“If they’re determined enough, they’ll find a way to get in. And what if you’re home next time? What if things escalate and they become violent?” Roarke gave her a sympathetic look. “I know this is scary and nobody wants to believe they’re not safe in their own home. But we can’t ignore what happened. I have a friend who owns a private security firm in Dallas. I’ve spoken to him. He’s sending a guy out. He’ll be here tomorrow.”
She narrowed her gaze. “That wasn’t your call.”
Roarke’s face grew cold, and his voice was low as he spoke. “This is my club, and you’re one of my subs. If you won’t or can’t see to your protection, then it’s up to me to step in.”
“It’s up to all of us,” Alex added.
She should have protested more. She might belong to Club Decadence, but that didn’t mean she belonged to them. But it was nice to have someone watch out for her. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone was concerned about her.
She chewed her lip. “A bodyguard will get in my way. He’ll touch my stuff. He’ll mix up my routine. I can’t let that happen.”
“What about if he just assesses your security system for a start,” Alex offered. “He can put in some cameras, maybe figure out how this person is getting in and make some recommendations then we’ll take it from there.”
She guessed there wasn’t any harm in getting this guy’s opinion.
“Fine, I’m not agreeing to a bodyguard, but I will agree to let him look at my security.”
***
Tiny walked through the airport. Damn, he hated flying. The seats were so cramped, there was no room for his legs, and his bulk meant he invariably spilled over into the next seat. He should have just driven.
He looked around for his ride. He hadn’t met Alex before, but he was a friend of Derrick’s.
Gray had given him an overview of the job. Sounded fairly simple. Assess the client’s security and beef it up.
Tiny spotted a well-dressed man, standing off to the side. People walking past, sent him admiring looks. Those same people gave Tiny a wide berth and wary looks. Yeah, he knew he was a scary looking bastard with his crooked nose and the scar on his face.
“Tiny?”
He nodded at the guy in the suit. Just as he’d expected. “Yep.”
“I’m Alex. Thanks for coming. Do you have any bags?” Alex asked.
Tiny just held up the duffel he’d carried onto the plane with him. “I’m only here one night.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see.”
Tiny frowned when he didn’t elaborate. As far as he knew, he had his orders.
He followed Alex out to the parking lot. Alex slid into a late model BMW. Tiny raised his eyebrows at the expensive ride. Wasn’t what he was used to. Even if he had the cash for a vehicle like this, he wouldn’t buy one. Waste of money. All a vehicle needed to do was get you from A to B. Who needed leather seats, a backup camera, and working air?
Although working air wasn’t a bad thing. Having to drive with your windows down on the motorway wasn’t much fun.
“So, Tiny? Is that what you like being called?”
“It’ll do.” He didn’t answer to his real name.
“So, I feel I should warn you a little about Reagan.”
Tiny glanced over at the man, wondering at the tension in his voice. He waited.
Alex tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, obviously agitated. “Reagan’s a little different. She can be difficult. She doesn’t trust easily. She agreed to let you upgrade her security system, but I’m hoping once you speak to her she’ll let you stay with her for a while. I’ve booked you a hotel for tonight.”
He’d planned to stay in a hotel tonight, anyway. Hopefully, he’d have time to visit Jacey. He’d met her when Black-Gray had been hired by Derrick to guard her when she was under threat from her ex-husband.
Now there was a bastard who’d died an easier death than he should have.
Alex gave him a harried look before turning back to the road. “Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I don’t like any of this, and I don’t think a security upgrade is going to help that much. I’m hoping once she meets you she’ll be okay with you sticking around for a while. Provided I can get your boss to agree.”