Page 8 of Her Noble Protector
This was it.
“You’re hurting me,” I whispered.
“Shut up, bitch.” The man pressed the metal tip of his gun into my stomach.
“I-I can pay you more than what the bounty is offering.”
“Shut up!” He hissed in my face.
I turned my head and closed my eyes tightly. Fear consumed me. I had never been so scared in my life. It wasn’t until this moment that the threats had become very real.
Where was Noble?
As if he could hear my thoughts, Noble appeared from what felt like thin air. He pulled the man off of me and hemmed him up against the wall. His arm pressed into the man’s throat as the gun fell out of the assailant’s hands.
I couldn’t control my thoughts as I watched Noble and the man go back and forth. Noble looked sexy as hell as he fought the man. His muscles were deliciously large.
And then . . .
A warm liquid sprayed across my face. I blinked as I watched the man fall limp onto the floor. My eyes widened. My heart nearly popped out of my chest.
“W-what . . . d-did . . . oh my God.” I couldn’t form a sentence. I couldn’t think straight. My hands shook with fear as I watched the life leave the man’s eyes.
At the sound of my voice, Noble stood and looked over at me.
“Sunni, go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. Wait for me to come get you. I’m going to get him up and out of here before someone sees him. Okay?” Despite the severity of the situation, his voice was gentle as he spoke to me.
I nodded.
Following his directions, I went back into the bathroom and grabbed a hand full of paper towels to scrub the blood from my face and hands. How did no one see this? How could Noble take care of a dead body in a crowded ass club?
The reflection of my blood-covered face in the mirror made the tears finally fall from my eyes rapidly. I couldn’t see anymore. I blindly scrubbed my face and prayed Noble would be back soon to get me.
I wanted this night to be over.
I wanted to go home and sleep.
I wanted to wake up tomorrow and this would all be a terrible dream.
“Sunni.”
The sound of Noble’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. He was standing beside me, and I didn’t even have the energy to tease him about being in the women’s restroom. Instead, I silently followed him out of the bathroom and through the back door.
“What about my girls?” I asked as he ushered me into the back seat of his car.
Noble waited for me to get comfortable before he replied, “I called a ride for them so they can all make it home safely.”
I didn’t say another word. Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest and stared blankly out the window.
Visions of the man lying dead on the club floor haunted me the entire ride home. Even after I climbed into the shower and allowed the steaming hot water to rain down on me, I still couldn’t get the images of him out of my head. My hands shook through my entire shower. I’d thrown the expensive customized wig into the trash. I could never get the memories attached to the wig out of my mind if I continued to have it in my collection.
After my shower, I pulled on my pink silk bonnet, moisturized my skin, and tugged on a pair of boy shorts and an oversized T-shirt. I climbed into bed and checked my notifications.
All of my girls had flooded the group chat, but I didn’t feel like talking to them. Instead, I clicked the notification with Noble’s name and picture.
Noble:
You good?
