Page 5 of Pick Yourself Up
Three armed men against an unarmed woman half their size made them cowards, as well as thugs.
Al returned to his side. “Client secured in bedroom with the other two. His Highness orders you to secure the lobby while I take over the door.”
At any other time, Gray might have smirked at the His Highness comment. Instead, he had Al link into the security cams as well.
Job or no job, he wasn’t leaving that woman on her own to deal with three armed thugs. Having his client’s blessing meant he could shove the guilt out of his head.
He didn’t bother reminding Al to lock up behind him or to take extra precautions. His buddy was well-trained and knew exactly what to do.
Gray slipped out the door and was almost at the stairwell when he heard the quiet snick of the lock behind him.
Time to haul ass down to the lobby.
Chapter 2
All Shook Up
Amber’s head swam, and she wasn’t sure she could stand on her own. Still, she yanked her arm, trying to get away from the creep hanging onto her.
Instead of letting her go, he tightened his grip on her biceps and hauled her up. He shoved her in front of the computer.
The guy who’d hit her first scowled at her. “I don’t want to ask again. Which room?”
She swallowed hard and dug for courage. “Even if I knew, I can’t give out that information.”
“Use the computer or my friend will use the other end of the gun on you.”
Her stomach tightened at the words and the look on the man’s face. He wasn’t kidding, and she took him at his word.
Thankfully, she’d used the emergency code, otherwise she’d have given in.
The creep who hadn’t let go of her arm didn’t even change facial expressions when he lifted the gun to point it at her leg.
Amber jiggled the mouse, knowing the screen wouldn’t light up. When it didn’t, she rolled her lips together and pushed the power button.
The first guy growled. “Hurry the fuck up, lady.”
She decided it was smarter to remain quiet and wait for the screen to power up.
The usual login screen popped up, and she hoped she’d done the shutdown correctly. She wasn’t quite brave enough to refuse to log in. Not with a gun pointing at her. And two more guns were waiting, because she assumed the third guy was armed as well.
Maybe the next upgrade should be a metal detector.
None of her many training courses had taught her what to do when faced with multiple armed men. Sure, she’d taken personal protection courses, but none of the techniques she’d learned would help her.
Nothing would help.
The guy with the gun moved it to the top of her kneecap and leered up at her. “Log in.”
She couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping. Was anyone on the way to help? How would anyone know she needed help?
She hoped Shirika would stay in the break room and enjoy her full hour. They wouldn’t hurt a pregnant woman, would they?
With trembling fingers, Amber input her login information, mixing up a few of the letters.
When it beeped at the incorrect information, the guy pressed the gun in harder.
She squeezed her hands and tried again.
