Parker: A Reed Security Romance

to you. I need a medic….I don’t know. An hour. My truck’s here….Yeah.”
He hung up and I let my curiosity get the better of me. “Who was that?”
“You’re about to find out.”
I stopped, shaking my head. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you unless I know where.”
He gazed at me, pushing back to lean against the building. “Tell me what you were looking for in Cortez’s house.”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Then I can’t tell you where we’re going.”
“Look, I can leave you here to die. I’m sure it’ll be so easy for you to drive yourself wherever the hell we’re going. Or I’m sure you’d like to wait for whoever is supposed to come here and ‘clean up’. They can take care of the mess while you slowly bleed out.”
His jaw hardened and he glanced down at his shirt that was covered in blood. “Reed Security,” he bit out.
I pulled back in shock. I had heard of that company. They were in the news quite a bit a couple of years back for helping to take out a trafficking ring. “Reed Security?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, alright then.” I turned and started for my car when he called out to me.
“That’s it? You heard their name and you’re good to go?”
“Well, I know they’re not the type of people that cut people up into tiny pieces, so yeah, I’ll take you to them.”
He shook his head slightly and started limping toward me. I smirked at him, shoving my shoulder back under his arm and helped him to my car. This was going to be interesting.

Chapter Six


Parker
Holy shit. I just got my ass kicked by a woman. And not just any woman. This woman was hot as fuck. When I barged into her motel room and saw her standing there in her fucking lace bra and panties, I almost lost my shit. I was so shocked that it was her that had beaten me to Cortez’s house, that I charged at her, thinking I would just take her down and tie her to the bed. Maybe I would even seduce her and get off while I was at it. But then she fought back and knocked me on my ass. I was trying to be gentle with her, but damn, she wasn’t going easy on me. So, I fought harder, even threw her against the fucking wall, thinking that would knock her out, but she just came back even stronger. It pissed me off and turned me on all at the same time. But when she tossed me through that fucking window, I knew I had met my match.
Why did she have to be so fucking hot though? I rolled my head to the side to stare at her. It could have been the blood loss; I was pretty sure that I was going to pass out if we didn’t get to Reed Security soon. But I just couldn’t stop looking at the woman. She was so fucking beautiful. Dark, short hair that was pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck and bright blue eyes, this woman was a knockout. And if the ass-kicking she gave me didn’t clue me in, her muscular body definitely signaled that this was no ordinary woman. She was trained, though I wasn’t sure yet if she was military. I should ask her.
“Ask me what?” she asked, turning to look at me for a moment.
“What?”
“You said that you should ask me.”
My brows crinkled in confusion. Did I really say that out loud?
“Yes.”
Huh. Must be the blood loss.
“Well, I’m sure that has something to do with it. So, what did you want to ask me?”
“Are you military?”
“No, but maybe that would have been the better way to go.”
I blinked slowly at her, trying to focus on what she was saying. “What way did you go?”
She grinned at me. “FBI.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. I was so going to jail. I should have listened to my gut instincts and stayed the fuck away from Knight. I knew he would only get me in trouble, but his offer was so fucking tempting. I could imagine myself carrying a gun again and not getting in trouble for it. I could see myself getting a job and not worrying that they were judging me based on my service record, even though they weren’t supposed to. It all sounded so fucking good, but I should have fucking known.
“I take it that means that you really can’t afford to be caught breaking and entering.”
“You broke and entered first,” I shot back.
She nodded. “Yeah, I did, but I’m not FBI anymore.”
“Why?” I asked, a little dumbfounded as to why someone would leave a job like that. It wasn’t like you could just walk off the street and become an FBI agent. In fact, none of those agencies were a cakewalk. You had to prove that you had something special to get in there.
“I was fired as of three days ago.”
“For what?”
“I dug into something I wasn’t supposed to. Well, at the time I hadn’t done much digging at all, but my boss was an ass and he knew I wouldn’t let it go. So, he told me to hand in my badge and gun.”
I grunted, huffing out a harsh breath that fucking hurt like hell. “Well, at least it makes sense now.”
“What does?”
“Why you were a good sparring partner,” I mumbled.
“Sparring partner? I kicked your ass.”
“That’s debatable.”
“Who is sitting in the passenger seat with a piece of glass sticking out of him?”
I rolled my eyes, pissed that she had me there. “Me.”
“That’s right. I kicked your ass.”
“You shoved me in a glass through a window,” I slurred. “If I did that glass to you, the window wouldn’t be looking too good now either.”
“That didn’t make any sense.”
I shrugged. “Whatever.”
My eyes slipped closed and I felt my head droop, and then a hard punch to the arm.
“Stop fucking hitting me. You won already.”
“Stay awake. We’re almost there, and you have to tell them