Page 19 of Billionaire Bodyguard

“I think it’s safe to say he’s coming right for you.”

I scrubbed my hand through my hair, my grasp on my phone tightening enough it should have cracked the device.

“We have eyes on your building,” my contact continued. “His men aren’t well known, though, and we don’t know who he might have contact with in the city. He could have recruited any number of the disenfranchised to join his cause.”

“His cause being to off me,” I muttered.

“Not necessarily.”

Which was even worse. I knew what Ghost intimated. Coval might be after those important to me. Revenge for his brother. An eye for an eye.

“Thanks for the update,” I said, surging to my feet and pacing my office. I paused at the window, staring outside at the busy street. He could be out there, blending in with the crowd.

“I’ll keep in touch; let you know if we spot him or learn more. You know, maybe he’s in town to get fitted for new suits atAlan David.”

“Right.” We disconnected and I crossed my arms, staring outside. Coval might think he was invisible, but he didn’t know me.

Turning away, I yanked out my phone again.

“Boss,” Connor, my second in command, answered. “You need me there?”

“I need the team to pull traffic and security cam footage in a three mile radius to my building. Run it through facial recognition, looking for Coval. Anything within a half mile needs to be a constant live feed into the software.”

Connor had been my dive partner in SEALs and he’d been on that last op with me. When it had been time for him to re-up a year later, he’d retired and come to work for me. He knew exactly who Coval was.

“He’s here?”

Quickly, I brought him up to speed, something I probably should have done sooner, and would have if I hadn’t been distracted by Linzey and all the places I could fuck her in this penthouse. Answer: plenty…but not enough. I already wanted her again. Which didn’t bode well for my work in the future, after Coval’s threat was eliminated.

“I also need you to get the safe house ready. Until we know what he’s up to, I’m moving Linzey. We need to get Booker and his family moved out of the city temporarily, too.”

“Got it.”

We hung up, and I stalked toward the media room where I knew Linzey was working on one of her online classes. I needed eyes on her and not through a camera.

The last week had been difficult enough without added danger and fear. I had no idea what I should share, or if I should keep it need to know…assuming she didn’t need to know.

The incident at the club had thrown Linzey into a spiral, barely eating…exercising even more…having nightmare upon nightmare. And I wasn’t much better. I’d slept less than normal, and I couldn’t settle, my restlessness driving me into perpetual action. While I didn’t sink into a dissociative, PTSD-induced state, constant memories plagued me. I remained on edge, sure that danger lurked around every corner.

The only peace for either of us was when we were together, possibly why we needed sex so much. An obsession? Yes. A coping mechanism? Possibly. Love? Hell yeah. Neither of us had said the words, but it was there.

Having her in my arms at night helped. It helped both of us. And I never wanted it to change. I hadn’t been in my own bed since before the day we’d gone toBradford’s. If she ever neededalone timeI wasn’t sure how I’d handle it. I was quickly becoming addicted to sleeping with my woman.

So, maybe, I should stop being an asshole and just tell her my feelings. I’d known how I felt for… Actually, I couldn’t pinpoint when my devotion had turned to love. Longer ago than I knew, that was for sure. Then the shooting had happened, propelling me into action. Making sure Linzey knew she was mine. She still mentioned the gala we’d go to in a couple weeks and had startedfittings for her dresses, but whenever the subject came up, it was us, as a couple, who’d be attending. Not her, looking for a man.

I still wanted to whisk her away someplace, but if she wanted to go to the fancy party, I’d give her whatever she asked for.

“Hey,” she said, setting aside her laptop when I entered the media room. I sank onto the plush, leather seat beside her and pulled her into my lap, my mouth immediately on hers.

“Needed to see you.”

“Funny thing… I needed to see you, too,” she replied, her small hands sliding along my cheeks. I turned my head, kissing the inside of her wrist and running my tongue along the small scar there. Linzey shivered, arching into me. Turning my head, I buried my face in her neck, breathing in her pure-Linzey scent of clean linen and sunshine.

“Adler,” she moaned, turning to straddle me. My hand skimmed up her torso to cup her breast.

“Is your laptop off?” I rasped.

“Yeah. Why?”

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