Free Picture Her Bound-epub by Sidney Bristol Page A

stairs to the porch, her keys clutched in her hand, wearing nothing but his T-shirt and a thong.
    When he caught her, it was on. He’d spend the rest of the night lost in that pussy, making her beg for mercy. He’d intended to explore how many times her body would respond.
    Jacques killed the engine as a sound rent the air, stopping his world.
    Odalia’s scream.
    He flew out of the Jeep, skidding to a halt at the foot of the stairs, heart hammering in his chest, blood rushing through his ears. He could make out Odalia’s figure against the light, barely over the threshold of her condo, but anything else was hidden from view. She had her hand behind her, signaling for him to stop. Everything in him said, Go to her . But getting caught in a bad situation with her wasn’t the answer either.
    “Please, Chuck, let me look at him,” she begged, tears in her voice.
    Him?
    Creature whined.
    Shit.
    “Fuck yo’ dog,” Chuck spat.
    When he got his hands on that bastard, he would break every bone in his face. Jacques’ vision hazed red, and he dug his fingernails into his palm.
    Rushing in there wasn’t the answer.
    Jacques backtracked to his Jeep, opening the passenger door while keeping one eye on the front door. He could hear Odalia’s voice loud and clear.
    “Put the gun down, Chuck. Please. Creature is hurt. We can talk about this.” She paused. “No, it’s just me. I—I went out by myself.”
    Hell, the little cop was feeding him information the best she could. He couldn’t help but respect her ability in the field that much more. Chuck had to know she wasn’t alone. They both might drive Jeeps, but they weren’t the same and they’d been in his Jeep, leaving hers here.
    Jacques retrieved his gun from the glove box and double-checked that there was a bullet in the chamber. He’d lived the bounty hunter life long enough that he never went a moment unprepared. Odalia’s phone was still in the cup holder. By some chance of fate, it was unlocked, and he brought up her contacts as he skirted the condo, keeping to the shadows. Mouton’s name was the most recent call. He jabbed the number as he let himself through the gate into the back yard and peered around to glimpse the back stairs. The same window he’d jimmied to get in stood open, and so did the back door.
    “Odalia, you’d better have a fucking good reason—”
    “Chuck has Odalia pinned in her house with a gun, and Creature’s hurt,” he said low. “Bring the cavalry. I’m going to give her cover.”
    Mouton rattled off a string of questions Jacques ignored and hung up. He’d done that much. There was no time for questions when his little cop was in danger.
     
    * *
     
    Odalia edged closer to the sofa. Adrenaline sharpened her senses, making her hyper aware of everything. The smell of gunpowder, urine and blood was enough to make her nauseous in this state. She shoved emotion and her physical response to the side. She had to think. Act.
    Creature continued to whine from where he’d collapsed on the floor in front of his crate, the place he retreated to whenever there was a storm because it was his safe place. Blood streaked the wood from where Chuck must have scuffled with the pit bull. Creature had never liked Chuck; ultimately it was why they’d broken up. If her dog didn’t like a man, he wasn’t worth her time.
    Where was Jacques?
    Creature beat the ground with his tail, grinning up at her as he panted for breath.
    “I know it hurts. You’re such a good boy.” She sniffled, hating to see her baby in pain.
    “Where’s your new man at?” Chuck demanded. He’d remained sitting at her kitchen table, one arm across his stomach. She didn’t know if Creature had injured him, if he were inebriated or what.
    “I don’t know,” she answered honestly.
    “I saw what he did to you.” Chuck’s face contorted into a mask of rage and hate.
    Odalia opened her mouth to refute his claims, but what would that do for her?
    “You’re right,”