The Alpha Bodyguards Books 1-3 by Sybil Bartel

Author:Sybil Bartel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: SCANDALOUS, MERCILESS and RECKLESS
Publisher: Sybil Bartel
Published: 2021-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

“JESUS FUCK.” I YANKED the steering wheel to the right. “She drives like a goddamn race car driver.”

“That’s because you’re chasing her,” Sawyer calmly retorted. “Ease back. She has a minor in the vehicle.”

A minor. I wanted to fucking throat punch him. “I know who she has in my truck.” He was my kid, and it wasn’t just any goddamn vehicle she was recklessly driving.

“If you give her some distance, she won’t be compelled to run every light.”

“Let her run them.” Where the fuck were the cops when you needed them? I was keeping up with her, that wasn’t the problem, but Miami PD would go a long way in slowing her ass down.

“It’s counterproductive, is all I’m saying,” Sawyer added.

“Fuck you.”

“Drop back and test my theory if you don’t believe me. If she thinks she’s lost us, she’ll slow down.”

I wasn’t dropping shit, least of all my tail on her. “You choose now to get chatty?” He never fucking talked, unless it was work related. “Why are you even here?”

“You needed backup.”

“Translation, Luna made you.”

“This isn’t work.”

Defying the laws of physics, I cut across two lanes in afternoon South Beach traffic. “Since when do you get involved in anything personal?” The fucker was an island.

“Since I saw the same thing you did.”

I didn’t have time to comment. She turned off the main drag and headed into the residential neighborhood of Bal Harbour. Three years ago, every house here would’ve been out of her price range by at least a few million.

“Fall back,” Sawyer warned, leaning forward. “She’s turning into that driveway.”

I saw. I fucking saw.

A gate slid open on a goddamn McMansion on the water, but that wasn’t what I was staring at. I was looking at a prick in a suit who was standing in the driveway.

A prick who looked familiar.

The gate slid shut as quickly as it’d opened, and she pulled the Raptor up to the asshole.

I pulled to the curb ten yards back from the gate.

The asshole stared at us, but he couldn’t see shit through the limo-tinted windows.

“Who the fuck is that?” I muttered, pulling out my cell to take a picture.

“Shit,” Sawyer drew the curse out, leaning back in his seat.

Sawyer never cursed. “You know him?”

“Drive away,” he warned.

What the fuck? “Why?”

“Now,” he snapped.

Startled, I glanced at him. “Who the fuck is that?”

For the first time since I’d known him, Sawyer looked alarmed. “Nathaniel Xavier Lewis,” he said, enunciating each word.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Sawyer looked at me like he fucking pitied me. “Better known as X.”

“Who the fuck is X?” I yelled, out of patience.

“The cartel’s biggest and best money launderer.”

My heart stopped.

The cartel.

Time stopped.

Money launderer.

Everything went dead quiet and I stared. I stared at the man who’d waited outside my condo three years ago. I stared at my truck. I stared at armed guards patrolling the grounds behind the gate. I stared at the man who was opening the back door of the truck where my son was.

And I got enraged.

Stupid enraged.

I threw open the driver door and I was out of the Escalade before Sawyer could say, “Stop.

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