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“Are you okay?” Jesse turned Sam back around and crushed him to his solid chest. He clung to Jesse for a moment before pushing away.
Sam walked over to the prone blond as he saw a cop car pull to the curb in front of his store. “You said you wouldn’t get paid if you killed me. Who’s paying you?”
Fletch grabbed the man off the floor and yanked the blond’s arm behind his back. “Answer him.”
When the guy refused, Sam balled his fist up and slugged the man in the gut. The guy doubled over. God, that had felt good. Sam wasn’t a violent man, but he was so tired of men trying to kidnap him.
Unfortunately, Sam didn’t get an answer. The guy refused to speak. Two police officers came into the store, and it took forever until they left. The man had to be placed in the car, the women interviewed, and the three bodyguards needed to explain who they were and what had gone down. Because of who Sam’s father was, the police chief had gotten involved.
At one point, Sam just wanted to fall into Jesse’s arms, but Sam’s phone rang and he groaned when he saw Malcolm’s name displayed on the screen.
How he wished he could ignore it, but if he did, his father would lay into him. “Hello, Father.”
“Are you okay?”
There was deep concern in his voice. “Yes, I’m fine thanks to my bodyguard.”
Jesse was a few feet away talking with the cops. Knox and Fletch stood beside Jesse, all three looking like they were a force to be reckoned with. Sam had never seen so much muscle at once. The three of them looked fierce, even in their relaxed stances. He could just imagine those men on the stage stripping. They were that good looking, with hard bodies that were drool worthy.
Oiled up, they could make some serious cash. If Gloria had been there, she would have swooned.
“Driscoll Security came highly recommended,” Malcolm said. “Glad to see it wasn’t a hyperbole and those shifters are competent.”
Sam wasn’t going to go there. Malcolm’s prejudice had been forced down Sam’s throat his entire life, but spending time with Jesse had shown him his father had been wrong.
“How did you know what happened?” It had all taken place in less than ten minutes, and the cops hadn’t been there a full hour.
The police chief must have called him. That was the only explanation.
“That’s not important,” Malcolm said. “I have people working on a list of my enemies, but things like this take time.”
Which told Sam that Jesse would be with him until they figured out who was behind this. Not that Sam had a problem with the wolf being so close. They were mates, yet something inside of him told him not to mention that to Malcolm.
“I think it was a wise move that you were taken to a safe house,” Malcolm said, interrupting Sam’s thoughts. “I’m tempted to fly you to my resort in Florida, but it probably wouldn’t do any good since some of your abductors haven’t been human and could probably track you.”
Some of his abductors. It was insane how many attempts had already been made. Would someone go to these extremes for…yeah, they would. If enough money was involved, someone would definitely go to these extremes.
“I have to go. The cops want to talk to me.” Small lie, but Sam wanted off the phone. He wanted Jesse’s arms wrapped back around him because, right now, he felt exposed and vulnerable.
“I’ll keep in touch, Samuel. Stick close to your bodyguard.”
“I will.” Sam hung up and pocketed his phone. As soon as he did, Jesse was at his side, sliding his arm around Sam’s waist. That fast, Sam began to calm down as he leaned into Jesse’s side.
Forty minute later, the store was clear. Even Knox and Fletch were nowhere to be seen.
“Close up the store,” Jesse said. “I’m taking you back to the safehouse. I’m sorry, Sam, but until we can figure out who is behind this, I don’t think working is a wise idea.”
Normally Sam would have protested being told what he could and couldn’t do, but Jesse was right. He wasn’t safe at work. He was too accessible and made being a target that much easier.
He closed the store, and they headed to Jesse’s Yukon. When Sam got in and buckled up, he noticed how badly his hands shook. He pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Things could have gone a different way. Jesse or Fletch could have shot the blond. The guy could have shot Sam.
He was a demon, not a vampire or shifter. Sam wouldn’t have healed on his own. Demons lived for thousands of years, but they weren’t bulletproof. They could be killed just like anyone else.
The drive was quiet, leaving Sam to his thoughts, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. By the time they pulled into the garage, he felt drained.
Jesse swept the house to make sure it was clear before he led Sam inside.
“Do you need anything?” Jesse sat Sam at the kitchen table as he made him a cup of hot tea.
