching underneath the couch to pull him out. There were tears streaming down his face, though he seemed oblivious to their presence.
All of the fantasies that had cavorted around in my head while I searched for him fell apart. There wasn’t going to be a passionate kiss as he held me against his chest – his hands were secured behind his back to protect those around him. I wouldn’t be throwing myself into his arms and feeling that sense of security and want I had felt with him in Arizona. I wasn’t sure if I would even be able to get his attention.
What happened to him?
Evan’s eyes moved to mine, and for a moment he closed them for a little longer than it takes to blink. Once he opened them again, the vision of an already broken man seemed to collapse into an even darker hole. Instinctively, I stepped forward. I needed to reach him, touch him, and be sure all of this was real and not some sick nightmare my desperate mind had contrived. I wasn’t afforded the opportunity; the police officer who had been arguing with me a moment ago blocked my path. He spoke bluntly, but I wasn’t listening to his words.
“Evan?”
Evan’s reddened eyes looked away in defeat, and he allowed his escorts to maneuver him towards the open elevator door. Just as he crossed over the line on the floor, his eyes widened, and he looked back to me and called my name.
“Take Odin – please. Please take him with you – make sure he’s okay. Please? Will you? Please?”
Odin, of course. He was the shaved-nearly-bald, huge, white dog with a rolling tongue. He kept licking my hand when I tried to fall asleep in the Arizona cabin where I met Evan. I had been amazed at how well-behaved the canine was and how quickly he reacted to anything Evan commanded.
I agreed, naturally. What else was I supposed to do? My head felt like it was full of mush – I couldn’t even make any kind of sense of the scene – but of course I would take the dog. As Evan’s panicked words to the police captain flowed in and out of my head, I tried to get past the officer near me but wasn’t able to push him away.
“Let me talk to him!” I snarled under my breath.
“I can’t do that, ma’am,” the police officer replied. “You have to understand why I can’t do that.”
I did, too.
“I’ll take care of Odin,” I called out to him, and I could see his face relax. “I’ll…I’ll figure it out. You just need…you need…”
I didn’t know what he needed, and the half smile I got in return told me he didn’t know, either. His eyes stayed on me as they pulled him backwards into the elevator, and I felt the same connection to him I had felt in Arizona when he handed me a bottle of water and our fingers touched as it passed from one hand to the other.
“Sorry,” he said softly, and the elevator closed.
Watching him disappear behind the doors, I knew I would have done anything just to be able to take him back to that moment. I had recognized then how different he was inside despite the hardened outward appearance. William had always looked soft and cuddly on the outside, but inside he was dark, cruel, and vindictive. Evan had the look about him that screamed “stay away from me,” but as soon as our bodies intertwined, I had been his.
I didn’t know how he had arrived at this point, and I knew if I would have asked Mom, she would have told me to run away as fast as I could in the other direction. I couldn’t do that, though. I couldn’t just leave him to his fate. If he had done the same to me, I wouldn’t have survived alone in the desert.
I wouldn’t allow it. He was the only good thing that had ever happened to me in my whole life, and I wasn’t going to let him be dragged away from me like this. I would figure out what needed to be done to help him and get him out of this mess he was in. Evan needed someone to help him – to save him.
There was just no way I would turn my back on him now.
The End
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“What stop again?” I asked her.
“Oak Park.”
Seven stops away. I wasn’t going to be able to wait that long.
“Come on,” I said as the train slowed to a crawl and the doors slid open.
“Where are we going?” Lia asked as I dragged her from the train and through the station.
My eyes darted from left to right, trying to find any place even remotely suitable. There wasn’t anything inside the station, so I led her out onto the street and towards a nearby office park. Slipping between two buildings, I turned abruptly, grabbed her, and shoved her against the brick.
My mouth covered hers, and my hands grabbed at her waist to pull her against me. I felt her hands move up my shoulders, and her arms wrapped around my neck as she moaned into my mouth. As I tasted her tongue, I was immediately transported back to our small, cramped, hot sanctuary in the middle of Arizona. My cock pressed tightly against my jeans as it felt the warmth of her body so close. It obviously didn’t want to waste any time leaping out and doing exactly what needed to be done.
It was a matter of sanity.
“You still want it like this, don’t you?” I breathed against her lips as I broke our kiss. My hands moved up her sides, then back down around to grip her ass. “Hard and fast – right here against the fucking building.”
My hand found its way underneath her skirt, and my fingers slid up her thigh. I could feel the edge of her lacy panties and quickly wrapped my fingers into the fabric.
“Evan…” My name on her tongue was a protest, so I stopped.
Leaning back slightly, I looked at her flushed face. Her eyes were dilated, which made them appear almost black against her pale features. Her eye makeup was smeared a little, and her breath was coming in gasps. As I stared at her, her tongue darted out over her lips as her eyes focused on me.
“You don’t want me to stop,” I stated. “You need it like this.”
She barely had the chance to nod before my hand yanked down sharply and tore her panties off her body. A moment later, my jeans were undone and my cock was out and ready. I took a moment to lick the palm of my hand and rub it over the head and shaft of my dick.
“Get your legs around me,” I commanded as I lifted her by her ass with one hand and positioned my throbbing cock with the other. “You still on the pill?”
“Yes,” she breathed as her thighs wrapped around my waist and her heels dug into my backside.
“It’s a good thing.” I slammed into her and remembered what home was.
More Books by Shay Savage
Surviving the Storm Series:
Surviving Raine
Bastian’s Storm
Evan Arden Series:
Otherwise Alone
Otherwise Occupied
Uncockblockable (a Nick Wolfe story)
Otherwise Unharmed
Stand Alone Novels
Transcendence
Offside
Worth
Alarm
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Unravel Me
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Kendall Ryan
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Edited by Tanya Saari
Chapter One
I listened as my best friend, Liz, droned on about her latest fling gone wrong and his deplorable behavior. “I’m done with men,” she declared through the phone.
I choked on my latte, nearly spitting the lukewarm liquid on my computer screen. “Sure, Liz.” She’d yet to understand that taking a guy home from the bar at two in the morning wouldn’t result in a real relationship. I wasn’t about to waste my breath explaining this to her for the umpteenth time. She was a contradiction in every way. Despite being a graduate student, her social life rivaled one of those girls-gone-wild reality shows.