Page 113 of Chains
Chains swept his lips over her forehead. “I think the loan shark met up with the guys. People do stupid things.”
“Do you think he shot at them?”
“Probably. Anyway, he won’t be back.”
“I know he would’ve killed me if you hadn’t come when you did. I can’t believe Bret put me in such a dangerous situation.”
“Yeah—I need to talk to him about that. And in the future, if you’re gonna stay late at work and no one else is here, let me know and I’ll hang out with you.”
Autumn snuggled against him. “I love you.”
“Me too. I gotta teach you some street smarts, woman.”
“I’m already learning.” She shuddered.
“That’s what’ll keep you alive.”
Two bikers walked in and glanced at her then turned their attention to Chains.
“You need us to clean shit up?” a man with blond hair and blue eyes asked.
“Clean up?” Autumn said.
“You hit the guy in the head pretty good, baby. You don’t want your staff seeing blood in the hallway and your office,” Chains replied.
Autumn’s face fell. “That’s right. What am I going to say to them… to Mark and Marian? This is awful. Should we call the police?”
“No badges,” the blond growled.
Chains cupped the sides of her face with his hands. “We’ll handle things, darlin’. Don’t worry about it.” He looked at the bikers. “Do you want me to help out?”
“Nah, we got this. Diablo and Shotgun are out back,” said one of the men—this one had dark hair.
“I owe you,” Chains said as the men bumped fists then retreated behind the reception area. Are you ready to go home?” he asked Autumn.
“Yes. I’ll go get my things.”
When she walked into the office, she saw four bikers who immediately stopped what they were doing and waited for her to gather up her files, coat, and purse.
“Thank you,” she said before leaving the room.
The men grunted and she quickly walked down the hall, grimacing when she saw the trail of blood on the shiny floor.
“Do you have an extra key?” Chains asked. “The guys will need to lock up. Write down the code to the alarm so they can secure the building when they’re done.”
“Okay. Are you sure we shouldn’t call the cops?”
“Positive.”
She handed Chains a piece of paper with the information about the alarm system and a spare key from her ring. In less than two minutes, he was back. He put his arm around her and they walked out into the night.
When they arrived at Autumn’s house, she was still spooked from the events of the night. It was like she’d been wound up real tight and hadn’t been released.
“You need to calm down,” Chains said as he brought over a bottle of wine and set it on the table.
“I’m trying,” she said softly. “I’ve never had anyone pull a gun on me. This whole thing is surreal.”
“Let me get you a glass and grab a couple of beers. I’m hungry as hell and pizza sounds real good.”
