Claiming Her, Craving More, Needing Him, Only His (Nighthawk Security #1-4) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nighthawk Security Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
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“You going to be able to handle this?” Drake asks.

I’m standing outside of our vehicles, my feet spread apart, hands on my hips, guns in my shoulder holsters, and knowing I left the alarm unsecured and Kellie in there. It’s churning my gut raw. “Yeah, but if we could speed up this fucking process, that would be mighty nice.”

“Travis is going in first. We don’t have much wiggle room with that,” Slade states. He’s not wrong. That doesn’t mean I have to like it very much.

I nod my head in agreement. “Drake, your ass is in the Tahoe. If we need an ambulance, you’re there.”

“This is fucking bullshit. My shoulder will be fine,” he grumps.

“Says the man who is scheduled to have surgery in fourteen days. The answer is still no,” Slade stands his ground, and Drake backs down. Even though he swears his shoulder is fine, we all know he’s in pain. He wouldn’t be chewing Tylenol like there’s no tomorrow if he wasn’t.

“Fuck this shit. I’m scheduling my surgery for tomorrow. This is the second time this fucked-up body has messed with getting any action.” I try not to snort at that, but the fucker doesn’t ever get any action.

“Can’t say that I blame you,” Slade responds.

“I told you so. All that pumping of your forearm has fucked up your shoulder.” Travis snorts before clearing his throat. It breaks up the heaviness all around us, something I needed as much as my brothers did too.

“Bridger, you take the back side of the house. I’ll follow Travis’s lead.” We all agree, then we’re doing our own thing. My pace is quickened while I stay in the tree line and out of sight. Who knows if this dumb fuck is armed or not. I’ve seen the reports on what he did with his fists on Kellie, and I will not ever allow that to happen again. Shit, it eats me up inside he laid his hands on her the first time, even though we hadn’t even met. Kellie is my soul. If something were to happen to her, it would tear at me, piece by piece until there was nothing left.

“Bridger, you read?” Travis speaks into the communication devices we’re all wearing.

“Copy.” I’m to the left of the sliding glass door that’s standing open, not able to see a hell of beans, but able to hear the tremble in Kellie’s voice when she speaks.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice is quivering, and I know she’s scared. When a victim confronts their abuser, it’s not easy. Fuck, it’s not easy listening to the woman I love hurting and not being able to pull her into my arms.

“You sent me to jail, Kellie. Did you expect I wouldn’t want to come back and finish what I started? What I was after all along, or did you give that away to Jarhead.” I have to stifle my laugh. This dumb fuck doesn’t seem to get anything right. Including thinking Kellie is his.

“Did that motherfucker call you Jarhead?” Drake laughs into the mic. I wince because it’s a loud cackle in my ear. There’s nothing I can do. Not even respond. But something tells me if Drake were here, he’d have something to say to Liam with his own fists.

“Were you the one who kept calling the office?” God, this woman, she amazes me. Keeping him talking is the best thing she can do right now, until Travis is in position.

“Who the fuck would call when I could just come into this place, no one aware, and get what I want?” If I weren’t doing the right thing and going with Travis in this God damn protocol, I’d take him out without a care in the world.

“Travis is going through the side door. I’m behind him,” Slade whispers, letting me know shit is about to get real.

“Copy,” Drake responds. As soon as I get a visual of Travis coming in behind him, I use myself as a distraction. I don’t want Liam’s gun pointed at Kellie any longer than necessary.

“What the fuck!” he screams when he sees me. Kellie’s head turns. The look in her eyes devastates me to the core.

“Bridger,” her voice whimpers out.

“It’s going to be okay, Kel.” I know for a fact the guys I call my brothers will without a doubt make sure she’s taken care of and will do anything they can for not only me but for her too.

“If it’s not, I have to tell you something… I lo—” I don’t let her finish.

“Not yet, don’t you dare so those words. You can tell me everything later.” This causes me to be Liam’s target. Sure, I’m wearing a Kevlar vest, but that only helps if he fires at my chest. Kellie is the one I’m worried about most. If he goes for my head, I’m dead, and if she has to witness that, it’s something that will be permanently ingrained in her memory. That’s the last thing I want.


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