Wreck Me - Page 195

Abigail grabs the two remaining pairs of earpieces from the table while I pick up the two guns, and we head toward my car. After putting the earpieces in, we test them to make sure they work.

I just have to get in the laboratory, light the fire when I get the signal, and look at the flames engulfing the fucking place where Abigail was tortured. But my need to keep her safe has my worry skyrocketing.

I interlace our fingers over the console. She gives me a little squeeze.

“Together.”

“To whatever end.”

I kiss her knuckles and speed away.

Channeling resolve, calmness descends over me—I’m fully focused. Afterward comes the good part—just her and me.

“Why are you smiling?” she asks.

“I just imagined what I’m going to do the moment this is over.”

“Yeah, what?”

“You.”

“We might die in there and you’re thinking of sex,” she says incredulously.

“Princess, there’s two things constantly on my mind: you and the checkered flag.”

When I park two hundred feet away, we have the perfect view of the laboratory behind the wire fence. Cameras are strategically placed in each corner, and security roams the perimeter.

A guard comes straight toward us, and she pulls the handle of the door. I’m instantly on high alert.

“Your ass stays right here,” she says. “I have learned to survive in this family using my talents. I know what I’m doing.”

A flicker of a flashlight dances through the branches, getting closer.

“I can handle this. Get in the backseat.”

“Abigail…”

“Trust me.”

In what I call sheer wonder, I stay put, doing what she asks me— trust, the magic word.

She slips out of the car, and I notice a guard already has a gun out. She pretends to trip on her feet, giggling, and tells him her car won’t start.

He catches her because stupid men would never think a woman capable of manipulating them. She plays a damn good damsel in distress, flicking her hair and batting her lashes coyly at him.

From between the front seats, I see Abigail pointing at her car, still hanging onto his arm. His eyes fixate on her chest. I’m going to gouge his fucking eyes out.

“Lift the hood,” I hear him say once they reach the car.

“Where is that?”

He mumbles something about girls, and I say into the com, “You had me impressed… until now.”

She cocks her head to the side, whispering, “This is nothing. Now comes the best part.”

“My feet are killing me,” she tells him, pouting. Then she drops into the passenger seat. When he climbs into the driver’s seat in front of me, he says, “I need to get back soon, but…”

He lets the pause say all he wants to happen. She bites her lip, pretending to be eager, and adds, “I like it a bit rougher.”