Page 64 of Nanny For Biker Wolf Daddy

He got back to the office and had just finished the sandwich he ordered for lunch when he heard a commotion in the front lobby.

“Where is that son of a bitch,” a man yelled loudly. “Get the fuck out of my way and tell me where that son of a bitch is.”

“Sir, please calm down,” Mary Ann said.

Rory rushed out of his office and into the front. “What’s going on here?”

“Are you Rory Garner?” the man growled.

“I am.”

“My name is Peter Gerig. You protected that bastard who murdered my brother.”

“I know this must be upsetting for you,” Rory said. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be. You helped that murderer get off practically scot-free. You’re going to find out what it’s like to lose someone you love. Mark my words,” Peter said, pointing his finger at Rory.

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m promising you,” he said and stormed out the door.

“Do you think he’s going to come after you?” Mary Ann asked worriedly.

“I don’t know. People say a lot of things in anger and in grief,” Rory said. “Just to be on the safe side, make sure that security walks you out to your car every night and that you call security to come out to your car in the mornings to walk you inside.”

“I will,” she said. Then, she grinned at him. “Maybe we could hire Sebastian to be my personal bodyguard.”

“I will have him assign someone to watch your back and your house for a while if you want me to,” Rory said.

“I only want Sebastian,” Mary Ann insisted.

“Let me know if you change your mind.” Laughing, Rory went back to his office.

About an hour later, Rory got a phone call from another incensed family member. It was the female victim’s father.

“I just want you to know that you haven’t saved that rotten asshole. I know people, and he won’t survive those four years in prison. You probably won’t, either. He is a murderer, and you are just as guilty for getting him off with a slap on the wrist.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Rory said. “Please don’t do anything drastic that will get you in trouble with the law.”

“She was my only child. What do I care,” the man growled before he hung up.

Rory leaned back in his chair. It wasn’t the first time he received death threats. He finished up some paperwork and headed home.

Colby greeted him as he walked in the door. “I was just about to call you.”

“Why? What’s up?”

“We’ve had some visitors,” Colby said. “I smelled a scent that didn’t belong when Savvy and the pups went outside this afternoon. I patrolled the area but didn’t see anyone. She took them back inside the house, but later on, I went back outside and at least one person was standing just inside the wood line. I don’t know who it was because they ran off in human form as I approached.”

“Thanks for letting me know,” Rory said.

He went upstairs and traded his suit for jeans and a T-shirt, then called Sebastian.

“Colby said that someone was lurking around the house today. I got some death threats from a couple of family members today. My client killed his wife and her lover, and he pled guilty to voluntary manslaughter and got four years prison time.”

“I could see why the victims’ family would be upset,” Sebastian said. “It could also be the Silver Fangs paying you another social call.”

“That’s my thought. I was wondering if I could hire a couple of people to hang around the house during the day to help Colby watch over Savvy and the kids.”

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