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CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hey, wake up. We're here," Brad called from the front seat.
Dyson rubbed his eyes. "Fuck, I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Probably the stress. It will get you every time." Brad glanced back at him.
"We weren't followed?" Dyson asked.
"Nope, from the text I just got from Carter, no one has even noticed you've been released yet. The longer we can go without anyone catching the error, the better off we'll be. I've parked in a large garage. No one will see you since it's connected to the house. Rob is inside waiting for us." Brad climbed out, slamming the front door shut. A second later, the back doors opened. "Welcome home, at least for a few days. Enjoy your stay. I'm not sure where they're sending you from here, but I doubt it's got this view."
Dyson raised a brow as he climbed out. He'd expected to see some trashy garage, in some poor neighborhood, but what he saw around him was anything but poor. A Corvette was parked next to the van, and beside that, there were two Harleys. "Those for me?" He eyed the bikes.
"Not a chance. The car belongs to Bryon, but the bikes are mine and Rob's."
"And all I get is a white work van?" Dyson grinned as he followed Brad to the door that must have connected to the house. "So if the car's Bryon's, is he here?"
"No, he owns the place, but I haven't seen him down this way in over a year." Brad pushed the door open.
"Wait. Bryon owns this place?" He knew Bryon had other property not far from the STK house, but they were nowhere near that now.
"Again, not my story to tell. All he said was I could tell you it was his place and to make yourself at home while you're here." Brad kept walking.
Dyson followed, taking in what looked to be a very expensive home. A multi-million-dollar home if he wasn't mistaken. He was sure of it as they came around the corner into the kitchen and he saw the view of the ocean outside the window. "My safehouse is beach front property?" He walked to the window and stared out.
"If you'd rather the motel down the street…" an unfamiliar voice said.
Dyson turned, finding a tall, dark-haired man watching him. He reminded Dyson of some of the guys he'd known in the military. Everything about the man screamed special forces. "You must be Rob."
"And you must be William." Rob used Dyson's new name.
Dyson cringed, making a face. "Let's just forget that now. You said it was William D. Liston, so how about you just call me D. I don't even give a fuck what it stands for, it's better than William."
Rob smiled. "My grandfather was named William."
"And I'm sure it was a great name for him, but it doesn't work for me. I couldn't fake being William if my life depended on it, which it does. Call me D." Dyson was not going to give up his name that easily. He was willing to abbreviate it, but he would not go by William.
"Alright, D. Welcome to San Diego. I've got an early breakfast for us if you're hungry. I figured after a month in jail you could use a steak. So I made steak and eggs. I'll show you to your room if you'd like first."
"Yeah, I need a shower before anything else, but keep that steak warm. I'm starving. They don't feed you enough in jail to keep you alive." Dyson looked around. "Any chance you have coffee too?"
"Do I look like I'd be sitting here at nearly three in the morning without any coffee? You want it now or after your shower?" Rob asked.
"After."
"Then let me show you to your room. I've put clothes on the bed that should get you through the next few days. If you need something I forgot, just let me know."
"Anything that isn't bright red." Dyson hated the fucking jumpsuits he'd been living in for the last month.
"Promise there's nothing red, other than maybe your toothbrush. I can't remember what color that was." Rob waved at him to follow.
"You sticking around a bit?" Dyson asked Brad.
"Yeah, I'll catch a few hours' sleep, then head out." Brad leaned against the counter. "Go get your shower. We'll all talk when you get done."
Dyson nodded before turning and following Rob down a long hallway.
"The place is huge, I'd give you a tour, but it's probably more fun to explore it yourself later. After that tiny jail cell, this place should give you a little breathing room. The only rule we have is go no farther than the balcony. In a few hours, your face is going to be all over the news again, and everyone is going to be looking for you. You're safe here, but I can't promise you'll be safe out there." Rob gestured to the large window in the bedroom he'd walked into with a view of the beach.
