Rogan (Men of Siege Book 1) by Bex Dane

Author:Bex Dane [Dane, Bex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Larken Romance
Published: 2018-02-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

I woke to Dallas kneeling in front of me. He dabbed a cool compress to my temple. "Hey," he said in a comforting bedside voice.

"Hey."

As the fog cleared, my eyes focused on three dusty soldiers scowling down at me. Diesel, Blaze, and Rogan stood with their arms crossed and brows furrowed. They wore the same unmarked camo and the boots they'd worn when they rescued me in Kabul and they were covered in the same amount of dust and grime.

"Rogan." His beard covered his face, but his familiar pink lips showed through. "You're alive? Oh my God!"

He stared at me and pressed his mouth into a tight line.

"What's wrong?" They were the ones out fighting a war in the sand, and yet all their concentration drilled into me.

"You got beat up pretty bad." Dallas pressed something cold to my cheek. "Seeing a woman's face looking like yours is not easy for a man to take."

My skin throbbed and stung where he'd touched it. I took the compress from him and lowered it to the couch. Why were they all fussing over me like this? "I'll be fine. It's not the first time my fath—" Rogan growled and balled his fists. "Uh, I'll recover. I'm fine." I took a deep breath and looked around the room. Black leather couch, a card table in the nook off the kitchen. Rogan's old apartment? "We can't be in here. Someone else lives in this apartment now."

"Not anymore," Rogan responded, his voice hoarse.

"Oh. Where did he go?"

Takoda sauntered up to the couch and panted her doggie breath on me. I managed to sit up without getting dizzy and pat her head. "Takoda, I was so worried about you. You're back. What happened to your ear?"

Knocking on the door interrupted us. Rogan pulled his phone out of his pocket, checked it, and showed it to Dallas. "You know him?"

Dallas squinted and examined the screen. He pinched his nose. "I saw him at Siege earlier."

Rogan showed me the phone. "You know this guy?"

The video showed Lachlan Cutlass, still wearing his beard and ball cap, standing outside Rogan's apartment door.

"That's Lance Croft," I replied.

"Also known as Lachlan Cutlass," Dallas added.

"He was at the club?" Rogan asked Dallas.

"Yeah."

In one swift motion, Rogan opened the door, lowered his shoulder, and careened into a wide-eyed Lachlan. They collided with a grunt and tussled into the hall, thunking into the wall in the corridor.

Takoda trailed on Rogan's heels. She barked and snarled, standing alert with her hackles up, her whole body pointed and waiting to pounce.

Blaze, Diesel, and Dallas watched the brawl, but didn't move to help.

The crunch of a fist connecting with someone's flesh echoed in the hallway. "Stop! Stop!" My feeble voice didn't carry over the ruckus. I sat up, but the room tilted and I moaned.

Dallas held me down by my shoulder. "Take it easy, Tessa."

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Why was no one breaking up the fight?

"No."

"You guys! Enough! Please!" I screamed from my spot on the couch.

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