Page 100 of Stay Toxic

Seeing as it was now going well past twilight into darkness, there wasn’t much to see besides the headlights as they came to a stop behind my truck, and I couldn’t see the figure who was approaching until he was right under the security light that lit up the area in which everything had gone down over the last who knew how long.

He was a tall man and had slightly red, perfectly styled hair.

His eyes were a mossy green, and he was dressed much the same way that Shasha dressed.

He came to a stop closer to Shasha than the man that was causing the disturbance and said, “This is him, Semyonov.”

Shasha blew out a breath. “I know.”

“Why is he here?” he asked.

Gabriel stiffened as he realized they were talking about him.

“He thinks that I have his child, and I don’t,” Shasha said. “He’s been asked to leave multiple times. We were just about to go inside to avoid the storm.”

“I’d like to join you,” he said. “We have some things to discuss on the merger that we’re working on.”

“Oh?” Shasha asked curiously.

“Yes,” the man confirmed.

“Well, gentlemen,” Shasha drawled. “I’m headed inside before the storm releases its fury on us and my beautiful girlfriend melts because she’s made of pure sugar.”

I rolled my eyes but felt a hint of a blush hit my cheeks.

Thank God it was dark, and it hid my embarrassment at being called sweet as sugar.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, to be honest.

It felt like a show, and I wasn’t sure why.

I wasn’t upset about the situation as much as the curiosity was absolutely killing me.

Shasha caught my hand, and the gate behind us opened. The guards, who Shasha addressed as “Artur and Alexi,” stepped into the opening and waited as if they expected the gates to be rushed by the small crowd.

None of them made a move, not even a clearly furious Gabriel.

He’d “made his connections,” and he was angry that he’d been played.

Well, he hadn’t.

But I could definitely see the way it looked.

As we passed, Shasha stopped me with his hand on my hip and said, “Keys,Kisa.”

I scrunched up my nose.

“They’re in the truck still,” I admitted.

I mean, the truck was so old and smelled like cow shit that none of us bothered bringing in the keys.

We could park it in the middle of the worst neighborhood in Dallas and it would still be there when we got back.

Shasha handed the larger of the two men, Alexi, his keys and then said, “Cayden’s keys are with him.”

“Thanks, Alexi,” Cayden said from behind me.

So that was who he was.

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