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Dangerous. The one word blasted through her mind. She had no idea who this guy was, but he sure didn’t look like a reporter. An air of menace clung to him, and Alina started to inch toward the safety of the limo once more.
“Got your text,” the man said to Midas. “Looks like I arrived just in time. More reporters are out front. Someone definitely leaked the story.” His gaze swung toward her. “Just hold on to Midas, and you’ll be fine.”
Hold on to him?
Midas climbed onto the motorcycle. He extended one hand toward her.
Alina crept toward him.
Bradford locked his hands around her shoulders. “Do not go anywhere with him. Your father wants you back home. You’ll be safe there.”
“You’re safe with me, Alina,” Midas assured her. “You know that. I’ll protect you from any and every threat.”
Bradford’s grip tightened. “You work for her father. You can’t—”
Were the reporters filming? She feared they were. Alina wanted out of that alley. And, for her, safety meant Midas. She broke free of Bradford and rushed to take Midas’s hand.
But even as his fingers closed over hers, the stranger plunked the helmet on her head. “Hold tight to Midas,” the man directed as he made a few adjustments to the helmet. “I’ll be seeing you both soon.”
Midas swung her onto the back of the motorcycle. The engine revved again.
“Ever been on one of these before?” Midas asked.
“No.” She wasn’t exactly thrilled about being on one right then, either.
The intense stranger had already walked away.
Bradford shouted something at her, but she couldn’t make out his words.
“Hold on,” Midas commanded. “Tight.”
She could clearly understand Midas’s words. She grabbed for him.
“Tighter.”
She held tighter. Her body smashed against his.
The motorcycle flew forward.
***
Bradford Wells gaped after the motorcycle. He was trying to wrap his head around what the hell had just happened. The limo driver stumbled forward. Bradford knew the man because Milo Shaw had been Ryker’s driver for years.
Scratching his jaw, Milo asked, “Am I supposed to be following them?”
The motorcycle was long gone. Following them wouldn’t be an option. Something that Bradford suspected was deliberate. He whipped out his phone and had Ryker on the line in seconds.
The reporters kept milling around. He heard one guy muttering about his broken phone. Cry me a freaking river.
“What’s happening?” Ryker demanded. “Is everything under control?”
Bradford almost laughed. His friend valued control over all things, and this was most definitely not a controlled situation. “The bodyguard just swept your daughter away.” He should have been informed before Ryker hired Midas. He would have told his friend that Midas Monroe was too much of a loose cannon. Too dangerous. Too impulsive.
“What?” Shock cracked in the word.
“I’m strongly suspecting they are not returning to your estate.” Just seemed appropriate to give the man a heads-up. “He does answer to you, yes?”
“Yes,” Ryker gritted out.
