Page 16 of Abra's Acquisition
“I’m with the Demon Dawgs. Look, I don’t want to get into it over the phone, but I quit working for Erickson. He didn’t take it well. I don’t need you to do anything about him. This was a misunderstanding between us. He accused me of stealing from him, but I didn’t. He refused to accept my protestations.”
“Do you want to press charges?”
“No. I don’t want you to worry about Erickson.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at the clubhouse. Abra is taking me back to my apartment in a few minutes. I’m considering packing a bag and finding a place to stay for the next few days.”
“You can stay with me,” Max says.
“Maybe. Let me think about it. I might just go to a hotel. Whatever I decide, I’ll let you know.”
“I’ll meet you at your apartment. I want to see you and make sure you are okay for myself.”
“I can live with that. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Ending the call, I hand the phone back to Abra. “Max is meeting us at my apartment. He went to Erickson’s house. Erickson gave him my phone and my keys. Probably my purse, too, but he didn’t say. We don’t need to go by Erickson’s house.”
“I’ll take you to your apartment so you can pack, but I think you should come back here,” Abra says, gesturing for me towards the front door. “You’ll be safer here than at a hotel or your brother’s house. We have more men to protect you.”
I study Abra’s face as he hands me a helmet that he grabbed off the handlebars of the motorcycle. I take it and slide it on my head without thinking. He reaches over to fasten the strap under my chin as he waits for me to speak.
“I don’t know if I’m in any danger, but honestly, I think I’d sleep better here than I would in a hotel room or at my brother’s house. Getting kidnapped twice in a single day was unnerving. I don’t trust Erickson to leave me alone. So, yes, I’ll take you up on your offer. However, I’m not sleeping with you.”
Abra grins at me, forcing my breath to catch. He is remarkably handsome. I’ve noticed Abra rarely smiles; he has what would be called resting bitch face if he were a woman. I guess for a man, it’s just called being stoic or broody. However, when he smiles, his appeal turns otherworldly. I can see why he was so popular on the stage as Lucifer’s Heir. “Women used to throw their panties on stage during your performances, didn’t they?” I ask him.
He chuckles. The sound filled me with warmth and spiked my desire. “My stagehands used to steal them. I never saw a single one. They were all perverts.”
I laugh as he helps me slide onto the bike behind him. “Have you ridden before?” he asks me. We’re connected via Bluetooth in the helmets, so I can hear him over the roar of the motor.
“A long time ago. But I know what to do, and what not to do.”
He pulls my legs forward until my crotch cups his ass.
The vibration of the motor and the feel of the wind whipping by released all the tension I’d been carrying ever since I discovered I was pregnant. A flash of concern shoots through me when I think of the tiny life growing inside me and the recklessness of being on a motorcycle, but that feeling dissipates quickly. The tiny life is nothing more than a few cells at this point; it’s well-protected. Even if we crashed, the embryo would still be safe.
Too soon, Abra pulls up outside my apartment building. I spot my car in its spot and breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one problem solved. I swing off the bike and wait for Abra to do the same. Spotting something on the ground near my car, I let out a snort of disgust. Did the cop leave my purse outside the car? What an idiot. Striding over without waiting for Abra. My legs buckle when I see what’s on the ground. What I thought was my purse was really a pair of men’s shoes. The shoes belong to the dead man inside them.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: ABRA
I watch Rey stride away from me, and I’m about to call her back when she stumbles and falls hard against a parked car. The look she sends me is one of panic. I rush over to her side and find out why. A dead man lay on the ground between two vehicles. But it isn’t just any man, it’s a cop. I grab Rey with my left arm and pull her to my side, while drawing my weapon with my right.
“Who is that?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know. I think he’s the cop Max ordered to bring back my car.”
The sound of a car pulling behind us has me swiveling so I’m between it and Rey. I push Rey behind me even as her brother steps out of the car, his gun drawn as he glares at me.
“You’ve got one second to release my sister before I blow your brains out,” Max snarls.
I can see the man’s on edge, so rather than argue, I raise my hands in surrender before kneeling to put the gun on the ground.
Max rushes forward and yanks me away from Rey. He slams me against the hood of his car. As he reads me my rights, Rey drowns him out.
“What are you doing? Let him go! He didn’t do anything. Maxwell Irving Montague, you stop that right now!”
“He had a gun on you,” Max says after he finishes reading me my rights.
