Page 60 of Midnight Legacy

The man snapped his fingers and waved to another male in a side doorway. “Take Mr. Bartholomew and his associates to the viewing area. Your boxes will be brought up momentarily.”

Jordan stepped forward. “I don’t think so. Clear the room and bring the boxes here. Right now, we’re taking no chances.”

I thought he was going to object, but when Xavier fired a round into the ceiling, he spurred his guards into action. The two boxes appeared in a matter of minutes.

“Clear the room,” Xavier snapped.

“What if they’re watching on CCTV?” I whispered as everyone began to file out.

“I have jammers in place that I picked up when I visited my closest apartment to change,” Jordan said absently.

The two men took no time opening the boxes and emptying the contents without even looking at what was in them. They locked them again and left them on the counter.

“Ash should be outside,” Jordan said, taking the gun off Xavier, dismantling it, and wiping it clean. “Fucking amateurs.” He placed it on the counter beside the boxes.

A black car was waiting outside with Ash behind the wheel. “Get in!” he shouted.

Security guards poured out of the building as we skidded away with a squeal of tyres.

“What the fuck happened in there?” Ash demanded.

“Go straight to our beta site. Even if they follow us, we have enough ammunition there to take out a small army,” Jordan said, throwing a dark look over his shoulder toward Xavier.

“We need to work out why they reacted like that when they saw Cassandra’s keys,” Xavier said. “I’ve never seen anyone in one of those facilities refuse to bring a box up.”

“Yeah, I knew there was something wrong before you even walked in. We should have just abandoned the mission at that stage.” Jordan pinched the bridge of his nose.

Everything began to sink into my body. The gunshot, the violence, shouting. My body started to shake, and I felt cold with my teeth chattering together.

In an instant, Xavier dragged me into his heat, his arms clamping around me and his face nuzzled into my neck. “You okay?” he whispered for me alone to hear.

I shook my head and burrowed into his chest.

He just held me, his arms making me feel safe, his presence infusing strength into me.

“We’ve got a tail,” Ash said, his eyes moving between the rear-view mirror and his wing mirror.

Jordan cursed. “I was afraid of this. Someone’s been waiting a long time for whatever is in that box.”

“Ideas?” Xavier asked. “We’re not on our bikes, so shaking them is going to be hard.”

“My old office is close to here,” I commented. All eyes turned to me. “Sasha still works there and has a car. If you can get ahead of them enough, we can park in the carpark and take her car.”

“Go,” Xavier instructed, handing me my phone that he tended to keep since the dick pics had started again. I’d heard my phone ping with texts a few times, but I never asked about them since Megan was here with me and Sasha rarely texted, only rang.

I lifted my phone to my ear. “Hey, Sasha,” I said when she answered. “Long story and no time to explain. Someone is following us and we need to borrow your car.”

“Are you okay?” Her concern washed over me, making me realise how much I missed her.

“Not really, my past is catching up with me and I don’t know what to do about it.”

She sighed. “Where are you?”

“About three minutes away from the office.”

“I’ll meet you in the carpark.” The line went dead. I handed the phone back to Xavier because I didn’t want to see any more ugly texts. I would have to get a new phone for when the baby was born so I could take photos.

Sasha was standing beside her car when we turned into the carpark. She handed the keys to Jordan and got into the backseat, sandwiching me between her and Xavier. “Several men have been in asking questions about you. No one can tell them anything as no one knows about your past.” Sasha glanced at Xavier and then back to me. “What’s going on?”

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