Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Knight
“She is fucking badass, Knight. Look at her move! No wonder you’re sporting that black eye.” I let Spector’s guys laugh it up.
They can’t wipe the grin of pride off my face as I watch Jenna leading a row of women on the mats. She is teaching them how to break an attacker’s hold from behind. She moved with the grace of a dancer but struck with the accuracy of a cobra.
I’ll need to get a snake patch for her cut.
“I don’t like that one.” Spector points at one of the women sitting on the floor watching the class.
“Why?” I ask, tapping a few buttons and zooming in on the face, but it doesn’t do a thing since the poor thing is hiding under a hoodie and behind her knees.
“I don’t know. Too still. They’ve barely moved. Scared women fidget, shake, something. This one is too still. Like a statue. Like they aren’t even breathing. Get me a manifest of how many women came from the shelter tonight.” Spector starts barking orders as I watch the woman.
He’s right.
“Boss, shelter is reporting eight women.” I quickly count and slam my hands on the counter.
“Then why are there nine?” Spector curses as I move for the door.
“Wait. Don’t give up this advantage. We have eyes on them all. Once class is done, if they move on to Jenna, we can grab them.” I grind my teeth as I stare at him.
“You want me to sit and watch you use my old lady as bait?” He looks at me with no emotion on his face.
“Sit, stand, I don’t give a fuck which. Just stay out of my way. We are taking this advantage no matter how pissed off you’re getting.” I leave the room before I haul off and deck him in the jaw.
I stay in the shadows of the hallway so I don’t spook the women.
Jenna holds the classes here because it’s an all-female-run gym.
We got special permission to be here because of the circumstances, but we all had to promise not to be seen or heard.
Knowing that is the only reason I don’t march my ass into that class and grab whoever this interloper is by the throat.
That and it might trigger the women, plus cause me another black eye from Jenna.
“Great class, ladies! Practice these moves for next week.” Shit, I hurry back to the security office and close the door just as the ladies make it into the hallway.
“Cutting it close, asshole.” Spector doesn’t look away from the camera feeds with his arms crossed.
He’s put on his holster and two Glocks plus an ugly-looking knife on his thigh. He looks ready for war, and it’s all to protect my girl. Fuck.
“Bite me.” His lip twitches, but he knows I forgive him and understand.
I don’t have to like it at all, but seeing his plan is already in action, I can only hope he’s ready to deal with my actions if anything goes wrong.
“One hair on her head, Spector.” He nods as he points at the only woman left in the gym with Jenna.
“Move in.” Jenna is approaching the one on the floor, who suddenly jumps up and grabs her around the throat.
My girl quickly reacts and has the fucker on the mat with a knee in their back. Their left arm is twisted at an angle that I know has to hurt. All before Spector’s two men ever enter the camera frame.
“Well, guess she didn’t need our help.” I slap his shoulder, enjoying the look of disbelief on his face.
“She’s a nurse?” he asks for clarification.
“Mmhmm,” I open the door and walk into the gym where the hoodie has been ripped off the fucker’s face and grin at my girl.
“Evening, Lawrence, I hear you want to bleed my old lady.” I get in his face as the color drains out of his.
“Ol, old lady?” I nod with my lips pursed.
“Yeah, so my question for you is this. How do you plan to make this right with my club and avoid a war? Cause your President doesn’t seem to know how a phone works.” He starts to buck wildly and manages to kick himself free and burst through the front glass window.
I grab Jenna and cover her with my body as glass shards fly everywhere.
“FUCK! Go after him!” I scream as the commotion in the gym gets louder.
“Delay!” Spector says.
“What the fuck?” This man is truly testing my god damn nerves tonight.
“No offense, VP, but let me do my job. My man got a tracker on him.” I’m dumbfounded at how calm they all are.
“Until he fucking changes out of the outfit. You think he’s rolling up at his clubhouse, disguised as a girl?” I run my hands through my hair as Jenna checks me over.
Shit, I grab her face when I see a drop of blood roll down her temple.
“As if I would do anything so juvenile as drop an apple dot in his pocket. No, my men jabbed him with a nanotracker. Good for thirty days in his bloodstream. Unless he bleeds out before that time, I’ll know anywhere he is on this planet within a three-foot radius.
” He lifts a tablet in the air and shakes it at me.
“I want his head on my desk within twenty-four hours.” I kiss the cut on Jenna’s head, and she grabs my shirt, pulling me down to her level.
“Troy, no.” I shake my head and thumb the blood off her cheek.
“He hurt what is mine. He will never get that chance again.”