Page 67 of Love At Close Range

“Who are you?” I asked as I pulled Rhyse closer to me.

“My apologies. My name is Cyrus beautiful,” he greeted with a smile.

“I have no clue who you are so what do you want with me and my son?” I asked as I kept my hand tight around Rhyse’s.

Cyrus sighed and looked toward one of the men beside him before bringing his eyes back to me. “I hate involving women and children in my business, but sometimes a man needs to understand what it feels like when somebody touches something that belongs to him,” he stated coldly.

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about or what it has to do with my son,” I repeated.

“Your man does,” he said flatly.

“My man?” I asked confused.

Cyrus’s expression didn’t change. “Dorian,” he revealed.

I couldn’t believe this shit.

“I’m not with Dorian,” I said quickly. “Whatever the fuck he did has nothing to do with me or my son.”

“That might be true now,” Cyrus replied as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “But he cares enough about you for this to get his attention.”

“My daddy gonna come fuck y’all up,” Rhyse spat before I could stop him.

“Rhyse,” I said as I immediately pulled him back against me.

Cyrus looked at him for a second before lifting an eyebrow. “Your daddy?”

“Yeah, and when he gets here, all y’all in trouble.” He sniffed.

“He’s a brave youngin’,” Cyrus praised.

“He’s a child,” I said through clenched teeth. “Leave him out of whatever this is.”

“Then Dorian should’ve thought about that before he touched my money and my product,” Cyrus spat.

“I told you I’on know anything about that,” I confessed again.

“I believe you,” Cyrus replied. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t change why you’re here.” Rhyse pressed closer against my side, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. “Make sure they’re comfortable,” he said to the men in the room.

“What does that mean?” I frowned.

“It means you and your son are going to be our guests for a little while,” Cyrus said as he looked back at me. “Once I get my money and my product back, you can both go home.”

My stomach dropped.

“And if Dorian doesn’t give it back?” I asked.

Cyrus stared at me for a moment before his mouth curved slightly.

“Then you might want to get comfortable,” was the last thing he said before he left us in this abandoned warehouse with these men.

Dorian better pray Lennox gets to him before I do because I was definitely killing his ass for getting me and my son caught up in his shit.

23

Lennox

Reiana’s name flashed across my phone while Rook was sitting across from me going over some numbers. I answered before the second ring, but instead of her voice, I heard glass breaking, followed by her screaming and Rhyse yelling for her somewhere in the background.