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I’m over the desk before he has time to react, punching him repeatedly in the face. The other guy must have tried to jump to Trent’s defense because I hear Xander say behind me, “Stupid motherfucker” then the sound of a body hitting the floor. Trent tries to fight back but I have him pinned, taking on my full assault. I stop and pull out my gun, pointing it straight to his head.

“Go ahead, asshole,” Trent slurs. His face bloody, bruised and battered.

“Not yet. I want you to remember this ass whooping,” I say before knocking him out with the butt of the gun.

I stand, looking down at an unconscious Trent’s unconscious. It would be so easy to put a bullet in his head right now, but I’m going to have way too much fun tearing his world a part.

Chapter 11

Nina

In the last four days, we haven’t heard anything out of Trent which makes me nervous. When Balthazar and the others returned to the house, he told me what went on in their meeting. I told him he should’ve ended him right then and there, but Zar said he had other plans for Trent. I trusted his word, but I still would’ve killed him if it was me.

I filed my claim with the insurance company, and I am waiting to hear back from them. The plan now is to meet with some architects to get my new vision of Mystique started. Trent’s monkey might’ve burnt it down, but he wasn’t stopping my show. Zar has been gracious enough to offer Katie and my other employees positions at his club.

GeeGee has been wonderful to be around. She’s stern with Zar and the guys but she means well. She’s more of a motherly figure to them, and I can see why they love her so much. I wish my mother could be more like her.

Balthazar has added more security detail around the house and his club and businesses. He and the guys have been having ‘boys only’ meetings in his office. When I ask him, what are they up too, he simply replies, “Family business.” I know it has something to do with Trent, but I won’t push him on it. He’ll fill me in when he’s ready.

I never knew how good it felt to wake up every morning with strong arms holding you tight, protecting you, wanting you close to them. Balthazar has made every fantasy I’ve dreamed about him come true. He leaves my body spent every night, literally putting me in a fuck coma.

Speaking of the sexy Greek, he and I are sitting at the dining room table eating another scrumptious breakfast GeeGee has made. I find it funny, sitting here and watching him drink his coffee while reading the newspaper. I thought only older me did that.

“Zar,” I call.

He lowers the paper, looking at me. “Yes?”

“I shouldn’t do it after the last time we spoke, but I need to go check on my momma. Can I use one of your cars?”

“If you need to go, I will take you,” he says, smiling.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to meet with the guys this morning?”

Zar keeps smiling, replying, “No, and I’ll drive. Would you like to go now?”

I snicker. This man! “Yes, please. Also, I need to go by my house to pick up some more things. How long do you think it’ll be before I’m able to go back permanently?”

Zar stops smiling as he fists the paper in his hand. “I’ll take you by there to get whatever you need but going back permanently is out of the question. You are where you belong and once you have Mystique back up and running, if you’re too tired to make the drive back here, then WE will stay at your house for the night. This is your home now. As a matter of fact, we’re stopping by the post office so you can do a change of address.”

Well damn, I guess he told me. Being with Zar these last few days have made me learn it was futile to argue with him. When he put his foot down about something, that was it. Low key, I was only asking him that to see if he was growing tired of me yet. Even though I loved my house and would never get rid of it, I loved being here with Balthazar more. If my momma would get her shit together, I’d let her move in it.

After clearing the table, we put the dishes in the dishwasher. Zar and I said goodbye to GeeGee, then jumped in his car, on our way to my momma’s.

Almost an hour later we were turning onto the block I grew up on. My momma’s house sticks out like a sore thumb from her not keeping it up. The grass is overgrown with litter scattered around the yard, trash bags are on the porch, shingles are hanging from the roof, and its dire need of being repainted. I let out a sad sigh as Zar pulls in front of the house, puts the car in park, then turn off the engine.

“So, this is where you grew up,” he asks, staring at the dreadful house.

Feeling self-conscious, I reply, “It is. Say, you don’t have to come in with me. Once I see that she’s alright, I’ll be right out.” I knew if the outside looked this bad, there was no telling what the inside looked like.

“I’m going in with you,” Zar states, opening his door then gets out. He comes over to my side and opens mine.

I get out, still trying to convince him to stay. “Really Zar, you don’t have to.”

Zar says nothing as he takes my hand, moving me away from the door, then closing it. He hits the alarm on the car before guiding me to my momma’s front door. When we get to the porch, Zar pushes one of the smelly bags to the side so we could get to the door.

Taking a deep breath, I knock. Nothing. Her car is in the driveway, but that didn’t mean she was here.

“Knock again,” Zar says.

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