Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4) by M. Robinson

Author:M. Robinson [Robinson, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-09T04:00:00+00:00

<>Briggs<>

It was like Deja vu.

For a second I thought I was fifteen years old and back in my room. Witnessing that hell all over again. Except this time it wasn’t my ruthless, corrupt, murdering uncle.

This was Austin.

My Austin.

He looked fucking crazed. I had never seen him like that before, and it was scary as hell.

“Austin…” I coaxed, gently settling my hand over his that was still placed on the gun. “Give me the gun. You’re not a murderer. Now, give me the gun.”

“What do you think he was going to fucking do if you had shown up by yourself? Why do you think he wanted me to leave? Huh?” he argued with a dark tone in his voice I’d never heard before.

“It doesn’t matter. You were here. Now, put the gun away or give it to me.”

He peered back and forth between us.

“Austin, we have like five minutes to get the fuck out of here before this place is swarming with cops or worse, his men. I guarantee you there are cameras in this fucking warehouse. We need to go,” I ordered. “Now get your shit together and put away your damn gun. You already did plenty of damage.”

He took a deep breath and placed the gun back in his holster. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Come on.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him with me. Austin spit in his face before he came with me.

We ran out to the car. He put it in drive before I even had a chance to close my door.

“Jesus Christ, Austin!” I screamed, smacking my hands on the dashboard. “You have no fucking idea what you’ve just done. You don’t know who you just fucked with.”

And I wasn’t talking about Hector.

He just drove ignoring my statement, white knuckling the steering wheel. His hands were still bloody from the brutal assault, and I resisted the urge to ask him if he was okay.

We got stuck in over an hour-and-a-half of traffic, a horrible car accident blocking up all the roads. Which only made me dwell more on the fact of what I knew would come of this. By the time we made it back to the hotel room I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew the worst was still yet to come, and his name was Alejandro Martinez. And that scared me more than anything. I wasn’t ready for any of it.

How the fuck could Austin do this?

“We got to go,” I rambled, running inside, grabbing as many clothes as I saw lying around our disaster of a room. “You have no idea what shit storm you just created.”

He gripped my arm, stopping me.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Briggs? Do you honestly think I would ever let someone talk to you like that? In front of me! What the fuck were you doing provoking him like that? What kind of man do you think I am? I would never fucking let anything happen to you! What the fuck

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