Page 91 of The Protection Agreement
“Well, I appreciate you working with us,” I say.
“You’re welcome.”
I hang up and turn to Wolfe. “Cole A is on board. Have the team ready to partner with his guys. Tell Malik I need every angle of that club, and run scans on all faces. We need to stay alert. We never know what we might find.”
Ice and the guys are ready. The ladies had planned to pick up Jola, but I insisted she meet up with them. I need her in a separate car with Smith and Ice. She’s dressed in sequin black tight pants and a blue corset top with short sleeves. Do I like the way the pants cup her ass and show too much cleavage? Absolutely not. But she’s happy, and that matters, so I let her go. Even with my heart pounding, I kiss her and tell her to have fun.
Smith and Ice know they cannot let Jola out of their sight.
Malik and I stay on the cameras. I have my guys at every exit, plus strategic spots in the club, and extra coverage with each of Cole A’s team. I watch as she’s introduced to Cole A, and she has a full fangirl moment. The joy and the smile on her face make me want to thank MAK later. She’s laughing and having fun with the ladies. A server hands her a birthday hat and confetti, then I see them bringing out a cake.
“Zoom in on all angles,” I tell Malik.
The ladies are laughing and enjoying themselves when the DJ suddenly shouts out.
“Let’s give a shoutout to the birthday girl with Cole A. On the count of three, I want everyone to shout happy birthday to this special lady.”
Fuck.
“Boss, what do we do? They’re about to put her in the spotlight,” Smith says.
“Put your sunglasses and jacket on her now,” I shout, just as the DJ starts counting.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
Anne jumps in front, with Ice standing behind her, and the crowd shouts.
“Happy birthday!”
Anne waves to the crowd as confetti flies everywhere.
Jola has her back to the light, with Smith’s jacket on her. The crowd is cheering. Jola blows out the candle with the other ladies. She’s happy.
Malik is running a scan on faces. I’m not sure what we’re looking for, but the system suddenly starts to blink. It’s the guy from London, the one who used to get information from the stroller lady. How did he know to be here? Unless they’ve already found her and are now following her. As he moves, I catch the tattoo on his neck. I know it’s him. Rage fills me. He’s the one who raped Jola.
“Ice!” I call out
“Yes, boss?”
“The guy from the street in London is in the club. They’ve found her. Get her out, discreetly.”
“Got it, boss.” Ice confirms
“Malik, stay on that guy. Do not lose him. Send his picture to Wolfe and James.” I instruct
“Yes, boss.”
“Wolfe?” I call out
“Yes, boss?”
“The picture you just got, he’s coming your way. Stay on him. Do not lose him.” I tightly state
“Got it, boss.”
