SHEIKH'S SURPRISE BABY: A Sheikh Romance (56 page)

He rubbed his face with a hand, as though he could wipe away the shame, but it was still on his face, clear as anything. It made her want to hold him and make the world fall away.

“To top it off, I knew I couldn’t get a job otherwise. Your dad’s offer was nice. I’ve had time to think about how I reacted, and I’m sorry. Tell him I’m sorry, okay? I get what he was doing, but at the time, I was just so lost in my despair. I was furious that I needed his help, which made me want to refuse it on principle. If I was going to be worthy of you, worthy to myself, I needed to get this fixed myself. So, I started working for a guy that promised me a lot of money.”

Saundra reached across the table and took his hand. “Come home, Miles. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together. I’m not mad, I just want you home. Please.”

He looked at her hand and gave it a squeeze. She could feel his fingers shaking in her grip.

“I can’t. It’s too dangerous. We can’t be together. It’s too big of a risk.”

“What are you going to do? You can’t live the rest of your life like this.”

“What else can I do?”

She looked at him, and when he raised his eyes to meet hers, she held his gaze. “We come at him sideways.”

Miles’ heart hammered in his chest more fiercely than it had ever beat before. It was a struggle to keep his breathing slow and steady, and to sit in the passenger seat of that car and pretend like nothing was going on. He was having such second thoughts about this whole thing, but he was committed. He couldn’t back out now.

“So where are we going tonight?” he asked as casually as he could manage.

“You’ll see.”

“What’s the job?”

“You seem out of sorts,” Boss said, glancing over to him. “Feeling all right?”

“Yep, I just want to know what to expect.”

“I’ve always appreciated that about you. You’re a man that likes to prepare. That’ll do well for you in the future. Keep your head on straight, and you’ll go far in this business.”

Miles gave a sardonic laugh. “The business of beating people up for money?”

“What?” Boss asked, laughing. “Of course not. I’m talking about business. Really, this kind of mentality can be applied to any business venture. Not just what we’re doing.”

Damnit! Miles needed to get him to specifically say what they were doing, but he couldn’t think of how to get Boss talking without making it obvious that’s what he wanted.

“So,” Miles tried again, “you still never answered me.”

“We have a silent partner that’s invested a substantial amount in our growing upstart. We’re going to speak with him about his investment and repay him for his trust in us. He’ll be pleased to see us.”

Miles looked out the window, and bite the meat of his thumb in frustration. They drove for what must’ve been a dozen blocks before Boss spoke again.

“Miles, you really seem out of sorts. Are you still wanting out of our little agreement?”

“Yes,” Miles said quickly. Possibly a little too quickly. If he could get Boss to threaten him or Saundra again, that would be just as good.

Boss gave a slow exhale. “Tell you what, since you don’t seem to be feeling well, how about I drop you off at home? I can handle the investment meeting alone. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, and we’ll do one last job. Do that for me, and we’ll call it even, and your debt to me will be forgiven.”

Debt? That’s what he was calling it now? Miles didn’t owe him a damn thing! Still, this could work. “All right, what’s the job?”

“I have some goods coming in from… out of town. I just need you to stand there and look pretty. It’s important for my partners to put faces to their contacts. Can you do that for me?”

It wasn’t anything terrible like Miles was hoping for, but hell, if Boss really was going to let him out of this just that easy, he’d be a fool not to take it.

After getting the info for the meetup, Boss dropped him off at the bar where his bike was parked. For the first time in a while, Miles was feeling hopeful.

The next day he arrived at the warehouse location. The police were already setup all around him. The idea was to get Boss’s confession on tape. That didn’t work, but the next best thing was to catch him in the act of buying some illegal goods, which was what they assumed this was. All Miles had to do was play it cool, and when they had him in the act, the police would rush in and take care of business.

Miles nervously walked into the space. It was cold, and empty. Water dripped somewhere, splashing into a shallow puddle and echoing in the harsh space filled with nothing but gray, sharp lines.

In the middle of the room, amidst the empty shelves and broken crates, was a chair. On that chair sat a phone. It rang. Miles gave one last cursory glance around and went to the phone and answered it. On the other end was a long, deep sigh.

“Miles, buddy, I warned you,” Boss said. In the background, Miles could hear a muffled voice, feminine and afraid.

“Please,” Miles begged. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, we’re way past sorry. If you want to see her again, alive, and in a single piece, you better book it to the address I’m texting you. Come alone. If I see one little piggie piggie, I got off her hand one finger at a time.”

The call ended, and Miles sprinted from the warehouse. The cop in his earpiece tried to talk to him, but Miles dug the piece of technology from his ear and threw it away. As he hopped onto his bike, a few cops came out of the woodwork to try and stop him.

The motorcycle roared to life with a ferocity like what he was feeling inside, and the tire smoked as he peeled out. Like a bat out of hell, Miles weaved through traffic toward the address Boss had given him. There were no cops to pursue him.

The address was an empty office building. When Miles pulled up, two guys with guns grabbed him.

“Any cops?”

“Do you see any?”

They sneered at him, but pushed him into the office. There he found Boss, four other armed guys, and Saundra tied and gagged on a chair.

“Saundra, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks for coming,” Boss said, smiling, looking as casually satisfied as a cat with a mouse. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve asked you here today. You see, we’re downsizing. I appreciate your years of service, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to let you go.”

“Let her go,” Miles said. “You have me, okay? Just let her go.”

