Chapter 37
DEMITRI
About thirty minutes later, I hear loud-ass exhaust pulling up the driveway. I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. David drives the loudest fucking truck, the straight pipe exhaust rumbles. I feel Nyx start to stir in my lap.
“Hey Little Fox, wake up. There is someone here that you need to meet.” I gently wake her with a kiss on her cheek. She grumbles her disagreement before she starts to wake slowly. Hutch helps her slowly off my lap and the tingles run down to my feet from her being curled up on me sleeping.
We walk outside as David and Jason climb out of the lifted beast. David drives a flat gray Silverado with a lift kit.
The brisk air takes my breath away for a moment before I realize that Nyx is only in a sweatshirt and some leggings.
Hutch notices her body shaking with chills before he runs inside and grabs her a warmer jacket.
“Hey guys, you know Nyx from the bonfire” She looks up from zipping up her jacket, she lifts her hand slowly, still not completely awake yet. Each of them gently shakes her hand with a smile. “If you didn’t pick up the last time, she is our girl.”
Both men share a very confused look and I can see the gears turning in their brains. I can tell they don’t want to question what I just told them, but it’s driving them insane.
“Yes, you hear that right. She is ours, she is dating both of us.” Nyx swings an elbow back into Hutch’s gut. “Oof, Little Witch, I was just clarifying the questions running through their heads, but they didn’t want to ask.” She just shakes her head with a slight giggle.
“Nice to see y'all again.” Nyx yawns out. “Sorry, they just woke me up from a nap, it’s been a bit of a stressful day. Which leads us to why you are here.”
“Alright, let’s take this into the office, and we can go over everything. Little Fox, do you want us to tuck you into bed first, or do you want to stay up with us?” I lead everyone in the house and make our way to the stairs.
“I’ll go tuck her into my room, it’s a secured room, and there is no way anyone can make it in there.” I nod swiftly and lead David and Jason to the office after giving Nyx a kiss and saying goodnight.
Jason is roughly six-foot tall. He is all lean muscle and no tattoos.
He is one of the few Marines I know that isn’t covered in tattoos.
He has auburn hair that is curly on the top but clean shaven on the sides.
He is the youngest of our bunch, in his mid-twenties.
Only served 4 years before his knee was blown out.
Still kick ass in hand to hand combat. I wouldn’t want to face him in a back alley.
I sit down at my desk in our main office.
Hutch has his set up in his bedroom, but this is the office we use when we have meetings here.
Two large oak desks sit side by side. Mine just has my laptop sitting in the middle with my filing cabinets along the wall.
Hutch’s desk has two large monitors that he can hook his laptop to.
The office is painted light gray, and the only thing that hangs on the walls, behind the desks, is each of our honorable discharge certificates, and in front of the desks is a painted mural of the Devil Dog Security logo.
Both of my men take their seats in the chairs across from our desks. As we settle in, Hutch sulks back to the office, not thrilled to have left Nyx in his room. He flops in his executive desk chair and starts pulling up his computer.
“Alright, my girl-“
“Our girl.” I correct Hutch.
“Ok, fine. Our girl is lonely and cold in my bed. Can we speed up this little chat so I can comfort her and make sure she isn’t having nightmares?”
“Yes, pretend you only want to go back to her just to keep her safe in her sleep.” I roll my eyes at him before turning to face David and Jason.
“Okay, so Nyx’s apartment has been broken into twice.
There was a message spray painted on this house and we have received a package here.
We have no idea who could be behind these.
We believe there may be more than one, but the only thing caught on camera is a man in a hoodie.
Or what we assume is a man based on the frame of the person. ”
Hutch turns one of his monitors around to show the handful of videos we have captured of the person or persons.
In all the videos, the stalker is in a dark-colored hoodie, and baggy jeans.
In the brighter daylight, they are in a hat with the hood pulled-up, in the dark, it appears to just be the hood pulled up to obscure their face in the shadows.
“Sir, not to sound like a dick, but what exactly are you looking for us to do?” David asks. “I can’t hack, even if I could, Hutch is the best computer guy we have. Jay and I are more suited to being bodyguards.”
“You can always speak openly with us, David. So what we are looking for is just a couple guys here at night, you two will be the primary guys on the job. We will find a couple more to back you up, but you guys will have the final say. This is your new project.”
“Ok, let’s just get through tonight so you guys can go to your girl.
We can figure things out for sure tomorrow.
” Jason says so matter-of-fact. These two don’t seem fazed at all that we are both dating the same girl, and I appreciate it.
That is one less thing for us to worry about while we are dealing with this shitshow.
“Sounds good. Keep your head on a swivel. I’m almost positive we won’t see this asshole again tonight, but don’t let your guard down.” I give them the rest of their instruction.
We finish up here, and do a quick walk around the house before we head inside and back up to our girl. I’m sure I’m not going to sleep well tonight. My demons are simmering just under the skin. I sent Hutch back to his room with our girl. I will sit out here and guard them both.
Nothing is more important than them.