Billionaire Bodyguard - Kendra Mei Chailyn Page 0,11

mean, if you’re dating, you’re dating.”

“Maybe she was married.”

“My brother wouldn’t be dating a married woman.” I huffed.

Hermes said nothing to that. But when I looked over at him, I could tell he wanted to say something. When he didn’t, I exhaled and looked under the bed one more time. Usually, when people cleaned, underneath the bed wasn’t high on their list.

Pulling out my phone, I turned on the flashlight and used it to see better. The space there was relatively clean except for one thing that glinted in the light.

“Um—Hermes?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s something under here.” I told him.

There was a grunt, then a creak and the bed lifted in the air. Stunned, I looked up to see Hermes had palmed the foot of the bed and had lifted the entire thing up so I could reach the thing that had caught my attention.

Shaking myself, I rushed forward, grabbed it and rolled away so he could put the bed back. He gritted his teeth and hunched down like a power lifter. Once the bed was safely down, I looked in my hands to see what I’d grabbed. “It’s a chip of some sort.”

“Here, let me see.” Hermes extended a large palm. “It’s a chip—from a phone.”

“It could be from them or any number of places.” I told him.

“We should go.” Hermes told me. “We’ll check it. But for now, we should get out of here.”

Getting out of the hotel was easy enough. We climbed into the truck but the moment we got in, Hermes was glancing in his rear-view mirror.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” He offered a smile. “Seatbelt.”

We stopped to pick up some food, and all the way he kept checking behind us.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I insisted. “And don’t tell me nothing.”

He frowned. “We’re being followed.”

“Are you sure?” I shifted to look back, but he grabbed my arm.

“Don’t look back!” Hermes snapped.

He checked his mirrors, switched lanes and sped up. I leaned toward him to look into the sideview mirror to find a black car sticking to our tail. I muttered a profanity under my breath.

The chase carried us through the downtown core, zig-zagging through traffic with horns blaring at us. We zoomed around streetcars, along side streets to avoid traffic.

The Hellcat handled like a dream, taking corners perfectly. The other vehicle barely kept up, but it was there, even as Hermes turned down an alley with graffiti on both sides of the walls.

Then the bullets rained.

I screamed.

“Keep your head down!” Hermes hollered, slamming his foot down on the gas, propelling the vehicle faster.

But there wasn’t much space, especially with the restriction of the seatbelt. With bullets whizzing around, I pushed, forcing the seatbelt to expand then used my arms to cover my head.

The madness went on for a while until the momentum of the vehicle switched. There was a low screeching then a bang. The car jolted to a stop and I looked up in time to see Hermes pulling the gun from his holster and shoving from the car.

“Stay here.” He ordered. “Keep your head down.”

“What? You can’t just…”

“Not the time, Tianna.” He barked.

He slammed the door and I watched as his body went from angry at me to war-mode. There was a way soldiers carried themselves in certain situations that told me they were prepared. It was only then I realized the car that had been chasing us had flipped.

Hermes hefted his gun, holding it in his right hand with his left hand, cupping it. He moved quickly for his size, covering space to the car rapidly. When he was close, a bullet shattered the windshield of the overturned car. Hermes sidestepped and fired two shots through the glass.

He eased around the side, while pushing his foot through the window. He disappeared and I stopped breathing.

There was an eternity between him disappearing and popping up again. This time, dragging a body away from the vehicle then dropping it. The man on the ground tried reaching for him but Hermes merely stepped on his hand. The two of them were speaking to each other. I was too far to hear what was being said.

Again, the man lunged for Hermes who set a heavy foot in the center of his chest and planted him back on the ground.

The far-a-way wail of sirens caught my attention and I groaned. I unclipped my seatbelt, dragged myself across the middle and fell into the driver’s seat. I started the ignition and flipped a U-turn. I sped to where he was, just as the sirens grew