Sophie Oak: Back in Bliss

And then he very casually and with utter silence slit the man’s throat and got him to the ground and was out of sight before anyone could look his way. It had been like one of those nature videos she’d watched. The lion had taken down the rather unattractive and mean gazelle without breaking a sweat.

Wow. That explained a whole lot.

So Henry was John Bishop. Yeah. She hadn’t guessed that.

Kent spoke in rapid-fire Spanish and another of his goons stalked down the hallway, rushing off to the master bedroom. “Sometimes these guys from down south get distracted by shiny things. I think it’s about time we finish up here and take this party somewhere else. No matter how quiet we are, we’re not isolated enough to fire up the chainsaw and start hacking off Stark’s body parts here.”

Henry’s was suddenly back in the hallway. Kent had been right. He moved like a ghost. He caught her eyes and nodded to a place behind her.

“Where are we going to go?” Georgia asked the question like she couldn’t really care less. She yawned a little and turned her head.

And her heart nearly stopped. Logan Green was walking down the hall. His shirt was ripped and completely covered in blood. His hair was wild as though he’d been in a fight. His eyes, oh, his eyes were focused on one thing and one thing only.

Her.

He was a magnificent beast, and he wasn’t going to allow anyone to take his mate. He’d killed both men who had walked back there. They were dead on the floor because they’d threatened her. She had no doubt about that.

He was so getting sex tonight.

But between Logan and Henry, they still only had two against three as the guard outside walked back in. She needed to even up those odds. She wasn’t going to sit back idly. Logan and Seth needed her. Her magnificent beast and her Prince Charming were getting help from her.

“Someone is coming,” he said in slow, deliberate English. “Two cars. I think it’s the police. No sirens, though.”

They needed a distraction because someone was about to get shot and it wasn’t going to be her men. Luckily, Georgia was damn good at distractions, but she was done playing a role.

As quickly as she could, she brought her knee back and up, catching that fucker right in the erection. It was a move she’d perfected on LA casting directors who got too handsy. It was also probably why she’d never been cast. She was okay with that now.

“Son of a bitch!” Kent yelled as he doubled over. His gun dropped to the ground with a clatter. “Kill them.”

But Logan and Henry were already on the move. Shots began raining around her, and Georgia ducked, her hand going straight for that gun. She sent a silent prayer of gratitude to her brothers, who were gun nuts and wouldn’t allow their baby sis to walk around in blissful ignorance. Oh, no, they had taken her to gun ranges. She’d looked ridiculous shooting at targets in designer heels and the full Chanel treatment, but she knew what to do with the one in her hand.

She lifted it and fired the minute she got a good aim. Kent was reaching for her when the bullet hit. His chest pounded with metal as she got three shots off in rapid fire.

Kent’s eyes went glassy as he looked down at the mess she’d made of his chest. He slumped to the side like a marionette with his strings cut.

Her hands shook as she clutched the gun and thought about just emptying the clip.

“Georgia, baby. He’s dead. They’re all dead. It’s all right.” Logan eased the gun out of her hand and then helped her up. She shook, trying to get her arms to his chest. God, she needed to be between them. “Baby, I’m covered in blood.”

She didn’t care. She threw her arms around him, reveling in how tightly he held her. Now that the danger had passed, she was shaking, unable to control her hands, her tears, the way her heart pounded. “Seth.”

Oh, god, Seth. She let go of Logan, but the really scary dude she’d formerly thought of as a mild granola was slicing through Seth’s bonds. Georgia got to her knees and caught Seth as he fell forward. She would have dropped to the floor, but Logan was there, a strong body, holding her up. Seth’s arms went around her, his head slumping forward onto her shoulder.

“You did so good, Georgia. Logan, she was so good,” Seth managed to say.

She let her hands find his hair, pulling him close, trying to lend him whatever strength she had left. She breathed in. She breathed out. Her men were alive, and that was all that mattered.

Seth didn’t want to move. Moving hurt. Everything fucking hurt, but Georgia was soft around him. She’d been so strong. She’d taken the burden off him. If he’d had to watch that man put a gun to her head, he wasn’t sure what he would have done. He very likely would have spilled everything and then they would both be dead. She’d been smart and fast on her feet.

“Marry me.” She was everything he wanted in a woman. He’d known it before, but he couldn’t wait any longer to claim her. Screw his timelines. Screw his plans. The only plan that mattered was sitting right here with him. He felt Logan’s hand gingerly touch down on his shoulder, a simple sign that he was there with them. They were together.

“He’s a little loopy in the head, baby,” Logan said. “What he meant to say was marry us.”

“Marry us.” It was all he’d wanted since he was a kid, a family with his best friend in his hometown.

Georgia laughed a little. “Yes. I’ll marry you. I love you both so much.”

Seth groaned just a little when Georgia hugged him tight. It wasn’t the most romantic proposal, and he would fix that by giving her the wedding of her dreams. After he regrew all the organs that had just been pounded to dust inside his body cavity.

The door swung open and Nate Wright moved in, his gun drawn. He looked around and then sighed. “You can come on in, Ty. It’s all corpses. Henry, that look is so not vegan. Fuck all. I’m going to owe Caleb and Gemma some serious cash, aren’t I?”

Fuck . Henry was here. Henry had been forced to take out a bunch of dudes. Henry, who just wanted to live his life in peace, had a whole cartel coming after him.

And brothers. Henry had brothers.

Seth forced himself to bring his head up, finding Henry standing in the middle of a bunch of dead bodies, his pants covered in blood. It dripped off his hands. Seth knew he’d finished the job with a gun, but it looked like he’d done some knife play somewhere in there because a big-ass butcher knife was in his hands, the one he’d used to cut through Seth’s bindings. It wasn’t clean. It was covered in blood. Henry looked down at his hand as though he couldn’t believe there was a knife there.

Seth wasn’t the only one who had gotten the shit kicked out of him. Henry’s whole world had just ground to a halt. The cartel knew he was alive. They would come after him. Even if that Kent asshole hadn’t told anyone what he was planning, they wouldn’t just give up.

“Holy shit.” A man in blue pants and a white shirt walked in carrying a huge medical bag. “That is a lot of corpses. Caleb is going to be pissed. Is there anyone left alive for me to treat?”

Seth held his hand up weakly, gesturing the guy over. “I will take any drugs you will give me. Logan, dude, all is forgiven. This shit hurts and I only had to survive it for like ten minutes. Motherfucker, I just felt my spleen go.”

Georgia’s blue eyes went wide with terror. Seth shook his head. “I’m joking. I’m fine, baby.”

He let the EMT help him lie down. He so wasn’t fine. He was pretty sure he was about to spend some time in the hospital, but he didn’t want to scare Georgia.