Anything He Wants: Castaway #2 (Anything He Wants 7) by Sara Fawkes Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “Yes, this way.”
    We walked quickly, trying not to appear like we were running from something or someone. I looked around, trying to spot anyone else out of the ordinary. For the most part we were ignored; the mall was filled with a myriad of different cultures and nationalities, none of whom seemed interested in us. We were almost to the lobby and, I hoped, safe when I saw a man on the far wall zero in on our location. Uh oh. “Amyrah,” I murmured as the dark figure started toward us, “we may need to run.”
    The shorter girl needed no encouragement; she took off immediately, and I followed right behind her. Sure enough, the man I’d been watching started after us, bringing his hand to his mouth. Oh God, I thought, there’s more of them?
    Ahead of us, at the mouth of the lobby, two more dark figures appeared. We skidded to a halt, looking for somewhere else to duck and hide. The ramp however was only wood paneled walls and mosaic tile floors; no doors or exits of any kind marred its surface. Amyrah huddled close to me as the three men rapidly advanced on us.
    Up toward the lobby, a familiar silhouette stood outlined by the glass entrance. “Help,” I all but screamed, and nearly collapsed in relief when the figure turned toward me. My cry made the three men pause and look toward where I’d called.
    That was all the time it took for Jeremiah to reach our position.
    The single man who had followed us up the ramp took off back toward the mall, but the other two waiting in the lobby weren’t as lucky. Jeremiah grabbed both, throwing one to the wall while he dealt with the other. I covered my mouth when I saw a knife appear in the other man’s hand, but the commando quickly disarmed him, then lashed out at our assailant’s knee. The man went down with a howl, and Jeremiah turned to face the other man who seemed intent on following the third man back into the crowded mall. Jeremiah swung the man around into one of the tables as I realized a crowd was forming around us.
    From the lobby, large men in suits barreled toward our location. The man on the ground struggled to his feet and Jeremiah turned, swiping the man’s legs out from under him. The injured attacker went down but the distraction was all the second needed; he pushed away from the door, slipping past Jeremiah and taking off toward the mall. By then, security had arrived at our location, and Jeremiah raised his hands to show he wasn’t a threat. The man at our feet tried to crawl away and Jeremiah put a foot down heavily between the man’s shoulder blades, holding him on the floor.
    Rashid appeared through the crowd of people and shouted orders in Arabic to the men who had been about to grab Jeremiah. They subsided and instead hauled up the man on the floor; Jeremiah stepped back to allow them access. I breathed a sigh of relief when he was hauled away, but still cast a quick glance back toward the shopping area. Two more had gotten away, and I wasn’t happy about that.
    Amyrah launched herself at her brother, who enveloped her into his wide embrace. The girl sobbed against him, hiding her face in his shoulder, and Rashid himself struggled not to be overcome himself. He faced Jeremiah, who stared back stoically. “I thank you,” he murmured, laying a hand on his sister’s head.
    Jeremiah shook his head. “I wasn’t the one who saved her,” he murmured, moving in behind me.
    The Arab man finally looked at me, really saw me, and gave a jerky nod. “Anything,” he told me, then paused as Amyrah tightened her hold. The depth of his love for the sister in his arms shone through his eyes. “Anything you need that I may provide, it is yours.”
    I nodded back, unable to speak. Jeremiah’s hands crept to my shoulders and without thinking about the possible consequences I leaned back against him. The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, making my heart race. My heart sped up yet again however when the billionaire wrapped his