Young Love Murder Part 34

He takes the book out of my hand. "There's nothing wrong with these. They have good plots."

"Uh-huh. Yeah, and Playboy magazine has good articles." Stepping around him, I march towards the door. "I'm outta here. You've put me in the mood to walk through a bad neighborhood."

He beats me to the door and skids to a stop in front of me, leaning his back against my only escape. Unless there's a fire escape out the window. "Are you mad at me because I didn't come running to your apartment as soon as you gave me the address? Because you had to come to me? Because you cared enough to come to me?"

"To be mad, Gabriel, I'd have to care. What I feel at this moment is absolute indifference."

"Indifference, my a.s.s. You love me, Annabelle. You want me to slip off these pants and push you back onto the bed to ravish you." He didn't mention underwear, does that mean he's going commando? You don't care if he's wearing a freaking thong, Annabelle!

As he invades my s.p.a.ce, I laugh in his face. "You really need to stop reading those books."

"You really need to start reading them," he counters in an authoritative tone. Invading my s.p.a.ce even more and causing me to take a step back, he says, "How about it, baby? Want me to read you a bedtime story?" Ducking his head down and to the side, bringing his gorgeous eyes level with mine, he gives me an innocently questioning look that somehow manages to be s.e.xy.

"That has to be the lamest line I've ever heard," I tell him in a disappointed tone. "And believe me, I've heard it all, in multiple languages."

Straightening up, he makes a scoffing sound. "That was awesome and you know it." He steps around me and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh, like he wants me to sit on it. "But, your plans for seducing me are going to have to wait, Annabelle. We need to have a talk first. Come take a seat."

On his lap? No thanks, that's a slippery slope. I walk over to the settee positioned before the extravagantly curtained window and sit down. "So, talk."

With an indulgent look, he gets straight to the point, "You shot me."

Giving him a smart-alecky smirk in return, I glance at the small white bandage he still has over the wound. "So I did."

"I'm pretty sure I know the answer, but have to ask, what made you change your mind about shooting me from that night to the next morning?"

Still grinning, I tell Gabriel, "Well, I wasn't going to shoot you that night while you were acting like a freaking martyr. There was no element of surprise." Thinking back to when he shot me, I still feel a spark of hurt and anger, but it's not as bad as before. "It wasn't like when you shot me unawares. I had to wait until you weren't expecting it for us to be even."

Instead of getting upset, he looks approving. "That's what I thought. Now, you may proceed with the seducing." He lies down on his back with a dramatic sigh. "I'm all yours."

Before I can get out the sarcastic comment in my head, I hear a cras.h.i.+ng noise from out in the sitting room of the suite. It's the distinct sound of splintering wood and thudding when a door is being kicked in. Jumping out of my seat, I pull the gun out from the holster underneath my black leather jacket. I'm staring at the door of Gabriel's room, pointing my gun at it, and see him pull on a s.h.i.+rt and shoes out of the corner of my eye. With my left hand, I pull a knife out of my jacket pocket.

When the first man holding a gun comes barreling through the door that I didn't think to lock earlier, I throw the blade I'm palming at his throat. He stumbles back and out of sight. The second guy gets a bullet between his eyes. I hear both Max's shout from the other room and the familiar popping sound of a silenced 9mm.

Chapter 42.

Gabriel Watching my girl take out two guys in less than two minutes, I realize that my old sense of repulsion is gone. Anna's just doing what needs to be done and saving my own a.s.s in the process. And, surprisingly, I'm proud of her. But, I'm not about to have her protect me while I cower in a corner like a dude in distress. Nuh-uh.

I scan the room looking for a weapon. Nada. Unless I start swinging around the hotel ironing board that's hanging in the closet. With her eyes still on the doorway, Anna grabs me by the arm and pushes me up against the wall.

I take a sec to look down at the dead body lying in the doorway. Wow, the guy is huge. Weapons are definitely not optional when taking on a big motherf.u.c.ker like that. There's nothing but silence from the other room. Nudging her in the side, I whisper, "Give me a gun."

"I only have one gun," she whispers back. "And since I'm a better shot . . . ."

Dumb of me not to bring a gun with me to France, but hey, it's not like I was planning on shooting anyone this trip. Besides, my girl's a professional, kinda figured if I needed a gun, she'd have one to spare. Of course, the fact that she has a gun at all while coming to visit me makes me wonder if she planned on shooting me again.

The sound of a deep voice shouting, "We just want to talk!" has me refocusing on the situation.

