Chapter 33
CALLUM
Ihave been coming into the office with Dee and Graham just to get a feel for what I would be doing. I have run a few odd jobs here and there for them, but nothing is set in stone. Graham has been trying to get me to just sign on with them. He has been very dedicated to it.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see a text from Nyx. What the fuck?
Nyx: You’re closer. Get to Ky’s work now!
That is a weird text, but all of a sudden Graham and Dee are grabbing guns and tucking them into the back of their pants. My brother throws one at me, and we are out the door.
Making our way to the dealership that Kyra works at only takes a few minutes, but it’s still too long. As soon as we set foot into the Service Lane, a worker walks up and ushers us back to her office.
“This way. Mike’s been causing a damn fuss. So glad you could make it.” The small, older lady directs us down the narrow hallway, and I see a wooden door with her name painted on it, in bright colors. Leave it to her to make everything in her life bright. Then we hear it.
“You are a little bitch now. What did that boy do to you? Do you let him inside your sweet little cunt? Does he make you come?”
His voice grates on my every single fucking nerve. How dare he speak to her like that, and about me, nonetheless? Her response makes me smile, though, but I swear she is trying to get herself killed.
“He can fuck me better than you ever could. At least I come when he sticks his dick in me.”
Demitri makes it to the door before me, but it’s locked. I push him out of the way and kick the door in. My bad knee screams in protest, but I refuse to leave her in this man’s presence for any longer than necessary.
“Men like you are why women would choose the bear. Unlucky for you, though, I didn’t get my bear tag this year, so you’ve just become my prey.” My voice didn’t even sound like my own.
It’s like I am a man possessed. Maybe I am possessed.
Kyra’s light can do that to a man. Mike stares at me slack-jawed, and in that moment Graham enters the room and sets the douche down in the seat I’m sure he occupied before we barged in.
He proceeds to tie him to the chair. Arms strapped to the armrests with handcuffs, and his legs to the chair legs with spare rope we found in the truck.
“What are you doing here?” Kyra looks at the three of us in shock.
“Nyx called in a rescue.” Graham laughs.
“Although I’m not sure how she knew he was here.” Demitri glares at the offending asshole. If I weren’t practically raised with that man, the look on his face would terrify me.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Mike screams out. Pulling at his restraints.
I lean down in his face, so close I can smell his disgusting breath. “Do you want to tell me what you are doing here? In Kyra’s office, nonetheless?”
“Ahh, it all makes so much sense now.” The evil grin on his face makes my blood boil.
“For someone tied up at our mercy, you have a lot to say.” Dee chimes in again.
“You’re just as hung up on that pussy as I a-“ Before he can even finish his sentence, Kyra has charged around her desk and slapped the shit out of him. Hitting him so hard that it makes his head spin to the side, and it splits his lip.
Holy fuck, those classes are doing her well! That was so hot! Gather yourself, Cal, now is not the time for a boner.
She steps back away from him, and her body is trembling.
I am not sure if it’s fear, adrenaline, or something else, but I really don’t want her to go through this alone.
Pulling her small frame into my body, I give her just a small touch of support, and her bright green eyes meet my ocean blues for just a split second.
In that second, I remember why her distance has hurt so damn much.
“Cal.” Her voice so quiet I can barely hear it over Mike’s fucking groaning.
“Sunflower,” brushing the stray hairs back off her forehead. “Do you want us to let this shit bag go, or shall we throw him in the bed of the truck and take him home with us?”
Her eyes light up before a look of concern crosses her face.
“How do we get him out of here without the whole dealership seeing?”
“Let me handle that, babe!” Nyx’s voice appears out of nowhere as she walks into the office.
“Nyxie!” Kyra squeals, before running to her best friend and giving her a hug.
“Give me just a moment. Demon, babe, will you untie this pond scum?” She looks so cutely at Demitri, and he nods his head before he starts to release Mike from his restraints. Once Mike is standing again, Nyx roughly turns him around and slaps her own cuffs on him.
“You can’t arrest me. I did nothing wrong.” Mike cries out.
“Well, you stirred up quite the commotion here, Mr. Ashman. You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” Nyx leads him by his handcuffs to her Police SUV and shoots us a wink.
Graham and Demitri start looking at the state of the office door that I kicked in, and I grab hold of Kyra. Turning her to face me, she fiddles with her hands in front of her. She refuses to look up at me again, and it breaks my heart.
“How do you want to handle this, Kyra?” I place my finger gently under her chin and tilt her head up to look at me.
“Well, Nyx just arrested him, so we can’t do anything to him.” She gives me a touch of the sass she was showing Mike. At that moment, all four of our phones ding with an incoming message.
Nyx: Meet me at the house.
Graham: OMW!
“You heard my Little Witch, she is taking him home.” Graham practically skips out of the dealership and out to the lot where Dee left his truck.
The smile that lights up Kyra’s face could melt the ice caps, and it definitely warms my heart. Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I walk her out to her Jeep and help her into it.
“See you back at the house, Sunflower.” I decide not push my luck with giving her a kiss, so I close the door and head over to where Dee and Graham are waiting.