Fuck they found him and it was all Christian’s fault. If he hadn’t come, Elliot would have been long gone.
“Go to your room,” Christian ordered.
“What the hell? I know how to take care of myself.” Maybe not against trained killers, but it was the principle of everything.
As he glared at Christian, something hit the wall behind his head. There was a slight sting making Elliot touch his ear, only to have the tips of his fingers come back bloody. One second he was staring at the blood on his fingers, the next his body was being pulled to the floor. The weight of Christian’s much heavier frame covering his as their assailant shot off a few more rounds.
“I’m going to distract him. I want you to crawl to the other side of the room, closer to the kitchen.” Christian whispered into his ear, and if his treacherous body didn’t pick that moment to go all soft and buttery, as if Christian were whispering sweet nothings into his ear and not trying to save his life. What the hell is wrong with me?
Putting that question to the back of his mind, Elliot started to low crawl to the other side of the room as Christian lifted up to return fire. As he settled behind the loveseat, he realized he was trapped because someone had just broken in through the kitchen door.
Not giving himself time to think, Elliot stood up and charged the man that came through the door, tackling him to the floor. Sitting on the man’s chest, he delivered a right hook to the man’s jaw, knocking him unconscious. Scrambling off the man, Elliot quickly grabbed the discarded gun. Elliot wanted to take a break to give his heart time to slow down before it beat out of his chest. Before he could put that plan to action, he swung around with the gun pointed at the man that just entered the kitchen.
“Stop right fucking there!”
“Whoa. There’s no need to be hostile.”
“What the fuck? You came here to kill me and I’m the one that’s hostile?”
“Hardly. Christian come get your guard dog.”
At Christian’s name, Elliot realized that it had gone quiet in the living room. What the hell is going on? Was Christian okay? Why the hell did that matter?
“Killian when did you get here?” Elliot nearly jumped out of his skin at Christian’s words directly behind him.
“Not too long ago. There were two others out there waiting to get in. I took care of them.” Killian stated before looking pointedly at Elliot. “Are you going to tell him to put the gun down or am I going to have to take it from him?”
“Elliot, he’s good.” Christian stated calmly.
He wasn’t so sure about that, no matter how velvety soft Christian’s voice sounded in his ear. They could be waiting for him to let his guard down so they could kidnap him to get the information on Logan they needed. He could probably take one of them, but not both. Before he could tell Christian how not good he was, the gun was taken from him. He looked at Killian with shock and awe.
“I really don’ like guns pointed at me.” He said to Elliot, then looked over his shoulder. “I take it he had nothing to do with Rick’s condition?”
Christian raised an eyebrow at Killian. “No. Logan has his daughter and from the very colorful messages I read on Elliot’s phone, he wants to see him. We were having a discussion on how to find Logan when we were attacked.”
“I already told you what I wanted and don’t talk about me as if I’m not standing right here.” Elliot huffed beside him.
Killian replied to Christian as if Elliot hadn’t just spoken. “So what are we going to do about him?” Killian paused for a moment gaging Christian for a moment before continuing. “The reason I came was because Chase has been trying to call you, but he keeps getting your voicemail. They’re going to be releasing Rick in a day or two.”
Trying not to show any emotion, Christian took his phone out of his pocket, he realized it was off, probably dead. “Fuck, okay.” Taking a deep breath, he got his thoughts in order. “Elliot is coming to the house with us. Logan wants him dead and he’s no good to us with a bullet in his head.”
“What the hell did I just say and I’m not going anywhere with you.” Elliot said in a huff.
Elliot stood there with a hand on his hip glaring at Christian. He tried to contain his laughter at the picture he made. “You said, ‘I already told you what I wanted and don’t talk about me as if I’m not standing right here.’ You’re going to come with us if you want to live long enough to get your daughter back.” Turning to Killian he said, “I’ll take him to the house, then go to the hospital.”
“All right. I’ll meet you there and stay with him until Chase and Cameron get home.”
