Chapter 21

21

GENESIS

B reaking the news to Havoc about what's been going down at his MC left a bad taste in my mouth. I could see it plain as day—the violence in his eyes. He wanted to tear the visitor's room apart. The only thing stopping him was the threat of having time added to his sentence. Knowing what he does now, you can bet your balls he wants out of there as fast as humanly possible.

He agreed to take over as president. I knew it was mostly to stick it to his brother and old club. Fuck, I'd do the same in his shoes. But something tells me that won't be the only revenge he gets on them.

When we left, Blade seemed just as bothered by it all as me. When I told him I was heading this way to see Amity, he asked to come along, wanting to try to make up for being a dick. I didn't know what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn't this shitshow.

"We do security, and if you want us to look into it, we can," Blade tells the director.

"Actually, that's perfect," he says. "I need someone on Monica, and if G's already here to see Amity, no one will question it. It should make moving around the set easier for you," he adds, like it's already a done deal. From the look on Blade's face, it pretty much is.

"We'll pay well—and extra to keep it quiet."

"We know how to be discreet. You okay with this, darlin'?" Blade asks Monica.

She looks up at him and nods. "I feel safer knowing he's here. The cops have been useless. They won't do anything until the guy actually kills me."

"Stalking laws have changed a lot over the years, but they still have a long way to go," he says, squeezing her arm, the bag in his hand crinkling.

"Crap, I forgot to give Amity her food."

"I'll take it to her. I need to head to wardrobe anyway," she says, holding out her hand for the bag. She takes it from Blade and looks at me, all the cockiness from the other day gone. "What do you need from me?"

"I need to know where you are at all times. I can't protect you if I don't know where you are."

"What about when I'm not on set?" She rubs her free hand up and down her arm.

"I'll post a prospect outside the hotel," Blade answers for me.

She nods absently. I don't know if she even knows what a prospect is, but I guess it doesn't matter as long as she knows someone's got her back.

"Okay, thank you." With a quick nod to the director, she heads to wardrobe.

"I'm going to call the studio to give them a heads-up, then I'll draw up a contract for you to look over. If you're happy with the amount and signing an NDA for anyone in your club, we can transfer the money to you later today."

"Sounds good." Blade holds out his hand, and they shake before the director yanks his phone out and walks away.

I look at Blade, who's holding his hand up.

"It's easy money, and it keeps the reporters and cops from crawling all over town."

"I get that, but why me?"

"Because, like he said, you've got a valid reason for being here. Sure, some of us could swing by, but you could be here every day without anyone raising an eyebrow."

I let out a sigh and look up, wondering why the universe is fucking with me lately. "Fine," I say, looking back at Blade. "But if she turns back into a spoiled diva once the shock wears off, I'll be tapping out, and you'll be taking over. I don't give a fuck if it pisses off the President of the United States."

He raises a brow, knowing I'm full of shit.

And that's how I end up the disgruntled bodyguard to a Hollywood star.

After the first two weeks, we fall into a groove. I try to spend as much time as possible with Amity outside of work, but when I'm on set, all my focus is on Monica.

I did some digging, and just like the cops, I came up empty. The letters are full of utter shit, providing next to no information. They're all sent from different cities across the country. Some are flirty, others straight-up threatening. It makes me wonder if we're dealing with someone who's got more than one personality.

"Hey." I turn at the sound of Amity's voice.

She's been cool about this whole thing, but I can tell she's not thrilled with me hanging around Monica. She doesn't give me shit about it, but I still feel like a dickhead when all I want to do is be with her. How can I convince her to stay when I spend most of my time with another woman?

"Hey, gorgeous. You done for the day?"

"Yep. In fact, I have the next two days off."

"Let me talk to Blade and see if he can pull someone else in. It would look weird if I was here and you weren't."

"I won't say no to that."

"Genesis!" Monica calls, making me curse.

Catching the look on Amity's face, I frown. "What's wrong?"

She blows out a shaky breath. "She calls you Genesis?"

Her soft words land like a blow. Fuck.

"She refused to call me G, and I couldn't handle her calling me Mr. Biker one more time."

It's a shitty excuse, and we both know it. She offers me a quick smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes.

"I'm going to head back to the campground. Nevaeh's out getting groceries, so I want to beat her back."

