Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Parker
“Eric Noles was murdered in his jail cell this morning,” I said to my brothers as they sat across from my desk.
“Do you think it was random or someone hired one of the prisoners to do it?” Julian asked.
“I don’t know,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair.
“Not to change the subject. But how was last night?” A smirk crossed Roman’s face.
“Fantastic.” I grinned. “But I’m really pissed she snuck out in the middle of the night. When I woke up, there was a note on the pillow saying goodbye and thanking me for a good time.”
“Maybe she’s just not into you.” Julian smiled. “That’s why she took off before you woke up.”
“Maybe you should shut the fuck up.” I pointed at him. “There was something really odd about her.”
“Like what?” Roman’s brows furrowed.
“She insisted the lights stay off. She rides a motorcycle, and she’s a fixer.”
“What do you mean by a ‘fixer’?” Julian asked. “Who does she work for?”
“She works for herself. All she said was that she keeps damaging situations from escalating quietly.”
“That’s odd.” Roman furrowed his brows.
“I don’t know. She was—”
“Was what?” Roman asked.
“Probably the best sex I’d ever had, and I’ll never see her again.”
“Whoa.” Julian chuckled. “The best sex?”
“Yeah.” I leaned my head back and looked up at the ceiling. “Last night stayed with me. I’m still thinking about it.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Hamilton?” My new secretary, Amanda, poked her head through the door.
“Yes, Amanda.” All three of us said at the same time.
“Mr. Parker Hamilton.”
“We know, Amanda. We’re messing with you,” Julian said.
“Oh. Okay. The Ross case has been moved from ten o’clock tomorrow morning to one o’clock.”
“Thanks, Amanda. Why do you have to do that?” I cocked my head at Julian. “You know she’s new, and she’s nervous.”
“She doesn’t have to be nervous,” Julian said. “We’re awesome to work for.” He grinned, holding out his arms.
“Now, back to this Paige woman.” Roman smiled. “Did you get her last name?”
“Did you get the last names of the women you had one-night stands with before Morgan?” My brow arched.
“No. I didn’t.”
“Just forget about her, bro,” Julian said.
I walked them out of my office and stood in front of Amanda’s desk with my hands tucked tightly into my pants pockets.
“Amanda, you can call me Parker. No more Mr. Hamilton. Understand?”
“Yes, Mr.—Parker.”
“Good. And relax. You’re doing a good job.” I winked and went back into my office.
I walked down to Morgan’s office, and she wasn’t in there, so I headed to the kitchen area.
“Hey.” I smiled.
“Hey, yourself. What’s up?”
“I need you to find out anything you can about Eric Noles’ murder this morning. See if you can get the footage from the prison cameras.”
“I’ll get right on it as soon as I get back to my office. Do you think it was related to his crime or just that he pissed off one of the other prisoners?”
“I don’t think he pissed off anyone except his employer, who he flipped on. I wouldn’t be surprised if Adamar Industries were behind the attack.”
“I’ll see what I can find out and let you know.”
“Thanks, Morgan.”
It was seven o’clock when I grabbed my briefcase and headed toward the elevator. My driver, Ricky, was on vacation this week, so I had to drive myself to and from the office. When I stepped into the parking garage, I froze when I felt something pressed against my back—it felt like a gun.
“If you want to live, come with me.” I heard a woman’s voice.
Suddenly, two men appeared out of nowhere and began walking toward us. My heart pounded against my chest, while I broke out into a sweat.
“I don’t know who you are, sweetheart, but you need to step aside,” one of the men said.
Paige
I moved in front of Parker, shoving him back toward the wall. “Stay behind me,” I ordered, my voice sharp enough to cut through steel, and raised my gun, pointing it at the two men.
“Paige?” His brows furrowed.
“Oh, look. Isn’t this cute? She thinks she can—”
“Drop your weapons,” I commanded. “Because make no mistake. I will kill you.”
“Is that so?” The bigger bald man chuckled.
“This chick has a lot of balls.” The other laughed. “Put your gun down, sweetheart.”
“Fine.” I slowly bent down and set my gun on the ground.
“That’s right, little girl.” The bald man smiled. “She’d make a great pet. Don’t you think?” he asked his buddy.
I’d had enough of their mouths as I swiftly kicked both guns out of their hands and slammed my boot into the bald guy’s knee, sending him to the ground as he howled in pain.
The other man fired his gun. I grabbed his arm, twisted it, and shoved him face-first against the hood of the closest car. The bald man on the ground got up, and I pivoted, driving my elbow hard into his ribs.
“You bitch!” he grunted and swung for my face. I ducked low, swept his legs out from under him, and sent him crashing onto the concrete. Grabbing his arm, I bent it back until it broke.
“Stay down,” I shouted, driving my gun to the side of his head, knocking him unconscious. “Let’s go.” I turned to Parker, who stood there, staring at me, eyes wide and jaw dropped.
“Who the fuck are you? And who are those men?” he shouted, pointing at them lying unconscious on the ground.
“Let’s go!” I commanded.
We climbed into my car.
“What the fuck just happened back there?” Parker shouted, turning around and staring behind him as I tore out of the parking garage. “Who were those men? And where did you learn to fight like that?”
“They were sent to kill you.” I glanced at him.
“Me? Why? Who would want to kill me?”
“Elias Dimitri.”
“What?” He shook his head. “Who the hell is that?”
I pulled into his driveway, climbed out, opened the trunk, and retrieved my black bag.
“What is that?” Parker pointed.
“Just some things I may need.”
He unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. While he poured himself a drink, I walked around and shut all the blinds and curtains.
“I need to call my brothers,” Parker said. “And as soon as they get here, you’re going to tell me who the hell you are and what is going on.”