Chapter 4 #3
“I’m getting dressed, but I’m almost done. I should be leaving my house in about ten minutes.”
“Cool, our staff is already there. They have already secured all entry points, and everything looks to be good for now. I have to get back to this job but call me and let me know how things go when you make it home.”
“I got you,” I replied before ending the call.
Once I was finished getting dressed, I walked out of my closet, turning off the light behind me.
I slid my wallet and phone in my pants pocket and grabbed my keys, walking out the door, on my way to pick up Saniyah.
I typed the address into my GPS the moment I got into my SUV.
I wasn’t familiar with the neighborhood she lived in, but I was thirty minutes out and didn’t want to be late to the job.
I pulled up to her old brick building slowly and placed my car in park.
Saniyah lived on the east side of the city, and to say this was the hood was an understatement.
I kept the engine running as I reached over to the glove compartment, grabbing my gun and placing it on my lap.
I then placed a call to Saniyah, letting her know I was outside.
My eyes scanned the area automatically, noticing a couple of men standing on the corner.
I placed my hand on my gun, ready for whatever.
I always stayed ready, so I never had to get ready.
A few moments later, one of the apartment doors opened, and Saniyah walked out.
I opened my door, stepping out, gun in hand, as she moved toward my SUV.
She looked beautiful in a black dress that accentuated every curve she had.
Her hair was parted to the side and curled perfectly.
Saniyah looked beautiful every day at work, but tonight, she looked amazing, and she walked with a confidence that turned me on instantly.
I opened the door for her, and she slid into the seat effortlessly. She smelled wonderful as her scent entered my nostrils. Once I was back in the car, we pulled off. It wasn’t until I merged onto the freeway that I placed my gun back into my glove compartment.
“You look nice,” I finally spoke, glancing over at her quickly.
“Thank you, so do you. I can’t lie. I’m a bit nervous. This is unlike any job I’ve ever had.”
“Just think of it as a business dinner. All you have to do is say hi and be pleasant, but most of all, pay attention. I’ll do the rest.”
Saniyah nodded her head and sat back in the seat as I continued to drive.
We pulled up to a huge gate about twenty minutes later, with two guards standing out front.
I didn’t recognize the guards, so I knew they didn’t work for Blackline.
However, I didn’t think twice about it as I figured the client wanted his own men at the gate.
Rolling down my window, one of the men stepped up, and I gave him my name, while the other looked over the guest list. Once he found my name, the gate opened, and I drove through.
I continued down the curved driveway toward the massive estate.
The mansion was huge with cream colored stone exterior, tall windows, and a valet standing outside ready to park your car.
This screamed money, and I was starting to understand more and more why this client needed our services.
I placed my truck in park and watched as the valet approached.
Sliding down my window halfway, I let him know that I was going to self-park.
Nodding his head, he pointed to a parking space, and I pulled into it effortlessly.
I never trusted the valet service when I was on a job.
I stayed ready so that I never had to get ready.
So, in the event that I would ever need to leave quickly, I would keep my keys.
Opening my door, I stepped out before walking around to the passenger’s side and opening Saniyah’s door.
I scanned the area before locking arms with Saniyah and walking up the steps toward the wide double doors.
We walked in and were immediately greeted by a tall white woman with long blonde hair that she had brushed back into a low ponytail.
She wore the same black slacks and black button up shirt as every other worker there.
Crystal chandeliers were hanging overhead, the light bouncing off the marble flooring.
The woman showed us to the grand ballroom, where the other guests had gathered.
The moment we stepped inside, we were both handed a glass of champagne from one of the several servers walking around, carrying trays.
“Relax, you have to walk the room like you belong here,” I whispered to her, noticing her nervousness.
She looked up at me and smiled shyly before nodding her head.
We walked farther into the room, and I noticed three of my men walking around with trays of hors d’oeuvres.
There were dozens of guests talking and sipping from glasses as I scanned the room.
The guests were all dressed in tailored suits and designer dresses, and Saniyah and I fit right in.
I kept my eyes on everything, not knowing where the real threat was coming from.
About fifteen minutes later, we were being shown to the dining room for dinner.