I'm about to give some inane answer when Anna steps away from her spot against the wall and over to the window. Glancing out the window and down at the street below, she curses and resumes her position against the wall. When we hear Max cry out in pain, I finally shout, "What do you want?"

"Gabriel, they want us dead," Anna says through clenched teeth in a 'duh' tone.

"Maybe they really do just want to talk," I say hopefully, desperate to somehow help my cousin. Oh, and that woman he brought up here earlier tonight.

When an object whizzes past us in the air, Anna grabs me again and pushes me into the bathroom. Just as we're falling into the hard tub, there's a loud explosion followed by a blast of heat whoos.h.i.+ng through the open bathroom door. Annabelle falls on top of me as we land so I cus.h.i.+on her fall. Shards of debris rain down on us, well mostly her.

Grunting, she pulls herself off me. "Told you so." I quickly help push her onto her feet and climb up and out of the tub. Anna's breathing hard, looking me in the eyes. "I'm going to have to shoot our way out of here." We crouch against the bathroom wall, listening to the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer when Anna unexpectedly elbows me in the forehead, hard. "Stay in here, Gabriel."

The force of her blow causes my head to whip back and hit the wall. Before I have the chance to recover, she's throwing herself out of the bathroom and against the floor in the bedroom. I gather my wits in time to peek around the wall and see her fire off two shots.

She disappears from my sight when she leaves the bedroom and I'm barely able to contain myself from rus.h.i.+ng out there after her. I should have taken the gun from her and insisted on being the one to save the day, no matter how better prepared Anna is to be the hero. It's not like I haven't studied several martial arts and practiced at a shooting range. The room is empty, except for the dead body that's fallen against the bed, half on the floor and half off.

Now, that electrical fire starting in the exposed wall, near where the grenade must have hit, doesn't look too good. I can't imagine what my hotel bill is going to look like. Oh wait, Max booked the room with his credit card. Guess the hotel bill isn't my problem then.

Not able to take it any longer, and ignoring Anna's command, I slowly creep out of the bathroom. Running into her at the bedroom door, we meet at the dead body lying there. She grins triumphantly. "That liar! He was the last one left." Pulling out her clip, she quickly looks at it then pops it back into her gun.

"Max?" I ask, almost afraid to know.

"Right here," he wearily replies, coming up behind her. Then his brown eyes go wide. "Whoa, fire."

Anna looks in the direction of the heat behind me, quirking her eyebrows at the sight. "Huh?" She smiles again. "Oh, well that's convenient. I didn't even have to start it myself."

I step back into the room, around the dead body, jumping over the still growing pool of blood, to grab my wallet, pa.s.sport, phone and the book I was reading earlier. Shoving them into my large pajama pant pockets, the fire is moving fast and as I'm leaving the room the bed goes up in flames. When I get back to the living room area, Anna looks down at the book sticking out of my pocket, grabs it and throws it back into the room to burn with the rest of my belongings.

She laughs and, ignoring my mock look of outrage, walks over to where Max is dragging the body of the woman out of his room. d.a.m.n, that sucks. Poor woman. He's now fully dressed with a grim expression on his face. She halts him with a hand on his back. "Don't, Max."

"She'll burn," he answers with a grunt while eyeing the guy who bled out from his throat wound.

"And that's a good thing," she says with a grimace. "I'm a.s.suming the room is in one of your names. The fire will take care of the bullet-ridden bodies and other evidence. Sorry about your date, Max."

He carefully places the woman's body on the floor, looking like he's about to cry. Max has always had a soft spot where females are concerned. He'll blame himself for this. But, knowing him, he'll turn to another girl for comfort. Like an addict.

"I think we should leave before more of them show up," I say to grab their attention and distract Max from his guilt.

Anna's already walking to the door and without turning around, she says, "You know, you two may not be able to return to France after this." As she opens the door, she spins around, tucking her gun into her jacket pocket, but keeping her hand in there with it. "Unless you use an alias, of course."

Max and I follow her out the suite door, shutting it behind us. At the end of the hallway, Anna flips a fire alarm with her knuckles, then heads straight to the door that says, 'Escaliers'.

People from floors above us start showing up in the stairway, taking the same route out of the building. Without deliberating, as soon as we get out on the street, I grab a taxi and open up the back door, ushering Max and Anna inside. "Tell him your address, Anna."

She speaks a few words in French and, at the end there, I recognize the address she emailed me. Sitting on the other side of Anna, Max takes in a deep breath, letting it out on a shocked, "Holy s.h.i.+t."

