Serial Story: Jasmine Betrayal, Part 13
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 13
When Max opened his eyes again, Genevieve was pacing the floor at the end of the bed, the title clutched in one hand, her lips moving silently every so often. She appeared to be arguing with herself, which was both adorable and amusing.
“So who’s winning?” he asked, pushing up to sit against the headboard. She stopped, a questioning look on her face when she turned to him.
He shrugged. “Looked like you were having a good argument there. I was just curious who was winning the debate.”
She rolled her eyes. “I was trying to decide whether to leave you here, or wait until you woke up to leave. I think this number is on one of the folders in a file box, but I need to get back to the diner to confirm it. I was pretty sure you wouldn’t like the idea--”
“Damn straight I don’t.” He swung his legs off the bed, wincing at the pull in his side. “We have no idea where Jenkins’ men are, who’s leading them now, or whether your dad’s stuff is even still there anymore. It’s too risky. What happened with the lawyer?”
She shook her head. “The lawyer’s dead, which you would know if you hadn’t passed out so fast. You’re not being logical. There are literally boxes of papers there - too much to just pack up and haul away in one day. It would make more sense for them to go through it right there, and leave everything except the title. Besides, Jenkins knew the title was at my place. He probably called his dogs off ages ago. The last thing they know about us is that we drove out of town, so the diner’s actually the one place they won’t expect us to be. So it’s the safest place for us to be.”
“No, you’re being too logical.” He shook his head back at her. “These guys don’t run on logic, they run on instinct. Instinct says people return to what they know, especially when they’re in trouble, so they’ll be waiting for us to show up at the diner. And one large truck and some motivated labor - both of which Jenkins has - are all they’d need to haul all those papers away. We won’t find them there, Gen. They’re probably at one of Jenkins’ warehouses by now.”
She cocked her head and put her hands on her hips, stepping closer. “Where are they? Do you know which one he’d use?”
Max got to his feet, holding up a hand. “No. We are not going there. It’s too dangerous.”
Raising her eyebrows, she stepped closer, pushing a rigid finger into the center of his chest.
“Either help me, or I’ll figure it out on my own. I want this over with, Max. As soon as possible, and I’ll do whatever I need to to make that happen. Understand?”
He had to work to keep from smiling at the sight of her all riled up, eyes blazing with fire and her whole body vibrating with energy. She was beautiful, gorgeous, even and he itched to haul her up against him and cover those delectable lips with his own.
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer, loving the small, surprised gasp that escaped her lips, and the way she instinctively grabbed his shoulders for balance.
“I will help you, I promise,” he said, placing a gentle kiss at her temple. “But we need to be smart about it. There has to be another way.” He kissed her again, and her hands slipped a little higher around his neck.
“Like what,” she murmured when he let her up for air. “I need a plan, Max. I can’t just sit here and do nothing...”
This time, she kissed him, and he held her tighter, ignoring the pain in his side. Her personal scent was so sweet, so intoxicating he felt like he’d never get enough. Stepping backward, he pulled her with him, another step and then another until he felt the edge of the bed behind his leg.
“Let’s think about it some more,” he said, pulling her down with him to the mattress. He kissed her jaw, her neck, her shoulder as he pushed her shirt collar aside. “I’m sure we can think of something, if we try hard enough.”
“We shouldn’t...” she breathed, her fingers clenching in his hair to bring his lips back to hers. He happily obliged her, his tongue dancing with her as he settled more solidly against her.
Loud voices shouted outside, and before he could process the warning, the door to their room exploded open, banging loudly against the wall. Two seconds later, there was enough firepower to protect a small country pointing at the bed, and not a badge in sight. A man he didn’t recognize stepped forward, a long, jagged scar running down one side of his face.
“Bring them to the warehouse. We’ll finish this there.”
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 13
When Max opened his eyes again, Genevieve was pacing the floor at the end of the bed, the title clutched in one hand, her lips moving silently every so often. She appeared to be arguing with herself, which was both adorable and amusing.
“So who’s winning?” he asked, pushing up to sit against the headboard. She stopped, a questioning look on her face when she turned to him.
He shrugged. “Looked like you were having a good argument there. I was just curious who was winning the debate.”
She rolled her eyes. “I was trying to decide whether to leave you here, or wait until you woke up to leave. I think this number is on one of the folders in a file box, but I need to get back to the diner to confirm it. I was pretty sure you wouldn’t like the idea--”
“Damn straight I don’t.” He swung his legs off the bed, wincing at the pull in his side. “We have no idea where Jenkins’ men are, who’s leading them now, or whether your dad’s stuff is even still there anymore. It’s too risky. What happened with the lawyer?”
She shook her head. “The lawyer’s dead, which you would know if you hadn’t passed out so fast. You’re not being logical. There are literally boxes of papers there - too much to just pack up and haul away in one day. It would make more sense for them to go through it right there, and leave everything except the title. Besides, Jenkins knew the title was at my place. He probably called his dogs off ages ago. The last thing they know about us is that we drove out of town, so the diner’s actually the one place they won’t expect us to be. So it’s the safest place for us to be.”
“No, you’re being too logical.” He shook his head back at her. “These guys don’t run on logic, they run on instinct. Instinct says people return to what they know, especially when they’re in trouble, so they’ll be waiting for us to show up at the diner. And one large truck and some motivated labor - both of which Jenkins has - are all they’d need to haul all those papers away. We won’t find them there, Gen. They’re probably at one of Jenkins’ warehouses by now.”
She cocked her head and put her hands on her hips, stepping closer. “Where are they? Do you know which one he’d use?”
Max got to his feet, holding up a hand. “No. We are not going there. It’s too dangerous.”
Raising her eyebrows, she stepped closer, pushing a rigid finger into the center of his chest.
“Either help me, or I’ll figure it out on my own. I want this over with, Max. As soon as possible, and I’ll do whatever I need to to make that happen. Understand?”
He had to work to keep from smiling at the sight of her all riled up, eyes blazing with fire and her whole body vibrating with energy. She was beautiful, gorgeous, even and he itched to haul her up against him and cover those delectable lips with his own.
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer, loving the small, surprised gasp that escaped her lips, and the way she instinctively grabbed his shoulders for balance.
“I will help you, I promise,” he said, placing a gentle kiss at her temple. “But we need to be smart about it. There has to be another way.” He kissed her again, and her hands slipped a little higher around his neck.
“Like what,” she murmured when he let her up for air. “I need a plan, Max. I can’t just sit here and do nothing...”
This time, she kissed him, and he held her tighter, ignoring the pain in his side. Her personal scent was so sweet, so intoxicating he felt like he’d never get enough. Stepping backward, he pulled her with him, another step and then another until he felt the edge of the bed behind his leg.
“Let’s think about it some more,” he said, pulling her down with him to the mattress. He kissed her jaw, her neck, her shoulder as he pushed her shirt collar aside. “I’m sure we can think of something, if we try hard enough.”
“We shouldn’t...” she breathed, her fingers clenching in his hair to bring his lips back to hers. He happily obliged her, his tongue dancing with her as he settled more solidly against her.
Loud voices shouted outside, and before he could process the warning, the door to their room exploded open, banging loudly against the wall. Two seconds later, there was enough firepower to protect a small country pointing at the bed, and not a badge in sight. A man he didn’t recognize stepped forward, a long, jagged scar running down one side of his face.
“Bring them to the warehouse. We’ll finish this there.”
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