Page 21 of The Greek's Destruction

I glance over at her, then pull out my phone, handing it to her.

“Thank you,” she thanks, taking it from me. Nina types in Janae’s number, then puts it on speaker. “She might not answer, because she doesn’t know the number.”

On the fifth ring, the other line picks up. “Hello”

“Hello! Janae it’s me,” Nina exchanges.

“Nina! Where the hell are and why aren’t you answering your damn phone,” Janae yells.

“It’s a long story. I know I’ve missed your calls, but I wanted to call to let you know I’m okay.”

“Long story? What’s going on Nina and who’s number are you calling me from,” Janae screeches.

I shake my head from side to side when Nina looks at me. “Janae,” Nina starts, but Janae cuts her off.

“Girl, you better tell me something or I’m going to call the police and have them put out an APB on your ass!”

Nina covers the speaker of the phone with her hand. “She’ll do it, Zar. Couldn’t we just have her meet us at your place? You said no one can get in without you knowing.”

I let out a deep breath, then ramble off my address to her. Nina smiles as she removes her hand. Janae is on the other end calling her name.

“Nina! Nina, girl you better answer me!”

“Calm down, Janae! Meet me at this address in forty-five minutes.” She gives Janae the location, as she still fusses. “What car will you be driving so I can let security know?”

“Security? I’ll be damned, I see you and I are going to have a little come to Jesus meeting when I see you! We’ll be in my red Mustang, bye,” Janae informs, hanging up.

“That went well,” Nina whispers, handing me back my phone.

I sit it on the middle console. “I always remembered Janae being a little firecracker.” I chuckle. “I take it that when she said ‘we’, that meant she was bringing her husband?”

Nina nods. “Yep, and he can be just as crazy as her sometimes.”

Chapter 9

Balthazar

Pulling up to the guardhouse of the gated community Alistair, Xander, and I lived in, I wave at Louie, the guard working the day shift. He returns the gesture before opening the gate for us to pass through. I had called twenty minutes before we arrived to let him know I was expecting visitors in a red Mustang and to let them enter, but no one else. My five bedroom, four-and-a-half-bathroom house sits on six and half acres and is located in Copper Canyon, Texas which is about fifty minutes from Dallas. Even though the community has front and back guardhouses and guards that patrolled the neighborhood, I had my house surrounded by a privacy fence. It was away from the other homeowners and I like it that way. While I loved being in the city, I loved my peace and quiet also.

“Wow, these houses are amazing,” Nina gushes, glued to the window like a little kid at one of those drive up petting zoos.

They are nice houses but me personally, I think mine looks better.

“They are,” I lie.

“How long have you lived here,” she asks.

“I bought the house after I moved here. Alistair and Xander own homes here too, although they stay more at the family condo’s downtown,” I reply.

“They must be crazy! If I had a house like one of these, I would be here all the time. Not even the long drive to and from work would keep me from my house.”

I stifle a laugh, because Nina was going to have to get used to that commute or me taking and picking her up from work. She’s stuck with me now, so the way I see it is we can do things two ways. One, we live at my house and two, when we were too tired to drive back to Cooper Canyon, we stay at hers. There will be no negotiating.

We make it to my security gate. After entering the code, we proceed. Nina gasps when she sees my two story home come into view. I wave at Brian as he and six other guards walked the perimeter of the gate.

“I take it back! Those other houses look like shacks compared to yours,” Nina praises.

“Thank you.”

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