Hot Secrets (Tall, Dark & Deadly #1)(41)

“Remember, I have two men already in position here at the building. You have both of their numbers in auto-dial. Be aware of what’s going on but don’t let it consume you. You’re safe.” He glanced down at the deep cleavage of the emerald blouse she wore under a black suit. “From everyone but me.”

She tugged at the blouse. “Leave it to Julie to bring me the most inappropriate clothes she owns. I’ll be pinning this shut.”

“We can go get your clothes tonight on the way home.”

“Home?” she asked.

“I’ve got you with me,” he said, pulling her close and kissing her. “Don’t expect me to let you go.”

She wiped his mouth. “Pink isn’t your color.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “Text me when you get to your office so I know you’re safe.”

She nodded and reached for the door. “Be careful.”

“Careful is my middle name.”

She smiled. “Funny. I thought it was Luke’s.” She pushed open the door and slung her briefcase over her shoulder, before heading the short distance to the glass door before disappearing inside.

He dialed Kyle. “I’m leaving.”

“I’m about to follow her onto the elevator. She’ll be fine.” He hung up, no doubt already inside the car with Lauren.

Royce dropped his phone on the seat, his gut tight. Damn, this was killing him. He was going to enjoy tracking down this bastard. His first target, the ‘dude’ who’d been nasty to Lauren the day before. Whether he was guilty of being a jerk or guilty of more, he’d know not to bother Lauren again when Royce was done with him.

Fifteen minutes later, Royce pulled into an apartment in the east side, poverty stricken section of Brooklyn and made his way to the door 4B. He knocked, and mumbled under his breath, “Come on, you son of a bitch. Answer.”

The door swung revealing a man wearing jeans and nothing more. “Yeah?”

A standoff ensued. They stared at each other, sizing each other up. Cockiness, bred from Special Forces training, oozed from his opponent. The man was a deadly weapon, but then, so was he. “Jonathan Wilkins?”

“You’re looking at him,” Wilkins said. “Who are you and what do you want?”

“The name’s Royce Walker. I’d like to talk about Lauren Reynolds.”

No reaction. “What about her?”

“You tell me.”

“I hate the bitch. What’s it to you?”

“Everything.”

“She’s trying to kill my sister,” he said coldly.

“She’s doing her job.”

“Amazing how some people get paid to kill another while others just get thrown in jail, now isn’t it?” There was no mistaking the malice to the question. “Makes a person appreciate the laws of another country. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.”

“That’s called the death penalty,” Royce reminded him. “And here we get a jury and we’re innocent until proven guilty.”

“She’s already convicted my sister, and we both know it.”

“Her opinion doesn’t matter. The jury’s does.”

“And she tells them what she wants to them to hear.”

He started to shut the door and Royce shoved his foot in the door. “Touch her and you’ll regret it.”

“I’m shaking in my bare feet, man. Absolutely quivering. I’m put in my place.”

They glared at one another and Royce wanted to yank the * into the hallway and beat him to a pulp, but he wouldn’t do Lauren any good in jail. However, if this guy meant her harm, he needed him to know that she wasn’t alone, that she was protected. “I’m going to be watching you,” he said, and stepped back.

His lips lifted in an evil smile. “Enjoy the show.” And he shut the door.

***

Royce was halfway back to the city, heading to Sullivan’s offices, the attorney who’d defended Sheridan, when it hit him that he’d never told Wilkins who he was, beyond a name, and Wilkins had never asked. Something about that rubbed him wrong, but then, everything about Wilkins rubbed him wrong.

He sent a text to Lauren and made sure she was okay, then called Julie. “Law offices.”

“I need to speak to Julie Morrison.”

“She’s not available,” the prim voice on the other line informed him.

He held his tone in check with effort, but his words still held a sharp edge. “Make her available. Tell her Royce Walker needs to speak to her urgently.”

“Sir”

“Just do it,” he demanded. Rude and he knew it, but damn it, he didn’t have niceties in him right now. Instantly he heard office music in his ear.

“Royce?” Julie said, concern in her voice. “Is Lauren okay?”

“Yes,” he said reassuring her, feeling a bit of guilt for scaring her. “I just need you to take her lunch and check on her.”

A sigh of relief escaped Julie’s lips. “That’s an order I’ll happily take. You really are a bossy bear, Royce.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m trying to work on that. Have her call me when you get there. I mean, please have her call me when you get there.”