“Oh my fucking God.” Elliot yelled before storming out of the kitchen.
“I wondered how long it would take for him to leave,” Killian said with a chuckle. “So, he’s legit?”
“Yeah, he was supposed to tell Logan where Rick was the night he was taken and didn’t. So I figure we help him, he helps us.”
“Yeah, I can see that. I’ll see you at the house.”
Christian nodded his head, then followed the sound of Elliot’s voice as he cursed him to hell. Finding him in his bedroom, zipping up a suitcase, Christian leaned against the door frame.
“If you wanted me to leave the fucking room you could have just asked. Then I would have kindly told you to go to your own fucking house so that you could talk to your friend.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He didn’t know why he was trying to get under Elliot’s skin. Maybe it gave him something to do besides obsessing about Rick, but he knew his mind wouldn’t stay away for long.
Elliot wanted to throw something at Christian’s head. Damn he didn’t know how Rick could put up with him. He slammed the door on those thoughts because all it would do was remind him that Rick didn’t like him like that.
“How long do I need to stay at your place?” He asked instead of acting out his thoughts.
“Until we find Logan and your daughter. I thought you were gay.”
He wondered how long it would take for Christian to get around to that question. “I’m bi actually, but I prefer to be with men. Much to Laci’s mother’s dismay.” Grabbing the suitcase off the bed, he moved to stand in front of Christian. “I’m ready to go.”
He followed behind Christian and no matter how hard he tried not to, his eyes wandered down to look at the man’s ass. He liked men after all and he had to not have a pulse for him not to find Christian attractive.
“I’ll follow you there.” He said when they moved towards Christian’s truck.
“We’re taking my truck.” Christian stated as he opened the passenger side door.
“Why? Will I be a prisoner there?”
“No nothing like that, but Logan knows your car and he can trace it.”
“I’m sure he knows your truck as well.” He stated not wanting to be confined to close quarters with him.
“But I have ways around that. Now get in.”
Yes, strangling him sounded good right about now. Putting his stuff in the truck, he got in with a huff. He didn’t care if he was acting like a child. Christian closed the door behind him and went to the driver side.
“Have you told Rick that you two were in a relationship?” He didn’t know why he asked that question, but for some odd reason he wanted to know the answer.
Christian threw him a side long glance then put the truck in drive. He thought he wouldn’t answer, but when they pulled out of his driveway Christian took a deep breath.
“No he doesn’t know. The doctor told me it’s a high chance he won’t get his memory back.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I thought you would be happy about that.”
“Why the hell would I be happy about that? Before we even hooked up, Rick told me he was in love with his best friend. I see that you finally got your head out of your ass and told him you felt the same way about him.”
Yes, he was upset that he’d been played, but he saw the way Rick looked when he talked about Christian. He wanted someone to look at him that way and would never intentionally get in the way of that.
“I didn’t tell him.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because he was fucking kidnapped, then put in the hospital and when he woke up he didn’t fucking remember me.” Christian gritted out.
Well damn. What did he say to that? He didn’t know.
“Don’t.” Christian said cutting off his apology.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. When Christian put his truck in park Elliot grabbed his bag from the back seat and went to stand in front of the truck to wait for Christian. He figured he needed a moment to himself. It had to hurt like a bitch for the man you love to wake up and not remember you. When Christian got out of the truck, they walked to house and entered.
“Good you’re here. Rick has been asking about you.” Killian said to Christian as they walked towards the kitchen.
“I’m leaving now. Elliot tell Killian what you know about your daughter and we will go from there.”
Elliot watched as Christian left the kitchen to leave.
“I don’t know what you have to do with all of this, but if you hurt him or Rick again, I will personally kill you myself.”
Elliot turned at Killian’s threatening words. He had no doubt the big bad mercenary would keep his promise. “Like I told Christian earlier, I had nothing to do with this and Rick knew that before he was taken.”
Killian glared at him for a moment more then took a seat at the table. “Okay, let’s get started.”