“What are you…”
“Look, we want to start with this assignment, and you are wasting our time,” Dag states. “Now, give us her address and we will be on our way, then you can go back to berating your PA.”
I can see the man isn’t used to being talked to like that, but he isn’t stupid. He won’t try his highhandedness with us again.
He stretches out his hand for his phone. “I need my phone. The address is on there.”
Dag places the phone back in his hand, allowing him to find the address. “Thirty-two Augustus Road,” he states.
“Why did you move her there?” I ask, curious to know if there was a threat involved and why she was moved to that area. I know Augustus Road, and I wouldn’t exactly call that area upper class.
“Me? Move her? No, it wasn’t me. She’s an ungrateful bitch. Told me that she was moving because the house I got her was pretentious and she didn’t need a five-bedroom house when it was only her living there.” He shakes his head. “Can you believe that?”
Looks like this actress won’t be as bad as I thought. Maybe we can have a relaxed time while we guard her. I hear footsteps outside and know that we have company. “Security is approaching,” I grunt.
Dag nods, quickly standing up from the chair. “I would say that it has been a pleasure, but I would be lying,” Dag says, following me towards the entrance of the room.
I hear Mr. Taylor murmur something in anger, but he doesn’t stand up.
“There are two,” I whisper, more to myself than to Dag as he can sense them as well as I can. I’m an air bender, therefore the variation in the air has me sensing its movement when someone disturbs it. Dag’s an earth bender. He feels the vibrations on the ground which would have alerted him to the approach of the two security guards, too.
Stepping into the corridor, I turn to face the two men approaching. “Stop right there,” they say. I could easily disarm them in the blink of an eye, but it would create more trouble than necessary. I shouldn’t have knocked the receptionist down, but it was too tempting to resist. Tor is going to have a fit, but the look on the receptionist’s face was worth it.
“Relax, the guy is fine we just had a meeting,” Dag says, inclining his head towards the room.
“Mr. Taylor? Mr. Taylor, are you okay?” one of them calls out.
I hear the agent approach the door. “Gentlemen, what is going on?”
“Sir, these men accosted our receptionist, are you hurt?”
The agent shakes his head, coming to a stand before us in his flowing robe—such a pompous, slimy man. I hate working for people like him. If Tor didn’t promise to rip out our balls if we messed up this arrangement, I would tell this asshole to keep his money.
“Put those guns down, they were just here for a meeting. I will make sure to compensate your receptionist.”
The men look at each other, then one of them nods while pointing at us. “But, Sir, please understand, we ask you to please refrain from inviting these gentlemen here again.”
Mr. Taylor raises his hand in peace. “They were just leaving.” He looks over his shoulder at us. “Weren’t you?” he says, gesturing his head towards the exit. The asshole thinks he is saving us.
I feel like punching through his pompous face. Walking past him, I make sure to bump one of the security guards on my way out. I see him tense, but he thinks twice before attacking me. I’m not a small man, if anything, Tor and I are the tallest among our men. People are usually reluctant to approach us. As bikers, people automatically expect unruliness, which in our case they will get.
Walking out of the hotel, I see Eirik leaning against his bike in an outwardly relaxed stance. “You took your time,” he mutters when we approach.
“Missed us?”
“The Desperados have been snooping around here,” Eirik states as I sit on my bike. “Looks like they’re after someone, too.” The fucking Cape Town gangs are always up to no good, and no matter how much we try to stop them, it just seems like they grow an extra leg and branch out somewhere else.
“Well, we know where the actress is. Let’s leave the Desperados to someone else,” I grumble.
I’m on edge today. All I want to do is get to this actress, make sure she’s protected, and relax. I’m fucking tired of fighting. Tired of the constant knowledge that evil is out there—evil that is always searching for another victim. No matter how much we fight, there is always more evil to find. That’s why I need to find my mate. She’s the only one that can bring me peace. There have been too many long years of loneliness in my past. No matter how many women I sleep with or how many parties I attend, I find no excitement in them anymore. I’m just exhausted.
When Ulrich found Anastasia, I must confess that I was jealous. At first, I felt sorry for him when I saw him fighting the bond between them, but then when I saw their connection grow, I felt a gap in my life—a gap that only a mate can close. Shaking my head, I grunt, picking my helmet up from the handlebars to slip it on.
Dag starts his bike then sits back as he slips on his helmet. When mine is on, I lean forward and start my bike. The familiar roar of the motor is pleasing to my ear, the drum of the motor vibrating through my body.
Dag pulls off first, and Eirik and I follow. The ride to the actress’ house is short, therefore, we were there in no time. We pull up outside a typical Cape Townian, one storey house. The outside walls are bright orange, with a white strip across the top, everything about this place screams that she is trying to integrate into the community as a native, but there is nothing normal about this woman, if the comments I heard from the others are anything to go by. Climbing off the bike I grunt as I look around, but the neighbourhood seems pretty standard. What is she trying to do, hide among the middle class as one of them?
I feel a bolt of static rush through my body as I approach the door. What the hell is wrong with me today? I swear I need a holiday away from everyone. As soon as this assignment is over, I’m telling Tor that I’m taking time out.