Page 61 of Midnight Legacy

Jordan manoeuvred her car into traffic as the black car that had been following us turned into my old law firm. Xavier pushed my head down and slid down in his seat.

“It’s a long story, Sasha, and right now I don’t know where to start,” I admitted. “It all goes back to when my parents died when I was a child.”

“Well, since I’m coming with you, you can explain to me later,” she insisted.

I gave Xavier and uneasy look. “We’re having to go away for a few days.”

Sasha sighed. “Cas, you and Meg have been family to me for years. The daughters I never had. That place is terrible since you two haven’t been there. I was going to quit anyway, so I don’t mind taking a day or two to help you.”

Xavier’s grip on me tightened. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have someone else at the house to keep an eye on you if we have to leave.”

“I’m good at cooking,” Sasha tempted me.

“We’ve already packed,” I replied half-heartedly, not wanting to drag her into the mess my life was descending into.

“It won’t take me long to throw some clothes in a bag,” she said. “Let me look after you girls, because I have no doubt that Megan is with you.”

I nodded, grabbing her hand because my emotions were spiralling out of control.

“Let me store this car first,” Jordan said. “Then we can sort everything else out.”

Sasha’s face paled when he spun it around a corner. Her car had probably never been driven like it was in a rally before. We were all silent as Jordan drove like a maniac, his eyes darted to the different mirrors of the vehicle. He finally slowed down before arriving at what appeared to be an old, abandoned warehouse. The metal door swung open and we drove inside.

“Follow me,” Xavier muttered when we emerged from the car, lacing his fingers through mine to tug me alongside him.

“Thanks.” Jordan handed Sasha her keys back. She stared at her car as if it had grown wings, or maybe she was looking for damage.

The warehouse had cars and bikes present, rooms at the back, and shelves filled with items I didn’t even want to consider, especially since some of them contained terrifying machine guns.

“You and Sasha stay here until I come for you,” Xavier said. “This room is bulletproof and safe. No wandering off, understand?”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and closed the door with a bang behind him.

“What the heck, Cas?” Sasha asked, opening her arms for me to step into.

“I don’t know where to start,” I admitted in a low tone.

She led me to a chair. “If there was a teapot, I’d recommend starting with a nice cup of tea and then telling the story from the beginning.”

I chewed the side of my mouth. “I’m not really who you think I am,” I finally confessed. “My parents and sister were killed in a car crash when I was little. Everyone thought I was dead, but Dad’s business partner put me into the care system and changed my name. Now, we think my family was murdered and the people who committed that crime are after me.”

Saying the actual words lifted a weight from my shoulders. Xavier had voiced his concerns, but this was the first time I told someone who knew nothing about my past.

“Oh, honey, I always knew there was something lurking in your past the way you talked about it, and your reaction to the first Christmas you and Megan spent with me.”

“I’m scared.” It was something else I’d never said to Xavier because he kept telling me that he’d keep me safe.

“Well, there’s nothing to worry about with those three strapping lads running around protecting you. All you need to worry about is growing that baby.” She patted my arm in reassurance. “We’ll untangle the rest of your story when we have time for that cup of tea and a sticky bun.”

Sasha had adopted me when I joined the law firm, showing me the ropes and making sure I found my feet. She mothered me in the best way, and I found myself relaxing in her presence. The backpack sat at my feet with whatever all those people wanted in it. I could almost feel heat pulsing from it with all the secrets it contained.

The door opened, and Xavier popped his head around. “Sasha, Ash is going to take you home with Jay on his bike keeping an eye in the background. I’ll wait here with Cassandra since it doesn’t look like anyone has followed us.”

Jordan and Ash entered the room, both men now dressed casually and ready to ride their bikes. “Ready?” Jordan asked, lifting his eyebrow in question.

Sasha gave me a quick hug and grabbed her handbag before following them out. Stopping at the door, she gave me a salacious smile and fanned herself, before darting out behind them.

Xavier gave a low chuckle. “They won’t know what hit them,” he mused.

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