Parker: A Reed Security Romance

bed as leverage, pushing off it as I kicked him in the face, sending him back into the nightstand and sending the lamp crashing to the floor. I ran for my bag to grab my gun, but he was on me again, taking me down just before I reached it. I slammed my elbow back into his gut and rolled, using my momentum to bounce to my feet and fling myself forward. A boot to the back sent me sprawling into the TV, sending it crashing to the floor. I picked it up and threw it at him, catching him in the shoulder.
I snatched the mirror that was on the wall behind the TV and slammed it down on his head as he ran at me again. But he didn’t stop, and crashed into me, slamming me into the wall. The air was knocked from my lungs and someone pounded on the other side of the wall, yelling at me to be quiet.
I saw the moment his eyes flicked down to the key. His eyes came back to mine just as he turned and dove for it. I slammed into him from behind, digging my fingers into his eyes as I let out a yell. He slammed his elbow back into my ribs, but I didn’t let go. He spun around, trying to fling me off his back, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for dear life. I saw him reaching for the key, so I jerked his head back, gritting my teeth when I heard his cry of pain. I wasn’t letting go, no matter how much I hated to hurt the sexy man.
He was finally able to break my hold on him and flung me across the room again. I cried out in pain when my back slammed into the nightstand. I moved agonizingly slow when I saw him snatch the key and head toward the door. Pulling from deep down within, I shoved myself up and ran full force at him, not even stopping when I saw the large window right in front of us. We crashed through it, him flopping through the window and me flipping over the top of him and landing on my back outside.
I heaved in large gulps of air as I stared up at the night sky. I heard a groan and a muted fuck. I slowly rolled over, feeling the glass bite into my side, and gaped at the man still lying over the window sill. I saw the blood dripping down the wall and shot into action. I had never intended to kill the guy. As I tried to see where the blood was coming from, I noticed the key in his hand and grabbed it, shoving it into the cup of my bra. I vaguely heard the door next door open, but I didn’t have time to deal with neighbors right now.
“Where are you bleeding?” I asked urgently.
“Fuck off,” he groaned, pushing himself up from the windowsill. My eyes bugged out when I saw the large shard of glass sticking out of his side.
“Holy shit. Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“Parker,” he grumbled.
“What?”
“Parker, not God,” he mumbled before his legs slid out from under him and he slumped against the wall inside the room. I rushed through the door and ran over to him, trying to figure out what the hell to do.
“Okay, okay. Uh…Pull out the glass or don’t pull out the glass?”
“Car,” he grumbled, reaching out for my hand.
“Uh… hospital, right.”
“No hospital. Car.”
I glanced out at my car and debated whether or not to listen to him. I didn’t really want him dying in my car, but if he said no hospital, it was because he didn’t want to be found by the police. And even though I was FBI, well, I was FBI, the other part of me wanted to help this man.
“Fine.” I ran over to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels off the bar, then rushed back over to the man. “Okay, I’m going to pull out the glass-”
“No, leave it.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded in a roundabout way and held out his hand again. I pulled him to his feet, wincing when he gritted his teeth and made some animalistic noise under his breath. I walked slowly with him to the door, only then realizing that I didn’t have my keys on me.
“I have to grab my stuff.”
“Put on some fucking clothes,” he grumbled, leaning heavily on the doorframe. I glanced down at myself and took in the small cuts all over my body from the glass and winced. This was going to hurt. I quickly pulled on my clothes and ignored the small shards that dug into my skin. It would have to wait. If I didn’t get Parker to help, he was going to die. Although, how I went from fighting for my life to helping the man that was trying to kill me, I really had no idea. I grabbed my duffle and headed back to Parker, glancing one last time at the destruction. The good news was, the motel didn’t have anything more from me than a fake number, so they wouldn’t be coming after me for damages. The bad news was that my blood, along with Parker’s was in the room.
“Uh…not to be the bearer of bad news, but the blood all over the room is going to be a problem.”
He nodded, jerking his phone out of his pocket. “Let’s go,” he grumbled, pulling up a number on his phone and raising it to his ear. I listened intently as I walked to the back of the lot, my shoulder propping Parker up as best I could. The man was built like a brick house. I wasn’t sure that I was even helping to hold him up all that much at this point.
“I need you to clean up,” he panted. “I got into a little bit of a fight…No dead bodies…No, I’m heading