Wicked Ties (Steele Security Series)

by Justice, A. D.

  Bull, Rebel, and Shadow each took their assigned locations to guard all sides. Each man automatically covered and protected Noah and Brianna’s flank without giving it conscious thought. Bull’s position put him in the optimal location to catch the lucky garter when Noah shot it into the crowd.

  The surprised and disgusted look on Bull’s face at catching the feminine adornment was priceless. He was such a big, macho man but he had no clue what he was expected to do with the girly garter Noah had just removed from Brianna’s leg. He turned it over in his hands, smirking at the crowd of people who clapped him on the shoulder to congratulate him, though he had no idea why they thought it was such a big deal.

  Brianna teased him, telling him it was the male equivalent of the bridal bouquet. It meant he would be the next male there to get married. He quickly tried to pawn it off on any other single, unsuspecting male but no one would have it. He vehemently argued with his brothers that he would never get married. He had big plans to be a career bachelor.

  With the festivities and fun coming to an end, Brianna and Noah left the shelter and sanctity of the tent and took their exit as man and wife. Their friends and family tossed birdseed onto them as they left. They entered the waiting limousine with beaming smiles, obviously excited to leave for their two-week honeymoon at a secluded resort in Fiji.

  The uninvited guest was still hiding in the shadows, trying unsuccessfully to catch a glimpse of the newlyweds as they walked from the massive tent to the waiting stretch limousine. A giant man strategically blocked every viewpoint of the bride and groom. None of the men moved until the happy couple was safely tucked away in the limousine and the car was then driving away.

  Bull, Shadow, and Rebel exchanged glances and turned back toward the tent and beach area, each man taking a different route and moving with the confidence and prowess of a well-trained reconnaissance team. After a few minutes of the men nonchalantly mingling with the few remaining friends and family members, they made their way around to the backside of the tent. A few members of Brianna’s family were still gathering the last of the wedding gifts as the three men each made their way around to the backside of the tent.

  Their time together in the military made them a lethal machine that could operate without any verbal communication. The way they could communicate and read the other’s thoughts was more than a little intimidating to others. They stealthily moved into position, quickly identified the culprit’s location, and descended. Focusing too much on where Noah and Brianna were, and not enough on the immediate surroundings, the intruder was suddenly cornered by the three intimidating giants. And there was no way out.

  One of the giants spoke first, his voice low and instinctively threatening, “This is a private party. And since I don’t know you, I know you weren’t invited.”

  When the intruder didn’t answer, Bull spoke more forcefully, “Tell me what you want with the bride and groom. Now.”

  “I have business with Noah Steele,” she finally answered, tentatively.

  “Not today you don’t,” Bull responded in an end-of-discussion tone.

  “You don’t understand. I have to talk to him,” she argued.

  “No. You don’t understand. He’s married now, so whatever you think the two of you had once upon a time is long over. You have no business with him now.”

  Confusion etched her face for a moment as Bull’s words sunk in. “Oh, no, it’s not like that at all. I, um, I,” she stammered under his watchful glare.

  “Yes?” he prodded, his irritation and disbelief obvious in his voice.

  “I’m in trouble and I need protection. Noah Steele—he owns Steele Security, right?” she hedged, pressing on with her questions about Noah.

  Bull’s threatening stance toward her didn’t change. He instinctively knew there was more to this lady than she revealed. Her persistence in reaching Noah, at his wedding of all places, was blatant and now she was asking questions to which she obviously already knew the answers. He decided that he would get answers from her and then he would personally escort her from the premises.

  Bull narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and thoroughly examined her from head to toe. He knew from the first glance that she was accustomed to looking and behaving in a more refined manner than her current casual appearance displayed. She wasn’t someone who had lived a life in the criminal element. In other words, she didn’t appear to be very street smart, but Bull never trusted anyone at face value.

  She had long, black hair that was thick and naturally wavy. The natural tan glow of her skin made her mint-green eyes stand out and be noticed. Her lean, muscular frame fit her five-foot-seven height with perfect proportions.

  She wore khaki mini-shorts with a stylish, flowing tank top that showed off her tanned arms and shoulders. Her fingernails and toenails were expertly manicured and she wore the exact amount of jewelry that was considered appropriate but not overdoing it. She was truly a beautiful lady and he would definitely be interested under better circumstances. Interested for a night or maybe two, that is.

  When her mint-green eyes fearfully looked up into his, Bull felt electricity arcing between them. The attraction was immediate but he didn’t trust that feeling. He was never one to give in to sudden impulses, so he mentally shook those thoughts away and continued with what he knew best.

  “I think you know Noah Steele owns Steele Security. But what I don’t know is why you came to his wedding to ask for protection instead of calling his office. The office that has manned phones, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week,” Bull retorted, his Southern drawl more evident now than earlier. He’d learned to hide his accent fairly well, but it was ingrained in him.

  The extra few seconds that it took her to respond told Bull everything he needed to know. She didn’t have an answer for not calling Noah’s business and she had no business being at his wedding. He reached down and took her hand, intending to lead her away. Her reaction was completely unexpected.

