Chapter Two
Grey walked out of the house to see his driver, Saul, opening the back door of his car.
“Darian sent you an address?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m calling in a few more guys.”
“I’ll get you there, sir.”
Grey patted his arm. “Oh, I know that, and you’re also a great bodyguard. I just need to look a certain way.”
Saul smiled. “Yes, sir.”
Grey ducked into the car, took out his phone, and called his head of security, Walsh. He explained what was going on, and the man promised to have a car waiting for them down the street from the address.
“Thank you.” Grey relaxed back and planned how he would deal with the situation. He went through the slim file Darian had given him about the guy he would see and the character he was supposed to play. He’d have Saul come in with him, and when Grey found the girl, he’d hand her to him as he dealt with the prick.
His phone buzzed, and he looked down to find a text from Darian.
By the way, I’m going to call him in about half an hour. He’ll want to take my call, which will give you a chance to get her out.
Got it,he texted back.
And try not to kill him yet.
Grey rolled his eyes. He was such a fun hater.
He saw one of his other cars waiting for him, and then it pulled in behind them. Perfect, so far.
They parked at a huge house. Not as big as his, but still impressive. Saul opened his door.
Grey stood and straightened his suit as he looked around. From what he could see so far, he’d have to deal with one guy at the door and a few cameras.
“Saul, come with me when we’re inside. Stay by the door. I might have to hand the girl over to you to take to the car.”
“Yes, sir.”
When he got to the front door, it was opened by another guard. No butler that he could see.
Grey stood in the foyer and acted like he was waiting impatiently, looking at his watch and scowling.
“Where is your employer?” he asked the guard.
“I’m right here,” a man called out cheerfully as he walked toward him with a smile.
“Don’t make me wait again,” Grey said with a growl. He was satisfied with the shadow of fear in the man’s eyes. The man was short and slim, and he might have been considered handsome if not for being the monster he was.
“I’m so sorry. My name is Armani Fowler.” He held out his hand.
Grey shook it. “I’m Thomas Whitehill. Now, tell me why you needed to see me and why we couldn’t just talk over the phone.”
“I like to do business in person.” Fowler waved his arm to a living room off to the side. “Let’s have a seat and a drink.”
Grey looked at his watch again. “I don’t have a lot of time.”
“I won’t take up much of it. I promise. I think you’ll be interested in what I’ve got to say.”