Semua Bab Trapped Between Two Alphas: Bab 571 - Bab 580

Thursday, October 23LouisianaStanding naked and numb, in the middle of the empty dining room, Brea Bell blinked. What had just happened?She felt flattened. Her world had been shaken, turned inside out, upended every which way.Pierce Walker did that to her.While her body had still been glowing from the pleasure he’d heaped on her, everything had begun falling apart.Now he was gone.The second he had answered the unexpected ring of his phone, her lover had been replaced by pure warrior. Within minutes, he’d dressed, grabbed his bag, and disappeared on a dangerous mission to tangle with the drug lord who had nearly killed him mere weeks ago.He’d left her terrified for his safety—and burning with so many questions.She’d known he made his living as a sniper who killed bad guys and terrorists while keeping his fellow operatives safe. At least that’s what she’d told herself.I’m glad my father is gone. I hated him. It’s why I killed him.Until Pierce had uttered those words, she woul

Bag in hand, Brea froze in indecision near the door. Drive the twenty minutes home to take the test? What if Daddy’s first day back at the church had proven overwhelming and he cut his day short to come home? Or what if she messed this test up and needed another one?She couldn’t risk it. Besides, she didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary to learn the truth.Head down, she slinked to the back of the store and found the ladies’ room. Thankfully, it was a restroom for one. She shut and locked the door, then tore into the box and scanned the instructions.As she washed her hands, they shook. Then she sat on the toilet with the test strip.A wave of nausea swamped her again—a combination of her nerves and the sharp scent of the antiseptic cleanser. She swallowed back another urge to vomit as she finished administering the test. Then she set the strip on her plastic bag strewn across the counter and bent to wash her hands again.She had to wait three minutes. It would be the longes

He had a plan and a few hours to kill before Montilla likely showed. Right now was about fortifying this place and getting some rest.The house didn’t have an alarm system, and even if it had, it would have been some prefab piece of shit a guy like Montilla could easily skirt. So One-Mile got creative.He opened the pantry and pulled out a dozen cans of soups and vegetables, then scanned the labels. Since airport food was barely edible, he’d skipped it. Now, he set aside some chili, opened the rest of the cans, and dumped their contents down the garbage disposal. Finally, he searched the house until he found a spool of twine and an icepick.Not perfect, but he’d make it work.While he heated the chili, he stabbed holes in the empty cans and tied them together. Then he attached a set to the handles of both the front and back doors. It wouldn’t keep anyone out, but if an intruder tried to barge in while he slept, the cans rattling across the tile would serve as an early warning system.

The man had always confused her.As she swept the last of the hair from the floor and stored the broom, the chime on the empty salon’s front door rang. She turned, hoping to see a friendly face.Cutter appeared around the privacy partition dividing the front desk from the clients. “Hey, Bre-bee.”“You’re back!” She ran to him.He opened his arms and hugged her tight. “You okay?”She clung gratefully. He’d always been her lifeline. “Tell me what happened to you. Your client got kidnapped? And you got a concussion?” She skimmed her fingertips across his face. “That’s a nasty scrape on your cheek, but whatever gave you that bruise at your temple must have hurt like the dickens. And what about that long scratch on your chin?”Cutter pulled back with a scowl. “I’ll heal. But it wasn’t my finest case. Thankfully, Jolie Quinn, my client, kept her head up. Her corporate security specialist, Heath, managed to save her. They both got out alive.”“Oh, thank goodness everyone is all right.”“I’m

He was right, and his offer meant the world to her, but… “I love you, Cutter. Like a brother. I don’t think of you…that way.”He scowled. “I don’t think of you that way, either. You’re my sister in every way except blood. But we’ve stuck together through thick and thin. We’ve grown closer over the years because we both know what it’s like to be the latch-key kid of a hardworking single parent. I don’t want that for your baby. I doubt you do, either. So unless you want to find yourself cast out of Sunset altogether for trying to raise your child alone, I’m your best hope.”“What would you do if you married me?” She hated discussing such an indelicate topic, but he’d brought it up. “I don’t go out of my way to hear gossip, but I can’t always avoid it. I know you’re a red-blooded man. I know you like women and you don’t enjoy spending your nights alone. I can’t give you…”Sex.Cutter winced. “I wouldn’t ask you to.”Brea breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t interested in getting naked an