“Oh, buddy, no. That’s not how this works. You both know far too much. I have to kill you both. But remember, this is all your fault. If you’d just done what you were told instead of trying to get clever…”

Boss came around behind Saundra and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Will you let me say goodbye, at least?” Miles asked desperately.

“Here she is,” Boss said softly beside her and held up a pistol. “You’ve got ten seconds.”

“Saundra,” Miles said, taking a step forward, but one of the men grabbed him and held him back. “I’m so sorry…”

His eyes flickered around him, making note of where everyone stood.

“… if this doesn’t work.”

Bringing his elbow up, he broke the nose of the man holding him. The others immediately turned their guns to him, but he spun and put the man between him and the shots fired.

Saundra screamed through her gag as she slammed her head into Boss’s face and then threw herself – the chair included – into the man closest to her.

Miles grabbed the gun out of the dead man’s hand, shot the man beside him, then fired at the two farthest away from Saundra, so that he didn’t risk a shot going wide and shooting her as well.

A white hot rod of metal punched through Miles’ gut, followed by another, then another. The pain was blinding. Dropping the gun, he fell to the ground. His entire world was awash in agony.

There were screams, more gunshots, and then black boots raced past him. A force not of his own rolled him over, sending electric pain through his whole body. His head rested in Saundra’s lap, and she looked down at him with blood sprayed across her face.

“I’m so sorry,” he said.

“No, Miles, stay with me,” she said, stroking the side of his face.

“I loved you,” he said, blackness claiming the edges of his vision. “I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too,” she said before starting to sob. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry,” was all he could think to say before the blackness claimed him entirely.

Saundra walked, bleary-eyed through the hospital hallway. The floor was almost entirely empty that late at night. The bag in her hand crinkled as she walked, the sound echoing against the neutral white walls. The smell of cleaning chemicals blocked out nearly all others.

She was so drained, she almost couldn’t feel anything at all anymore. As she walked by an open doorway, she glanced inside to see an older gentlemen with some family sitting around him. It didn’t look good. She quirked her mouth in a slight frown, but couldn’t muster more than that. She just didn’t have anything left.

When she reached the door, she pushed against it with her hip and backed into the room. Miles looked over from his bed.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked her, and smiled.

She climbed onto the bed with him, careful of his IVs and snuggled against him. “I missed you.”

He put an arm around her, groaning softly, and nuzzled his head against her. “I missed you too. It’s so late.”

“Be nice to me,” she said, and lifted the bag she’d been carrying. “I brought frozen yogurt.”

“Oh, yummy. You win.”

She gave him a kiss and sat up, pulling the tray around in front of him.

“Glad to see you’re putting the reward money to good use,” he said, and groaned as he sat up.

“Be careful, will you?” she scolded and hit him with a spoon. “You were shot three times, stop moving.” She handed him the white Styrofoam cup and a pink spork. “The results came back, by the way. Negative. The kid isn’t yours. They’re throwing out the whole child support case against you.”

Miles sighed and lolled his head to the side as though he died again. Watching him go limp sent a shock of terror through her again as she remembered when he’d done that in her arms. It took the paramedics working through the whole way to the hospital just to keep him alive. Through some miracles of modern medicine, they were able to pull out the bullets and keep him alive.

“That’s a relief like no other,” he said.

“Mhm,” she said, pushing aside the residual fear. “And I spoke with daddy, and the job offer still stands. I said you’d think about it.” Saundra fixed him with a very firm and pointed glare.

Miles smiled at her and licked his spork. “Tell him I accept, and I’m grateful for the opportunity.”

“Good answer,” she said cheerfully.

They grinned at one another and clacked the necks of their sporks together and continued eating in a peaceful silence.

“Saundra?” Miles asked, setting down the frozen yogurt.

“Hmm?” She put hers down and folded her hands in her lap to give him her undivided, but he took up her hands in his and held them as firmly as he was able, considering his wounds.

“Will you marry me?”

“Miles,” she breathed. “The medication must be really heavy.” She made a show of checking his IV.

Miles laughed and nudged her with his knee. “I’m serious. You were with me through everything. No matter what, you’ve stood by my side. Let me make it worth it. Let me make you happy every day for the rest of our lives.”

Saundra leaned forward and kissed him. “Of course yes.”

He grinned and kissed her again. She leaned back and picked up her frozen yogurt again. “Now eat before it melts, dammit.”

He grinned and they did just that.

THE END

Nyla Lexington stood outside of the biker bar with the bright neon signs, and flashing lights. Unsure if she wanted to go in, she hesitated. She could smell the smoke from here, she knew this wasn't a place she'd ever run into her ex-husband, as he preferred higher-class bars and clubs.

Having her divorced finalized a couple weeks ago, she knew it would take some time before she emotionally got over everything, legally it was done. She was a lawyer, she knew how these things worked, but she wanted to do something risky and reckless tonight to celebrate as a moving on thing.

She always did everything right. She graduated high school with a good GPA, went to college and got her law degree, then got married. Her husband had been another lawyer in the law firm where she'd worked for almost ten years, a seven year marriage, down the drain.

He'd cheated on her with at least three clients that she knew about, four secretaries and goodness knows how many other females outside of the work place he'd been intimate with. She was just thankful she hadn't contracted any S.T.Ds from him, or had children with such an ass.

For once, she wanted to do something out of character, and fun. She'd always liked a bad boy and a man in leather. A biker bar seemed like a good place to pick up a hot man who had an edge of danger.

Apparently marrying a man who'd pretend he was an angel was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Disgusted that she hadn't seen through it earlier, or seen the warning signs before she married him, she couldn't blame anyone but herself.