Page 6 of Her Noble Protector
I scanned her face. Her eyes were low and the usually white part was bright pink. The THC was coursing through her body. She had finished her meal and her drink and had opted to chew a piece of gum as she stared at me.
“I’m thirty-two.”
She snickered. “Damn. When I was in sixth grade, you were going off to college.”
“Not quite. I didn’t go to college.”
“Oh. It ain’t for everybody. What were you doing at eighteen, Mr. Nash?”
“Surviving.”
She licked her lips and leaned forward. Her elbows rested on the table as she eyed me intensely. “Tell me everything.”
Her mint scented breath tickled my nose as I shook my head. “Nah. We should head back to your crib so you can sleep off this high. There’s no way you’re going out tonight like this.”
She grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet. This drink wasn’t nothing compared to how high I can get.”
“We shouldn’t test that while there are people out to kill you.”
She shrugged. “I guess. I just don’t want to stop living my life because of choices grown men made on my behalf. It’s unfair that my father’s legal choices have put my life in danger. Isn’t there a street code about wives and children being off-limits? Why wasn’t that applied to me?”
“You got the short end of the stick. Sometimes life just isn’t fair. Most people in your situation don’t make it out alive, but your father loves you enough to prevent that from happening.”
She gulped. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” I stood and gathered our trash. I emptied the trays into the nearby trash can and placed it on the stand to be retrieved by a worker, eventually.
I returned to the table and waited for her to gather her things before we headed back to my car. Not only was I the bodyguard, but I was also the chauffeur too. I invested a lot of money into the three-row black-on-black SUV. Bulletproof and tinted windows.
There was a modified engine as well. My big body could hit two hundred on the dash without a problem.
I waited for her to get in the back seat before I hopped into the driver’s seat. I turned on the car, and it roared to life. I put her address on my GPS and hit the fastest route. Then, I plugged my phone in.
“Can I pick the music?” Sunni popped up in the middle of the seats. She reached for my phone, but I held it out of her reach.
“No. Sit back and put your seat belt on.” I frowned.
She crossed her arms. “You drive in silence. I want to travel to the solar system and listen to some good music.”
“What’s good music?”
“Have you ever heard of ‘Summer Breeze’ by the Isley Brothers? Let me tell you about how you’ll see the whole galaxy while that plays in the background.”
“I’d like you to stay on Earth. Sit back and ride.”
“Fine.” She plopped back in her seat and crossed her arms.
I pulled out onto the main road. Within a few minutes, her high ass passed out while snoring lightly. She looked adorable with her lips doing a little pout.
I shook those thoughts out of my head quickly.
Focus, Noble.
The club scene had never been my thing. The music was too loud, and there were too many crowded rooms with a bunch of strangers standing too close for comfort. Luckily, Sunni and her friends had gotten a section on a raised platform near the DJ booth. The four of them were tossing back shots left and right since we’d gotten to the leather couches.
The more they partied, the more I realized the whole group was just as clueless and oblivious as Sunni was. She surrounded herself with women just like her in different fonts. They all came from affluent backgrounds and never had to worry about the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
Sunni was the first of her friend group to deal with a danger of this magnitude, and yet she continued to live without fear—or at least that was what she made it seem like.