"Yep," Anna agrees while fis.h.i.+ng her phone out of her pocket. Pus.h.i.+ng a b.u.t.ton or two, she then brings it up to her ear. She brings it back down seconds later, mumbling the word, "c.r.a.p." Then she hits a couple more b.u.t.tons and puts it back to her ear. Pulling it away once again, she mutters, "Typical." Finally, she tries the same routine again, this time with success. "Brent. Where are you?"

A short silence is followed by, "I've met with a problem. Simon and Jackson aren't answering their phones." From there she switches to what I believe may be Chinese. Max meets my eyes over her head, and I give him an 'I dunno' look.

Isn't it always annoying when big dudes with guns and grenades try to kill you and then your girlfriend keeps you in the dark by speaking Chinese? I take the time to finally bend down and tie my still-unlaced boots.

Anna gets off the phone looking agitated.

"So?" I prompt her, picking a wood shard out of her hair.

"Wait till we get to my place," she distractedly answers.

"We can speak Spanish if you're worried about the driver understanding English," I suggest, wanting to know what the h.e.l.l is going on.

She just ignores me and starts texting like crazy on her phone. Irritated by her silence, I turn my head to stare out the window and watch the pa.s.sing buildings. It takes what seems like for-freaking-ever to get there. I'm surprised that Anna and Jackson's apartment here is so far from the tourist area of Paris. I had imagined her having a view of the Arc de Triomphe. Instead, the area seems to be more residential, like for middle-cla.s.s families.

I slip the driver a bunch of euros, not bothering to count them, and step out my side of the cab feeling grungy and r.e.t.a.r.ded in my pajama bottoms, white tank top and boots. Anna gets out behind me and Max steps around the car to join us. Being a huge city, the night is lit up with streetlamps. He looks worse than me, wearing basketball shorts, a 'Paris' souvenir s.h.i.+rt that was meant for his mom and loafer-style dress shoes. He notices my perusal, looking disgruntled, so I let out a long, "Nice." My smart-aleck comment just riles him up more, as evidenced by the dark look he shoots me.

Anna's already opening the heavy front door to a three-story gray brick building. I catch up to her and hear the rap of Max's dress shoes on the sidewalk behind me. She holds the door open just long enough for me to grab it and starts climbing up a narrow stairway.

Once on the third floor, there are two doors, one to the left and one to the right. Pulling a key out of her pocket, she unlocks the deadbolt at the door on the left. Her place must take up half of the top floor. Still seeming preoccupied, she leaves the door wide open for us and I turn around to tell Max, "Lock the deadbolt."

When I whirl back to get answers from Anna she's gone. Barely registering the homey decorating as I walk through a s.p.a.cious living room, I go down a hallway, following the sound of Annabelle banging around. When I reach her she's moving a distressed white wooden bed, pus.h.i.+ng it against the far wall of a bedroom.

After all the hotels, it's surreal to be with Anna in a place she actually calls home. This is her real bedroom. It makes me want to make love to her on that bed. Instead, I watch as she starts pulling up the loose cherry wood floorboards that the bed had sat on top of. Since they weren't nailed down, their removal is effortless. Moving closer, I peer down in the hole she's creating. Before she has the chance, I grab the large black duffel bag that seems to be half-filled with something heavy. Probably weapons.

Stepping around the hole in the floor, where she's replacing the floorboards, I place the dusty bag on a dresser. Then, without being asked to, I start moving the bed back into place for her. When I go over to where she's standing, Anna already has the bag unzipped and is pulling out guns and knives.

I take a couple for myself, not knowing where to put them, and ask Anna, "Does your brother have clothes here?"

She was thinking so hard that I startled her. "What? Oh yeah, the bedroom at the end of the hall. Take Max with you, he looks horrible."

Figuring I'll get answers from her when she's ready to give them, I find a dazed-looking Max on a large couch and motion for him to follow me. Jackson's room is bare of anything but a small dresser and bed. Seems like maybe Anna spends more time here than him. Going through his clothes, I make sure to throw lots of them on the floor in my search. Finally settling on jeans, a t-s.h.i.+rt and a hoodie for me and handing Max jeans and a sweater, we get dressed. I quickly shut the top drawer of his dresser when I find underwear in there, then pull out socks for both myself and Max from the second drawer down.

Anna's waiting for us in the kitchen, drinking a gla.s.s of water. Glancing up at me, she looks upset. I know we might be in danger, but I take a moment to just stare at her, still amazed that she's back in my life. "You and Max need to get out of France, like now." Her guilty grimace makes me want to a.s.sure her that everything's going to be alright, but I'm not sure it will be.