  “No, please don’t!” she pleaded as quietly as she could as she resisted his attempts to move her. “Please—I’m really scared.” Her eyes were wide open and darting around the open area, looking for hidden dangers and safe passages. She recoiled into the shadows, trying to stay hidden from sight.

  Bull stopped moving but kept her hand in his. He squeezed it lightly to catch her attention. He knew that look—the wounded look, deer-caught-in-the-headlights look, the near full-blown-panic-attack look.

  ”You really need our help?”

  “Yes,” came the whispered, strained reply. He knew she was simultaneously fighting tears while internally determining whether she would fight or flee. He was leaning heavily to the flight option, if her demeanor was an accurate indication.

  Taking a deep breath and letting it out with an acceptance of resignation, Bull softened his voice, “Alright. You’ll have to come with me and answer a few questions. We’ll figure out how to best help you.”

  Shadow and Rebel silently witnessed the entire exchange. Bull looked at each of them and the unspoken request was conveyed. They surrounded her and walked her to Bull’s waiting Steele Security SUV. Once she was safely seated inside, Bull pulled away from the curb and stole a glance at her.

  She drew her sandaled feet up in the seat, bent her knees, and rested her chin on them. Her arms were bent and also resting on her knees, almost completely covering her face as her eyes darted back and forth from the windshield to the side window. Bull realized this part of her story was true—she was very scared of something or someone.

  “What’s your name?” Bull asked, breaking the silence and making her jump unexpectedly.

  “Chaise,” she answered after several long seconds. Bull noted she didn’t give a last name. “What’s yours?”

  “Bull,” he answered, thinking to himself that two could play that game.

  “I can see why,” she mumbled under her breath.

  Bull chuckled at her bravado, the sound reverberating through his chest, and sai
d, “Let’s start over. I’m one of Noah’s best friends and a long-term employee of Steele Security, Colton Lanier.”

  Bull held out his hand to shake hers while keeping the other one on the wheel. She looked at him for a second before relenting and taking his hand in hers. “Chaise,” she paused and Bull noted that her eyes darted to the Quickie-Mart sign as they passed before she added, “Martin.”

  “Well, Chaise Martin, it’s nice to meet you,” Bull replied, emphasizing her last name and letting her know that he didn’t believe her, but he decided he shouldn’t push the issue any farther. He knew true fear when he saw it and she wasn’t that good of an actress that she could fool him. Her terror was real and he would allow her some anonymity for now—until he felt he had given her enough time to trust him.

  She nodded once in response and let go of his hand to wrap her arms around her legs again. She let out a long breath of exasperation and Bull had the feeling she was about to start crying on him. He didn’t do feelings too well.

  “Want to tell me what’s going on, Chaise?” Bull asked in a much more relaxed tone than he felt inside. He didn’t want to add to her stress and make her start crying, but he needed to know what he was dealing with in this case. He had to keep him and the other men safe, but his main concern at the moment was Brianna and Noah’s safety.

  She started to speak a couple of times but stopped both times before she got the first word out. She studied Bull’s profile, trying to determine what she should and shouldn’t say. He could tell by her rapid eye movement and her increased breathing rate that she was very uncomfortable in his presence. He just didn’t know why that was.

  “Um, Colton, right?”

  Bull nodded. It felt strange being called by his given name but she seemed more comfortable with it, so he would deal with the discomfort for the sake of a client.

  “Colton, I’m scared, okay? Really, really scared,” she spoke slowly and emphasized each word. “I don’t know who I can trust.”

  “But you trust Noah?” Bull asked and noticed how her body immediately tensed even more at the mention of his name. Bull stopped at the red light and turned to look her directly in the eye. “Chaise, do you trust Noah?”

  She nodded her response and bit her bottom lip in apprehension. “Yes, I do. But I know him,” she turned her face away and peered out the side window for a few seconds before adding, “Or, I used to, anyway.”

  Bull clenched his jaws and gritted his teeth. He really didn’t like the vibes he was getting from Chaise Martin about Noah and Brianna.

  “Look, Chaise. It seems like something else is going on here. I told you—whatever you think you and Reaper had together, you don’t. He got married today, and even if he wasn’t married, he’s completely in love with Brianna. I will protect them both from anyone or anything that comes against them.”

  “The light’s green,” she answered, purposely avoiding Bull’s direct comments. Bull stomped on the gas in response.

  “You need to start explaining some things to me, Chaise, or this is the end of the line. You can get out here and call a cab,” Bull stated with finality.

  Chaise obviously believed him because she jerked her head in his direction, her mouth parted in surprise, and her eyes opened wide in fear. “I told you—it’s not like that. I knew Noah when we were in school. He’s a little older than I am, but we were not romantically involved at all. I just didn’t know anyone else to go to.”

  “About?” Bull asked, but before Chaise was able to answer, Bull continued in a stern, commanding voice. “Hang on, Chaise. And keep your head down.”

  Bull jerked the wheel to the right and made a sudden last-second turn. The car immediately behind him did the same and he knew without a doubt that they had a tail. He calmly picked up his cell phone and called Rebel. Chaise had no time to process his command or to even determine if she should be afraid.

