The Santas Who Stole Me (Stolen #1)

Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

CALUM

I move the gun into place and smear it with the fucker’s blood. Stage set, I look around at the work of art. I can’t wait for Lee to see it. I take out my phone and text Lee to get everything going. No word on Zee, but I know he’ll be fine. He has to be, we need him. Georgie needs all of us. It only works with us together. I see my ride, stroll to the car, and slide in the front as if I didn’t just kill a bunch of men and plant evidence.

“Fuck dude, you’re paying for this car to be cleaned.”

I nod. I’m not. “I didn’t have time to change.” The more DNA I left the better. I shrug looking at Lee’s partner. He couldn’t be more opposite of me. Clean cut, rule follower, FBI good boy. He doesn’t have a clue what goes on behind her computer or that we just framed a bunch of corrupt FBI players that will tear half of the bureau apart. He has no clue his partner is a traitor determined to get her revenge on the establishment that tore her life apart. Idiot.

“You gonna tell me what is going on and why you look like you just butchered a house of people?”

“Nope, you just need to follow Lee’s orders. Drive fast, pretty boy.” I lean over to turn on the radio, finding the Christmas station, and zone out to the thoughts of sugar plum fairies and my sweet girl baking on Christmas morning.

Lee’s partner drops me off with instructions to meet her later.

I slam the door shut, flip him off through the window, and make my way through the diner.

The kitchen is a bloody nightmare. B glances at me, unfazed with the mess of my clothes. I guess I should say Sebastian Lopez. Bodyguard for Christian Vega of the Vega Cartel. Christian’s father practically adopted him when the boys were little according to rumors. Most information on the cartel is according to rumors. Lee knows the most about them, but gossip for fun is not her thing. Now gossip that can cause death or make money? She’s into that.

Zee is passed out on the table, his pants cut to bloody shreds. Sebastian moves the pole holding the IV bags before giving me a head nod.

“Doc, what’s the word?”

“You all need to be more careful, like I told you boys when I cut the last bullet out of you, Calum. But true to form, Ezekiel will recover. He is very healthy, and I got the transfusion going in time.”

“What about his leg?” I say, noticing the bandage is already showing a small bit of pink at the top.

“He will have to do quite a bit of work to get back to whatever trouble you always find yourselves in, but he will be able to walk.”

We won’t be getting up to much, since I officially retired all of us just now.

“And Georgie, have you had a chance to examine her?” Nerves make my breaths unsteady and I stare at my brother lying on the table. I can’t believe we almost lost them.

“My colleague is looking after her now in the break room.” He checks his chart and I head to find her.

Keep’s tall frame is leaning against the hallway, the door to the break room closed.

“How is she?” I can’t imagine what that fucker did to her, and I’m pissed I didn’t get to make him suffer more before his death.

“She will be alright. We will see to it.”

I agree with Keeper. Yes we will. I will make sure of it.

“Zee is stable. Is it done?” he asks.

“Done. You alright with it? We didn’t have time to talk about this as a team, and I bet that is really gonna piss Zee off.”

He shrugs and stares at the closed door. I can feel it, his fear and anxiety at what could have happened. How everything changed the second Georgia Davis walked into our lives, and it was exactly what we all needed.

“It’s what had to be done; we are not going to undo it now.” I hear feet shuffle and see my girl walking out of the room like a vision from above.

“What do you want to undo?”

“Remember when I told you we are really good at this job? I fixed everything.”

Her messy hair hangs around her face and her eyes look so blue next to her pale skin. When she gives me a shy smile, I scoop her up. She lets out a shriek, and I spin her around. Keeper’s growl from behind me registers somewhere in my brain, but I am so happy she is here with me.

“Calum, don’t. We don’t know where she is hurt.”

Oh shit. I set her down and run my hands over her baggy shirt and sweatpants, taking note where she winces or gasps. “I will kiss every bruise later and erase every terrible thing that happened until you’re better. Then I will drag you across my knee until you learn your lesson. Never scare me like that again. Swear it.”

“I love you, Calum,” she whispers in my ear as I grip the back of her head and squeeze her close to my body. She smells like sugar, and I repeat her words in my head and set her down. She glances at her clothes again and wrinkles her nose. We’re both a mess. A woman walks in from the breakroom in scrubs and is no doubt wondering why I’m covered in red.

“How is she, doctor? Anything we need to do when we get home? Broken bones?”

Shit, my eyes scan her small frame again.

The doctor turns to Georgie for the response.

I like that she doesn’t immediately answer. Keeper is a scary asshole and most people jump at his gruff commands, yet she pauses, waiting on Georgie’s direction.

“My face looks worse than it is. I have a broken rib, but everything else is superficial.”

The doctor starts rattling off after-care directions, and I wrap around her, my lungs filling with relief.

“Sorry about the mess; we can take a quick shower as soon as we take Zee home, and I can get to work on those kisses.”

Her lips meet mine, and she gives me the sweetest kiss. Undeterred that I am covered in blood and getting her dirty.

My phone pings with a text alert.

“Lee works quickly,” Keep says, looking at his own screen in his hand.

“What was she working on now? She said everything was covered.” Georgie tilts her head to Keeper in question, but I answer her before he can. My nerves wind up again, and Keep nods, giving me silent approval.

“I did what I told you I was best at. I killed us all.”