"Okay. I'll be over as soon as Monica's done here for the day. Pack a bag; I want you to stay at the clubhouse with me tonight."

She nods, and I lean down to kiss her forehead.

"Hopefully, I won't be long."

"I'm not going anywhere, G. Just text me when you're on your way so I'm ready."

"You got it."

She walks away, and my eyes drop to her ass. She pauses, like she can feel my eyes on her, and I look up, but instead of finding a smile, she's frowning.

"What's wrong?"

She points at the door of the RV—the door that's ajar. "I didn't leave it open."

"Stay here while I check it out."

She doesn't argue as I discreetly pull my gun and move toward the side of the RV. The windows are too high to see in, so I press my ear against the metal paneling, but I don't hear anything.

I shake my head at Amity and head inside. I pull the door wide and hold the gun out, ready in case some motherfucker jumps out at me. I sweep the RV from one end to the other, checking the bathroom and even the closets, but it's empty.

"It's clear, Amity," I call out, and she pushes through the door just as I'm putting my gun away.

"Anything look out of place or missing to you?"

"Not that I can tell. Let me just have a look around."

She follows the same route I did. I keep my eyes on her and the door, just in case someone decides to fuck with us.

"No, everything looks the same. I don't think anything's been taken, but Nevaeh will have to double-check and get back to you."

I wince, hoping like fuck that laptop she rarely leaves home without is with her; otherwise, we're going to have one very pissed-off Tinkerbell on our hands.

"Maybe you just didn't close it properly when you saw me outside, overcome by my good looks," I joke, but she doesn't laugh.

"I'm pretty sure I did, but I didn't check, so it's possible." She shrugs. "This stalker thing must have me more paranoid than I realized."

Pounding on the door has me pulling my gun and yanking it open. Monica freezes at the sight, and I curse. I lower my gun and notice the letter in her hand. "Shit."

I put my gun away and grab the letter from her. Amity steps back, and I frown at her, but Monica starts crying, pulling my attention back to her.

"It's like they knew the second you left me," she sobs.

"They don't know I'm here for you. So they probably just saw an opportunity and took it." She looks at me, tears streaming down her face.

"Calm down," I tell her gently. "While you're on set, surrounded by everyone, you're safe, and I'm always close if you need me."

She nods and wipes the tears from her face as I pull the letter from the envelope.

My dearest Agatha,

I saw that look in your eyes today. You didn't notice me watching, but my eyes are always drawn to your beauty. You looked sad today, and I wanted to sweep you into my arms and make you smile.

Soon, my dear, we won't have to hide our love from prying eyes. I long for the days when your lips are on mine and my cock is buried deep in your cunt.

The countdown has begun, lover.

Fuck, that escalated quickly.

"He's here, isn't he?" Monica whimpers, and I look up to see the fear in her eyes as she rubs her hands up and down her arms.

Shit. Now I feel guilty because I'm supposed to be here to stop this shit from happening, and all I can think about is Amity.

I turn my head to look at my girl with an apology in my eyes, but she shakes her head.

"It's fine. You do what you have to. This asshole needs to be caught, and fast. I'm going to be hanging out with Nevaeh for a bit anyway, remember?"

"Right. I'll call you when I'm done."

She nods but doesn't move, and I stand there staring at her.

"I live here, so you two are the ones who need to leave," she reminds me.

"Right. I must be losing it."

"We've all got a lot on our plates. Don't sweat it. You okay, Monica?" Amity asks gently.

Monica looks up at her and nods robotically. Amity looks at me with a worried frown, but I shrug. I'm a bodyguard, not a therapist.

"Come on, Monica, let's get you a drink and fill Stefan in," I say, motioning for her to leave. I look back at Amity. "I'm gonna make it up to you later by spending an hour eating you out."

"You're just doing your job."

"Are you saying no?"

"Do I look insane?" she says, looking at me like I'm the crazy one, making me smile.

"If I say yes, can I tie you to the bed and play doctor?"

She bites her lip, mischief lighting up her eyes. "Maybe. I'm no actress, though," she murmurs, moving closer until she's right in front of me. Then, in a move that has my mouth dropping open and my cock going rock hard, she grabs her leg and does a standing split.

"But I do my own stunts."

She's trying to kill me, but damn, what a way to go.