Page 65 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

He backhanded me and then grabbed me by the collar.

“I know for damn sure you’re not just some rich kid who’s been investigating the dastardly goings on like the Scooby Gang. No. Not even a spoilt rich kid would have the inside info that you have in that folio and the rest of the investigative materials we found. So, you either tell me the truth about who you are, or I kill both of you!”

He turned to Amber. “Are you in on it too? Have you been in on it this whole time? What agency are you with?”

She shook her head, her face twisted into a picture of fear. The woman stepped forward and slapped her hard.

“Hey, leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this!” I yelled desperately.

“You want me to torture her, Daddy? I would be happy to make sure she gets payback for hurting me today.”

What a psycho bitch. Amber had told me what happened to her earlier today with Beany so I knew the girl was volatile and hungry for power.

“Yes, let’s cause her some pain and we’ll see how long Christos holds out.”

The woman grabbed Amber by the hair and shoved her to the ground. She kicked her in the stomach. Amber doubled over in pain but managed to roll out of the way of the next kick.

“Stop it!” I shouted, balling my hands into fists.

There was a noise outside, like a loud whomping sound. Helicopters.

Professor Owens and the woman looked at one another, shocked. I lunged at the professor when he was looking at Beany, and was able to knock the gun out of his hands and punched him hard in the face. He reeled back but came right back at me to deliver a blow to my stomach. I grabbed hold of his arm and pummeled him several times. He kicked out at me. I wanted him down on the ground, but he was stronger than I’d expected and he put up a good fight.

In the meantime, the professor’s daughter had run out of the room only to be captured and put into handcuffs by Andrew.

I finally got the professor down on the ground and held him there with the full force of my weight.

“You filthy bastard! Beany was right. She knew you were working for some sort of agency, that you weren’t just a normal student. I should have seen right through you, but you were too good. And to go all the way to get into the inner circle, fucking your slut girlfriend in front of us all. That was some trick you played on us.”

“Don’t call my girlfriend a slut!” I kneed the professor in his thigh. He doubled over in pain.

“I had it all planned out. I was going to be in total control. It was going to be fucking marvelous. But you had to go and ruin it all didn’t you? I’m so much more intelligent and better than any of you. I had everyone fooled for a long time. It wasn’t until you came snooping around with your questions that anyone had the tiniest inkling about what I was doing.”

“Ah, shut up professor. Nobody cares about how good you are anymore,” Andrew said from the doorway. He had handed off Beany to someone from the taskforce team and was leaning on the doorframe, casually watching the scene in front of him. One of the other agents had retrieved the professor’s handgun.

“Nice of you to come,” I bantered with him.

“You can always count on me to save the day.”

“All right, Superman. Your shorts are getting a little too tight for your ego there.”

“Well, if you didn’t turn the place into a Hollywood scene complete with a damsel in distress, I wouldn’t have had to put my Superman shorts on!”

“Thank goodness you’re here,” Amber smiled at Andrew as she struggled to her feet. She dusted herself off and looked down at me holding on to the professor, who was struggling against me. “Shouldn’t someone put him in handcuffs or something like that?” She asked.

“Good idea,” Andrew grinned.

He motioned for an FBI agent to come forward with cuffs. I took my weight off the professor to let him sit up, then pulled him to his feet. The FBI agent went to cuff him before patting him down, but he suddenly darted away and lunged at Amber. Somehow, he had been able to get ahold of one of his syringes, and he plunged the needle into her arm, injecting its contents in seconds.

“Nooooo!” I shouted and tackled the professor, landing a punch that knocked him out. I ran to Amber and caught her as she collapsed into my arms, her legs giving out.

“Somebody get a medic in here right now!” I yelled. “He’s injected her with a poison. Where the fuck are the medics?”

“Mason, I’m scared,” Amber looked at me with fear in her eyes.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re going to get you to the hospital.” I tried to reassure her, but I was scared, too.

“I don’t feel good.”

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