A Siren for the Bear (Sarkozy Brothers Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

the hood at the building across the street. His deep brown complexion didn't reveal a hint of stress, unlike the doorman who was crouched beside Marek and Carson, his pale skin even paler than the Siren's.
    Greg gave Marek a nod. "Get in, I'll cover you."
    Marek lowered his lips to Carson's ear and said, "When I get up, move with me. We need to get back inside the car, so stay behind me." As he lifted his body off hers, he reached for the remnants of glass and metal that lay a foot from him, slipping them into his pocket before Carson's head rose.
    They duck walked to the car, and something in his consciousness registered the satisfying rip of that damned slit in her skirt.
    He had to force the smile from his lips as Greg opened the back door. Once they were covered by the car, Marek moved aside for Carson to climb in. Her face was flushed, and she was glaring at the torn fabric as she scurried inside the limo and slid onto the seat.
    "Stay low. The car's bulletproof, but stay down just in case."
    "The car is bulletproof?" she asked, although from her expression he could tell that she cared little for a confirmation.
    Marek held out his hand to Greg, who frowned as he took the remnants of the dart from his palm. Greg nodded and scurried around the car while Marek got in behind Carson and sat across from her, closing the door. The doorman had long since disappeared inside the hotel, and the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance; as usual, the city's finest would be late to the party.
    With the cops on the way, it was unlikely that the shooter, or shooters, had hung around, but it wouldn't hurt to be careful. Especially since he'd seen more of them at the corner of the street. Likely many more in the area. They seemed to travel in packs.
    "Greg, get us back to the hotel and go straight into the parking garage."
    Greg gunned the engine and slid into the traffic, and Marek let out a small breath of relief.
    She was safe.
    But when he looked at her, the expression in her eyes was one of fury. "Who the hell was shooting at us?"
    Marek forced his features to remain calm and shrugged. "They could have been shooting at anyone. And even if they were aiming in our direction, I'd hazard a guess it would be me they want dead."
    She shuddered. "How can you be so blasé about someone taking potshots at your head?"
    "Not blasé. Just realistic." Marek found he was unable to concentrate. His eyes had traveled up her now very much exposed thigh, the rip in the fabric having made its way so high up her leg that it revealed a tantalizing glimpse of hot pink lace panties.
    Marek was enjoying the view when she shifted her legs, angling them toward the door before giving him a disgusted glare. But nothing she was able to do covered her thighs. Suddenly she was twisting in her seat, not caring that her actions gave him an even better view, as she searched around for something.
    "You dropped it outside the restaurant."
    "What?" she snapped, pushing her hair away from her face, her eyes flashing.
    "The shawl. You dropped it when you fell."
    "You mean when you dropped your body on top on me?" Her eyes sparkled, an angry blue. And Marek discovered that he'd never found her so alluring as in that moment.
    "Excuse me if I was trying to protect you." He managed to keep his mouth from turning up in a grin. Instead he ended up performing somewhat of a smirk.
    Which irked the furious Siren. She raised an eyebrow. "I thought you just said it wouldn't likely be me in danger?"
    Marek lifted a shoulder, nonchalant now that he was enjoying both her fury and the view. "Instinct. Can't blame me for wanting to protect you."
    To his complete disappointment, she placed her hands in her lap, obliterating his view. His dismay was so intense that he had to stop himself from joining her on the other seat and pulling her hand away so he could get a closer look.
    He shook his head. Not the time or the place.
    "We're heading to my hotel. We'll get the concierge to