Leaning my back against the fridge, I slip my hands in the hoodie pocket, feeling for the gun and sheathed knife I stuck in there. "What about you?"

She's quiet for a moment, just looking at me before breathing in and out deeply. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Obviously, the men were waiting for me to show up at your hotel." Looking away from me and out the small kitchen window, she has a thoughtful expression on her pretty face. "I have to a.s.sume that they don't know the location of this place, otherwise they would have come after me here." When she turns back to me, her eyebrows are drawn in concentration. "Somehow, they found out about you and used you as bait, just waiting for me to show up at the hotel so they could make their move."

"Who do you think is after you?" I ask, enraged at the thought of anyone trying to hurt her.

She laughs humorlessly. "It could be anyone. From anywhere, really."

"Um," Max cuts in warily, "What if we go back to the U.S. and they come after us?"

Placing the now empty gla.s.s in the sink, Annabelle answers him, "Because they want me. I have no plans to return to The States anytime soon, so you guys should be safe if you're far away from me."

"Wrong," a new voice enters the conversation.

Pulling the gun out of my hoodie pocket, I automatically point it at the intruder. When I see that it's Jackson, I keep it pointed at him, grinning. Anna walks over and gently pushes my hand down, lowering the gun. "What are you talking about, Jackson? And what the h.e.l.l is going on?"

Ignoring her, Jackson gets in my face. "What are you doing in my house?"

"I invited him." Anna leans one hip against the counter, crossing her arms, obviously bracing herself to have it out with her brother.

"I thought you were done with him." Jackson backs off but is still looking at me like he wants to start something.

"Marie gave him my email address."

Finally turning to Anna, Jackson has an expression of mock astonishment. "And he was able to learn our home address from an email address?"

Ignoring his sarcasm, Anna casually says, "We were attacked at his hotel. This was the safest place to come. Plus, I needed to load up on weapons and ammo."

Pointing at me, Jackson says, "All you need to do is ditch him."

"What are you talking about?" Anna's casual demeanor changes to perplexed.

Jackson looks very satisfied with what he's about to say next, "Well, little sister, it's not you they're after. Someone has put a hit out on Gabriel."

Max, who has been quiet in the corner, makes a choking sound from behind me.

"Well . . . ," I begin, at a loss for words, "doesn't that suck for me?"

Chapter 43.

Annabelle G.o.d, I so feel like blowing someone's brains out right now.

Preferably, whoever took the hit out on Gabriel. But really, at this moment, any average piece of s.h.i.+t criminal would do. The messenger is so lucky that he's my brother. Otherwise I'd shoot his a.s.s. I may not be able to shoot the messenger, but I sure as h.e.l.l can beat the c.r.a.p out of him.

Taking Jackson off guard, I propel my body into his and we go tumbling into the living room. He lands on his back with a loud thud, a pained groan and me on top of him. I get one good punch in before he's flipping me over onto my back. Grabbing both my wrists in one hand and pinning them over my head, he uses his free hand to give me little slaps on both cheeks. He knows it p.i.s.ses me off when he does this.

From nearby, I hear Max ask Gabriel, "Shouldn't we help her?"

Without glancing their way, Jackson says, "Don't even try it loverboy and sidekick. This is between me and my sister. If she's gonna throw a tantrum, I'm gonna to treat her like a child." He doesn't seem all that reluctant to pick on me.

Twisting my body under his, I know the situation is useless with my hips pinned. "Get your fat a.s.s off me, Jackson!" Out of the corner of my eye, I see a big black boot coming at Jackson. Kicking my brother in the chest, Gabriel quickly backs up, taking up a defensive position common to most martial arts.

Jackson, who was thrown off of me from the kick, is now glowering at Gabriel, looking ready to kill or kick some major a.s.s. "Okay, boy toy, I've been waiting a long time for this moment."

Gabriel gives Jackson a 'come hither' gesture with one hand, which is totally cheesy and cliche. "Bring it on, Jackie. I'm a brown belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and a black belt in Taekwondo."

Taking off his jacket, Jackson gives him an evil grin. "Oh yeah, well I'm a black belt in everything. Black and red belt in Jiu-Jitsu, if you wanna get specific." Gabriel's eyes go wide for a split second, but I gotta give him props, he doesn't take off out the door. The eager glint in Jackson's eyes gives prelude to the beat down to come.

I'm contemplating tackling Jackson again, before he goes all Bruce Lee on my ex-boyfriend, leaving me to clean up the blood, when Max surprises me and beats me to the punch. Literally. Very brave of him, but stupid. Luckily for him, Gabriel decides to join in and tag team my brother.