  “Black full-size truck, Florida tags, black-out tinted windows. Yeah. Let me know. Thanks, man.”

  Bull’s clipped phone conversation gave Chaise no indication of his intentions or why he was talking about a black truck with tinted windows. His demeanor change was almost imperceptible. The only real difference was now his eyes darted between his rearview mirror and the road ahead instead of trained on her.

  “Colton, what’s going on?”

  “We’re being followed. Rebel is going to shake our tail for us so we don’t call unnecessary attention to ourselves,” Bull answered in a tone that belied the severity of the situation. It was as if she had asked for the time and he was merely supplying her with the information.

  “Shake our tail?” she asked, dumbfounded.

  Bull laughed, “You know, I never really thought about how that sounded until you said it like that. Rebel’s going to make the bad guys lose us in four, three, two, one.”

  Suddenly, another Steele Security SUV darted out from a side street immediately in front of the large, black truck that was tailing them. The driver of the truck barely had time to slam on their brakes to keep from hitting Rebel. With nowhere else to go, thanks to oncoming traffic and Rebel’s SUV blocking the rest of the road, the black truck had to come to a complete stop.

  Bull drove on and watched as Rebel and Shadow exited the SUV and approached the truck with their pistols drawn. Confident the two men were capable of handling whoever was following so close that their tail was immediately made, Bull took Chaise to one of the rarely used mainland buildings of Steele Security.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Securely inside one of the safest buildings in the state, Bull escorted Chaise to a ‘discussion room’ for a little talk. The staff didn’t like to call them ‘interrogation rooms’ because that term immediately created a negative image. These discussion rooms were plush, with comfortable, overstuffed leather chairs and couches, easy lighting, and a variety of refreshments. When they weren’t sure of their guests’ integrity, they found this atmosphere was much more likely to promote information sharing than the old rooms they used in their military days.

  Chaise took a seat in the comfortable leather chair and Bull poured her a drink before taking the seat opposite her. He noticed a slight tremble in her hands as she took the tumbler from him. Again noting that she wasn’t acting, he still didn’t trust her. Her words and actions had shown that she was too invested in Noah and not enough in Brianna. That didn’t bode well with him. There was no way she was a current friend and didn’t know about Brianna.

  “Back to our conversation earlier. You say you trust Noah, right?” Bull asked nonchalantly while keeping his all-seeing eyes fixed on Chaise’s reaction.

  She didn’t make eye contact when she said, “Right.”

  “Then you can trust me. I’ve known Reaper for a long time. We’ve had each other’s backs more times than I can count or even talk about.”

  “Why do you call him ‘Reaper’?” Chaise asked, her voice full of curiosity.

  “Same reason he calls me ‘Bull,’” he answered with a single shoulder shrug.

  “Were you and he in the military together or something?”

  “Yes.”

  Chaise waited for Bull to expand on his tour of duty with Noah. The non-committal answers of his were wearing on her already frayed nerves. She knew he needed to feel like he could trust her, but she needed some confirmation that she could also trust him. After all, she was the one who had people coming after her to prevent her from sharing vitally important and damning information.

  She looked at him expectantly and twirled her hand in the universal sign to keep talking. Bull considered her request for a moment before carefully continuing.

  “Yes, we were in the Army together. He was my Captain and he’s been my friend for a great many years now. I’ve worked for him since the day I left the military and he opened Steele Security,” Bull explained.

  “How many years has that been?” Bull could see Chaise trying to do the math in her head, counting back the years.

  “Six or so,�
�� he answered, knowing full well exactly how long it had been to the exact day, but he would only give answers in approximates.

  Her head nodded in understanding, but her eyes said she was deep in thought, worlds away from the room they were in. She was thinking about the last ‘six or so’ years that Noah has been out of the service.

  “How long since you last saw Reaper—um, I mean Noah?” Bull asked.

  Chaise looked back down at her glass for a second then turned her face away from Bull. Her hand came up and quickly whisked away a tear before she turned back to him to answer. “Um, I’m not sure, much longer than that, obviously.” Her voice was shaky and she actually sounded hurt by just the thought of their length of time apart.

  Bull’s eyes narrowed to mere slits in suspicion. “You know his wife is pregnant, right?”

  Chaise quickly looked Bull in the eye and her mouth was agape. “I - I thought she may be,” she stammered, “but I couldn’t really see them very well from where I was standing. I did notice he kept putting his hand on her stomach. There’s usually only one reason a man would do that,” she finished with a humorless laugh.

  “My soon to be nephew,” Bull said proudly, “or niece. Either way, I’ll be Uncle Bull soon.” All the color drained from Chaise’s face at his statement and her eyes welled up with tears that she quickly tried to stamp down.

  She didn’t know what to say when Bull confirmed that Brianna was pregnant with Noah’s baby. A million different feelings flooded her instantly and she knew his keen eyes didn’t miss a thing. She tried to mask the hurt and regret that filled her eyes as quickly as possible at the thought of Noah’s baby.

  Bull continued, “And the only person who will protect that baby better than me, is Noah himself. And that’s only because I don’t live with them.” He looked at her pointedly to make sure she caught his meaning.