The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Twenty-Two

“J esus fuck.” I yanked the steering wheel to the right. “She drives like a goddamn race car driver.”

“That’s because you’re chasing her,” Sawyer calmly retorted. “Ease back. She has a minor in the vehicle.”

A minor . I wanted to fucking throat punch him. “I know who she has in my truck.” He was my kid, and it wasn’t just any goddamn vehicle she was recklessly driving.

“If you give her some distance, she won’t be compelled to run every light.”

“Let her run them.” Where the fuck were the cops when you needed them? I was keeping up with her, that wasn’t the problem, but Miami PD would go a long way in slowing her ass down.

“It’s counterproductive, is all I’m saying,” Sawyer added.

“Fuck you.”

“Drop back and test my theory if you don’t believe me. If she thinks she’s lost us, she’ll slow down.”

I wasn’t dropping shit, least of all my tail on her. “You choose now to get chatty?” He never fucking talked, unless it was work related. “Why are you even here?”

“You needed backup.”

“Translation, Luna made you.”

“This isn’t work.”

Defying the laws of physics, I cut across two lanes in afternoon South Beach traffic. “Since when do you get involved in anything personal?” The fucker was an island .

“Since I saw the same thing you did.”

I didn’t have time to comment. She turned off the main drag and headed into the residential neighborhood of Bal Harbour. Three years ago, every house here would’ve been out of her price range by at least a few million.

“Fall back,” Sawyer warned, leaning forward. “She’s turning into that driveway.”

I saw. I fucking saw.

A gate slid open on a goddamn McMansion on the water, but that wasn’t what I was staring at. I was looking at a prick in a suit who was standing in the driveway.

A prick who looked familiar.

The gate slid shut as quickly as it’d opened, and she pulled the Raptor up to the asshole.

I pulled to the curb ten yards back from the gate.

The asshole stared at us, but he couldn’t see shit through the limo-tinted windows.

“Who the fuck is that?” I muttered, pulling out my cell to take a picture.

“Shit,” Sawyer drew the curse out, leaning back in his seat.

Sawyer never cursed. “You know him?”

“Drive away,” he warned.

What the fuck? “Why?”

“Now,” he snapped.

Startled, I glanced at him. “Who the fuck is that?”

For the first time since I’d known him, Sawyer looked alarmed. “Nathaniel Xavier Lewis,” he said, enunciating each word.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Sawyer looked at me like he fucking pitied me. “Better known as X.”

“Who the fuck is X?” I yelled, out of patience.

“The cartel’s biggest and best money launderer.”

My heart stopped.

The cartel .

Time stopped.

Money launderer.

Everything went dead quiet and I stared. I stared at the man who’d waited outside my condo three years ago. I stared at my truck. I stared at armed guards patrolling the grounds behind the gate. I stared at the man who was opening the back door of the truck where my son was.

And I got enraged.

Stupid enraged.

I threw open the driver door and I was out of the Escalade before Sawyer could say, “ Stop .”

“Nathan Lewis,” I yelled, striding toward the gate.

A half a dozen assault rifles immediately trained on me, and one of the guards called out a warning. “Private property!”

I didn’t stop till I was two feet in front of the gate. “Nathan Lewis,” I yelled again.

Pausing at the open door to the truck, he said something to Brookelyn, then he rounded the back of the bed and stopped there. Fitted suit pants, a custom-made dress shirt and loafers that cost more than I made in a week—the fuck dripped money.

Cocking his head, he put on a fake smile. “Do we know each other?”

Sawyer walked up next to me.

“Come talk to me and find out.” Fucker needed to see me up close.

Without hesitation or fear, he closed half the distance between the truck and the gate with two guards on his six. “And you are?” he asked once he got closer, sparing Sawyer a cursory glance.

Eyeing the asshole, I leveled him with a look. “You know exactly who I am.”

Lewis chuckled as the guards moved to either side of him, but stayed a foot back. “I’m afraid I don’t.” Without taking his eyes off me, he nodded toward my truck. “Perhaps you know my wife?” His smile went wide. “She’s much more familiar with the neighbors than I am.”

Wife?

Wife ?

Was she fucking married to him when she crawled into my bed? Was she thinking about him when I fucked her on my kitchen counter? Was she carrying his last name when I came inside her and gave her my son?

A new level of rage seeped into every fiber of my being.

Fuck Brookelyn. This was about my son now.

“Take a good look,” I warned, low and controlled.

“I’m sorry, what am I supposed to be looking at?” He glanced up and down the street like this was all some joke as the two guards flanking him stared me down.

“We both know what you’re looking at.” The fuck. “And it’s not blond hair and blue eyes.”

He frowned like he was confused, but it did nothing to hide the ruthlessness behind his gaze. “You’re referring to my hair and eye color, why?”

I fucking threw down. “He’s not your kid.”

His laugh was practiced, cunning and fake. His head fell back like armed guards weren’t a part of his everyday life, and his hands went to his hips. “Well, whoever you are, you’ve had your fun.” His eyes turned to stone. “But rest assured, these men’s guns are as real as the bullets in them, and I take trespassing very seriously. Including the private property outside my gate.” He turned to walk back toward my truck.

“You have half a dozen armed guards, but you let Brookelyn and Maverick go out unescorted?” The selfish fuck.

The asshole laughed again and looked over his shoulder at me. “Clearly you don’t know my wife.” Half his mouth tipped up as he turned to face me. “She always has been a handful.” His half smile turned into a grin, and he held his hand up, palm out, fingers in the shape of a cup. “Albeit a small handful.”

I transcended rage.

But the son of a bitch wasn’t finished. “I suggest you find your way back to wherever you came from.”

“Or?” I challenged.

“Or I will personally make sure you never lay eyes on my wife or son again. ”

Bigger than what I fought for downrange, bigger than coming home in one piece, I had a new mission. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know when. But it was gonna happen.

I was getting my son away from that asshole.

With or without Brookelyn’s consent.

“He’s not your son,” I ground out before walking back to the SUV.