Hot Alphas by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

before quickly looking out.
    The sound of a motor gunning and racing away could be heard, followed by another. John D. or his partner, possibly both, would be following the bastard. If anyone could catch the assailants it would be them. Scrambling across the floor she jerked her cell phone from where it had fallen to the floor, flipped it open and hit her stepfather’s number.
    â€œGet out of there!” J.D. barked into the phone. “John D.’s trailing them with backup en route. Get to Turk’s place now, Erin. I’ll be there later.”
    The line disconnected.
    Collapsing against the wall behind her, she braced her arms on bent knees before looking up at Turk as he reentered the kitchen from the short hall that led to her bedroom.
    Moving to her he reached for her wrists, pulling her to her feet and quickly into his arms. He wrapped her in that sense of security she’d always sensed her mother felt with J.D.
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    God help him. Seconds before, he was shaking like a kid facing the bogeyman! Or a man facing the loss of a woman who meant far too much to him.
    That couldn’t be the case, Turk assured himself. It wasn’t terror.
    So, why was he holding her in his arms, tight to his chest, his head bent protectively over hers as he kept his own back to the door? Why was he protecting her before his own security?
    â€œI’m okay,” she whispered, her tone more hesitant than the delicate fingers gripping the sides of his back.
    Forcing himself to move back, Turk stared down at her pale face, the sea-green eyes darker now with distress.
    â€œLet’s get you the hell out of here before anyone realizes anything happened.” Gripping her wrist to keep her behind him Turk moved quickly for the door.
    Easing it open and checking the hall quickly, Turk tucked his weapon at the small of his back before motioning Erin to stay in place, just out of sight. Crossing the short distance to his own apartment and opening the door, he gave the kitchen and living room a thorough scan before returning to Erin.
    She’d managed to find her purse and the smaller-size baby Glock she now held firmly close to the side of her thigh.
    Keeping her covered with his own body Turk rushed her into his own place. Closing the door, still silent, he went quickly through the rooms just to be certain, before returning to the kitchen.
    â€œI’m going to lock your place up.…”
    â€œI did that while you were in the other rooms,” she cut him off mid-sentence as he strode to the door. “The security auto engages as soon as the door closes.” Laying her purse on the center bar and tucking her weapon inside of it, she faced him calmly.
    Calmly, as though she hadn’t just been attacked inside her own home.
    His jaw clenched, the terror that washed through him moments before morphing into anger.
    â€œJohn D.’s trailing my attacker until backup catches up with them. They’ll have him in custody soon, if he’s not already.”
    Moving to the sink as she spoke she tore several paper towels from a roll, wet them, then applied the cool compress to her lip before turning back to him.
    â€œI should fucking paddle your ass!” he snarled, his hands plowing through his hair as he stared back at her in bemused fury. “Do you think I dragged you over here first so you could just sash-the-fuck-shay across that damned hall without me?”
    â€œSash-the-fuck-shay?” A single fiery brow arched as she lifted the compress she fashioned to reveal a swelling lip and the bruising at the side of her face.
    A fist slammed into his gut, pure jagged rage at the sight of her perfect creamy flesh so abused.
    â€œGod, you’ll be the death of me!” Swinging away from her he stomped to the other side of the room before turning back with a glare.
    â€œWhat’s your problem anyway?” Frustration flashed across her face but beneath the