Page 5 of Menace

He had scarcely finished his last sentence when Pixie started hopping up and down clapping her hands. Her face alight with glee.

“I know where you can go. I know, I know, I know. It will be perfect, so perfect and you will be as safe as houses.”

“What are you thinking, Pixie?” Dom asked but there was a knowing look in his eyes.

“As you know, I’ve been in negotiations to open a studio in the US. I’ve recently pinned down a location and my new partners cleared the way with their local authorities. I was going to send Zane and Killian to get it up and running because they’re both single. I didn’t think Joney would want to go which is why I didn’t ask, but with this shit happening she’s an obvious choice. No one will dare touch her where I’ll be sending her. No one. She’ll have badass protection.”

I frowned at her.

“You said you wanted a studio in Colorado. Did you get the property in Denver you were talking about? And you went into a partnership? Really? With who?”

She grinned and slowly shook her head from side to side.

I mock glared at her and lifted my hands in question. I might be scared out of my boots right now but I was still me, a cheeky bitch.

She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled knowingly.

“The Denver location didn’t pan out and Remy wanted me to have a place closer to his family. So, you’ll be going to Savannah, Georgia, home of the Shadow Wraiths MC and my new partners. They’ll be guarding your ass until it’s safe to come home.”

Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

I couldn’t go to Savannah because HE was there. It would be an absolute disaster.

He made it clear, he didn’t want to see me ever again and I gave him my word he wouldn’t.

I couldn’t go back on my word. I just couldn’t.

Asa Malone spoke before I could tell Pixie there was no way on earth I was going to Savannah.

“Sorry Pixie, but she won’t be leaving the country anytime soon. We can’t take the chance. You should stick with the plan to send the other artists. Once she disappears the bastards will be watching your businesses to see if she pops up in any of your other locations. Only once I’m certain they’re no longer watching your studios will we move her. You can bring back one of the artists and she can take his place.”

He looked at me, compassion in his eyes. “You’re going to have to get used to a new name again. They have your Joanna “Joney” August identity, but don’t worry, we’ll sort something out when we get to Joburg.”

“You’re taking me back to Johannesburg?” I asked fearfully.

He nodded, smiled and patted my arm reassuringly.

Lordy, only then did I notice the man was freaking hot as blazes. Those amazing blue eyes of his had me totally tongue tied for about a second, okay, lies, it was more like two or three.

“I am. We’ll be using Dom’s private plane so you’ll be safe. You’ll be in disguise and we’ll have other girls with us to confuse the issue. They’ll think I’ve collected girls for myself and my men. It’s the way most of those bastards operate, but not me. Before we leave the girls will be sent home. They’ll only be there as a cover for you.”

Everything moved fast from then on. I could hardly keep up with how fast my life in Cape Town ended.

Within minutes of our chat a girl with short black hair with the same body type as mine, only bigger boobs and ass, came sauntering into the studio with a large bag over her shoulder. The bag contained disguises for both of us and several changes of clothes for me.

I had told Asa about my go-bag and he assured me they would try to get it before we left.

He wasn’t sure if it would be possible.

The girl, she didn’t tell me her name, got to work on me and when she was done I looked like her. I was wearing a short black wig and was padded and dressed in her clothes. Her feet were a size smaller than mine but I squished my feet into her sandals, making them fit. The padding on my boobs and ass felt weird but I didn’t mind as it was a great disguise.

The plan was that Asa and I would leave with Dom while the girl stayed at the studio.

She would leave an hour after us, disguised as a blonde. One of the Road Warriors had been called in to act as her man and he would load her up and take her home. The club would keep an eye on her to ensure no one came after her.

And then it was time.

Time to leave my life behind.

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