The place smelled like honeysuckle. What kind of an alley smelled like honeysuckle? Time to staple again. The other two might wish for death when they awoke.
How the hell had they found him? Out of their reach. Time to break into one of the businesses and call his brothers. He shook off his leather jacket and glanced at his destroyed shirt. A door opened several yards down. He stiffened, reaching for the knife in his boot. At two a. Sexy and frustrated, the tenor promised heated nights. So he turned his head. She stood in the moonlight in a compact yoga outfit, her mahogany hair up in one of those clips.
Feminine and mysterious. Blood loss must be getting to him. She glanced down the far alley, alertness in her stance. Your moodiness is getting to me. Irritation grated along his skin at the sudden, albeit beautiful, distraction. He needed neither witnesses nor questions right now.
She gasped when she saw him. Pretty green eyes widened, the pupils expanding. Her heart rate sped up enough that he could hear each thump with his enhanced hearing. The woman rushed toward him, dropping to her knees. She wanted to help him? He narrowed his gaze and caught her arm, careful not to break the delicate bones. He was at least a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than her, found bleeding in her alley. All he needed was duct tape and a ski mask to be a bigger threat to somebody so small. Anybody could see that. Damn, she was cute.
He assessed her, figuring out how to get an invite inside so he could use the phone. With a harmless shrug, he tilted his head toward his motorcycle. Sorry to scare you. I was tired and not watching the road. She leaned forward to eye the tattoo on his arm. Marshal, then as a marine, and the tat was temporary. Not completely.
Jory had died alone. All alone. For that, Matt would never be whole again.
The pain gripped his heart, and he gritted his teeth to keep his expression calm. Some souls were meant to be damned, and he deserved the agony of hellfire. The woman sighed, resigned wariness filling her eyes. Intrigue and an odd irritation filtered through him. He nodded anyway, pleased to be getting indoors.
But he wanted to be on his game when he found the bitch. Matt tuned in his senses but failed to hear any footsteps. A couple argued several blocks away about who should 12 drive home. They both slurred their words, so neither should drive. For now, Eugene was absent, and Matt needed to get inside and call his brothers. He released the woman and forced his feet to move toward his bike. Nobody will take your big motorcycle. A sports bar with wide-screen TVs, pool tables, and dartboards. He glanced down.
Not a barmaid. She gently pushed him onto a wooden chair by a worn table. The woman was much too delicate to be closing a bar by herself. Whoever the hell Eugene was, he needed a beating for leaving her alone at night like this. He understood that kind of sorrow. Her cheeks paled from rosy to stark white in seconds.
Emeralds shimmered when her eyes opened wide.
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