Free Wounded Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series) by Phoenix Rayne

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    “Cricket?”
    “Listen to me. This is extremely sensitive. Please keep what you just heard private.”
    They both nodded. I asked Randy to get my car pulled around right away.
    “Cricket, what can I do?” D’Artagnan asked with pleading hands.
    “Nothing. Please don’t do anything.”
    I looked down at the paper and dialed Chelle’s number; it went straight to voicemail. I dialed Ayashe’s number; she answered on the third ring.
    “Ayashe, this is Cricket.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    I need you to listen to me, and I need you not to ask me any questions.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “They’ve found us, and when I say “us,” I mean all of us. I can’t get in touch with Chelle, and I think they have her too. I need you to get your kids and Chelle’s kids and go to the reservation. I probably won’t be able to call you again. Please don’t tell anyone anything until you get to the reservation. Stay there until you hear from one of us. If you don’t hear from us, don’t leave the reservation. Do you understand me?”
    “Yes.”
    “I love you, and I’m sorry.”
    “I love you, too,” she cried into the phone.
    “Tell Mrs. JJ my promise still stands no matter what. Ayashe, leave now and trust no one until you get there.”
    I hung up the phone. The truck was at the front door and I walked out and got in. I got to the house in fifteen minutes. I pulled into the drive, and there were three SUVs parked there. I pulled into the garage, opened the door, and took my purse off the passenger seat. I shut the door and left the keys in it. As I reached the door to the house, someone from inside opened it.
    When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Jyme in the foyer all tied up and bleeding from head to toe. There was a small puddle of blood under the kitchen chair he sat in. I ran to him and held his head up with my hands; he was breathing, but unconscious. I held on to him; trying to hold his head up with my hands.
    Troy walked into the foyer eating a sandwich. “Oh hey, Cricket. I hope you don’t mind. I had to make myself something to eat.”
    I stood there looking at him, still holding on to Jyme.
    “Aw, this is so sweet. Carl, take a picture of them.” Someone snapped a picture, and the flash was bright. “Make sure you forward that to me,” Troy said. “Well, let’s get going then.”
    “Troy?”
    “Yes?”
    “Please take me, and leave him here. I will go with you, and I will never leave you again.” Tears were running down my face.
    “See this is the thing…I watched the footage over and over again. I don’t think you left me the first time. I think someone told the big Indian where you were, and he played Captain Save-a-Ho,” he told me.
    “Troy, I’ll work his debt off. I’ll die trying to make this right.”
    Troy walked over to me and placed both hands on the side of my face. “No.” He pulled my lips to his and kissed me through my tears and now bursting sobs. He pulled back and licked my tears away. “Cricket, your tears taste so sweet. I bet you have a sweet cunt, too,” he licked his lips.
    Jyme stirred, and I fell to my knees by his side. I tried to brush his hair back from his face, but it was sticky with his blood.
    “Troy, can I clean him up a bit. If we’re going somewhere, he needs to look presentable just in case.
    “You know what…you’re right. Go ahead and freshen him up.”
    I stood up and faced Troy. “I need to get him some clothes, a couple of washcloths and some warm water from upstairs.”
    “Cricket, I trust you.”
    I walked toward the stairwell, and the two bodyguards moved to the side. They didn’t follow me up the stairs.
    “Now see…that right there is a fuckin’ woman for you. The love of her life is damn near knocking on death’s door, and she still has class and grace,” Troy told the bodyguards.
    I walked straight to Jyme’s closet and pulled out one of his duffle bags. I got six pairs of jeans, tanks, tees, socks, and boxers. I folded