38 – Alex
Joey was snoring softly in my arms.
Again.
After I’d told Oliver only a few hours ago that she was just here for a holiday and there was nothing more than that.
Yeah. Bullshit.
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She had crept into my room, for god knows what, and had ended up underneath me, moaning as I took her over the edge. And fuck. I wanted to go again, and again and again, until neither of us could walk.
Jolene Brewster had gotten under my skin, and I didn’t know if I had the balls to let her go.
It was as if she was the missing piece to the puzzle which had become my life.
In the office, my phone rang, and I lifted my head a little and looked at the door.
When I was home, unless it was an absolute emergency, no one called
Sighing, I slipped my arm out from under Joey’s head and climbed out of bed, quickly dressing. My phone stopped ringing. and I almost turned and climbed back into bed, until it started again.
“Fuck.”
Crossing the room as quickly as I could, I went out into my office and to my desk, picking up my cell and held it to my ear. “Yeah?”
“Alexander–san, there’s someone at the office.”
“Keep an eye on them, I’ll be right there.” I hung up, quickly going back into the bedroom and grabbed my shirt and a jacket. I ran from the room, leaving Joey asleep in bed, as I raced down the stairs, dialing Sota.
“I’m already on my way to you.” Sota answered. “Meet you outside.”
Grabbing my house key, I pulled on a pair of loafers and ran to the door, and out into the night. Closing the door, I locked it and raced to the street, as Sota pulled up at the curb. I climbed into the car and instantly reached behind me, to the case I knew Sota would have chucked in the back of the vehicle.
Bringing it to my lap, I popped the locks and opened the case.
Sitting in its cushioned case, sat my SIG Sauer P226, with two magazines full of ammo,
I hadn’t picked up this gun in almost two years and I hesitated. The last time I had this weapon in my hand, someone had lost their life.
The car phone rang and Sota pressed the button on the steering wheel, answering iL
“Aoto, what’s going on?” I asked, picking up the gun and pushing home one of the magazines,
“Sir, the new, silent alarm we installed in your office was triggered. Which instantly activated the hidden camera. We’re watching them right now. They’re going through your things.”
“How many?”
“Two. I can send men to search around the grounds. But if they find someone, they might alert the ones in your office.” “Then have them hold back until we get there.” I said, closing the case and I shoved it back into the rear of the sedan. “We’re less than five minutes out.”
“Yes sir,”
The line clicked and I cocked the gun in my hand, before I flicked on the safety, and rested it on my thigh, my other hand gripping my other thigh in both anger and frustration.
Who the fuck were these bastards and what the hell did they want?
The car phone rang again and Sota answered it again.
“Aoto?”
“Sir, they know you’re coming. They’ve been spooked somehow and are on the way out.”
I leaned forward, looking out of the windshield. I could see the top of the building we worked from, we were almost there…
et them.
“Go in, A. Get
He didn’t turn his head to me but frowned. “If Aoto gets to them, they
The line clicked again, and I looked over at Sota, He might not be able to talk.”
“Good. Might teach them a fucking lesson.”
We turned down the street where our building was..
“There! Sotal”
Piss–bolting from the alley up the side of our building, was a figure, dressed all in black. They took off across the street, and down another alley and I turned to Sota. “Let me out! You go around!”
“Alex..”
“Stop the fucking car!”
Sota skidded to a halt, and I jumped out of the car, and gave chase. I heard my driver take off behind me, to try and head the figure off in the next street, as I ran toward, then down the alley. My feet pounded on the hard concrete of the alley. splashing in puddles of muck. I could see the figure not too far in front of me. They started to throw things back at me.
Old food, a broken bottle, a trash can.
I managed to duck out of the way of most of them, but the ruined burger splashed against my jacket, spraying up
toward my face and I had to stop myself from throwing up, as I kept running. Like fuck I was going to let this little bastard outrun
ΠΕ
I heard the screech of tires, as Sota came spinning around the corner, and nosed into the alley… effectively blocking the end
of it.
The figure skidded to a halt, and I slowed my pace, my hand still gripping the pistol in my hand. I lifted it, pointing it at the figure, safety still engaged. “You’ve got nowhere to go.”
They turned back toward me, then to Sota’s car, which was inching further down the alley, then back to me. They knew they were fucked….
The figure put their hands up, and turned their back to me, dropping to their knees.
Sota stopped the car, stepping out of the car, but keeping one foot inside, in case he had to climb back in in a hurry. I stepped closer, hearing my driver call out. “Be careful Alexander”
The figure turned their head slightly at the mention of my name, as if trying to look over their shoulder, as I stepped up them, the gun pointed at the back of their head. “What were you looking for?”
Not a word, and I was starting to get annoyed.
I was covered in spoiled food, it was almost three in the morning, and I had a beautiful woman in my bed at home.
I didn’t want to be here.
Pressing the gun to the back of the figure’s head, I asked again. “What are you look-
“Alex”
The cry from Sota came too late.
They always say not to corner a tiger and by fuck, this one moved quickly.
I didn’t see the knife until it was embedded in the back of my calf muscle. “Fuck!”
The pain that lanced up my leg made me do the one thing I always told my men not to do.
I dropped my fucking gun.
Falling to one knee, I reached out, trying to grab the figure, but again, they were too quick, and the blow they landed to jaw, had me seeing stars. and then they were gone.
Up and over the car and out into the street.
“Alex!”
38 – Alex
Sota was beside me in an instant, lifting me to my feet and dragging me down the alley toward the car. He pushed me into
the passenger seat and raced around to the driver’s seat and started to back out of the alley, pressing the call button on the car’s steering wheel.
“Acta, Alex is hurt, I’m getting him to the hospital,”
My hand came out and I grabbed Sota’s arm. “Not the hospital. You know the rules.”
We didn’t take anyone to the hospital. All medical emergencies were handled in–house, less questions that way.
“Chen is more than half an hour away.”
“I know…” I grimaced, my calf muscle singing in pain. “Take me home.”
“What?” Sota asked, looking at me, then to the blood pooling on the floor of the car. “Alex…”
I knew this was an insane idea…and it would possibly scar her for life…
“Sota, take me home. Joey is a trauma nurse.”
