hell from my house. It’ll take me an hour to walk home.” He waved his hand toward the window. “Just drop me off here.”
We were still deep in the inner city, and I didn’t like leaving him on the streets. I was indebted to Fitch, and I always paid my debts. His safety was now my responsibility. I didn’t know too many people who would’ve risked their life for a stranger.
Not in my world.
And whoever had been behind that wheel had been going fast.
Fast enough that they could’ve ended me. Now that Antonio Malkovich was dead, there were men who were trying to take his place. Anyone who came close to taking over either went missing or became the victim of a drive-by, with the perps uncaring who witnessed the shooting.
My partners and I were trying to put an end to the violence, but until there was a successor, things would continue to get ugly.
And I wasn’t letting Fitch out of the car in the middle of this war. Not when someone might have seen his act of heroism the other night. If someone had seen what he’d done, he now had a target on his back.
“Thanks to you I have someone following me,” Fitch said, as if he’d read my mind. “Some guy with slick back hair. Being around you is dangerous, so let me out.”
Fitch wasn’t wrong. Being around me did put him in danger. I was not only a lawyer but a crime boss and a wolf shifter. I sat on the council with three others, and we presided over the other packs in Ridgeview.
We had to constantly watch our backs because there was always someone trying to take us out.
Like the other night.
I was still amazed Fitch had been able to shove me aside. I’m solidly built, and the human, well, he wasn’t in the best shape.
“Then tell me where you live and I’ll be happy to take you home.” I wasn’t budging. Not on this. As soon as I found out where Fitch lived, I was assigning a bodyguard to watch over him.
The news that someone was following him rattled me. Fitch had done a kind act, and now he’d been pulled into my savage world. And honestly, I wasn’t used to anyone doing anything for me without wanting something in return.
Except wanting his hospital bill paid, which was completely understandable. I’d taken care of that the morning after the incident. I had a friend who worked at Ridgeview Memorial who had helped me figure out who Fitch was. I’d gotten a first and last name, but hadn’t thought to get Fitch’s address. I’d just told my friend that, when the bill was ready, to send it to my law firm. I had been done with the matter.
Fitch hadn’t used my business card, hadn’t called or come by the firm and asked for a dime. That, above anything, impressed the hell out of me. His selflessness was rare, and I wanted to protect him.
“Fine.” Fitch gave me a hard glare. I had to fight not to smile. The guy was short, no taller than five six or seven, and a hard look from him just didn’t work. “You can drop me off a few streets over from my house. Is that good enough for you?”
No. “Yes.”
When we arrived on the street where Fitch wanted out, he left the back seat without a word. He slammed the door and started away. I was fixated on the sway of his hips, how his ass looked in those tight jeans, and my dick became rock-hard. I didn’t care that he had a few extra pounds around his midsection. It looked good on him.
“Follow him and get his address,” I said to Andrew, my driver.
“As you wish.” Andrew got out. The wolf shifter would follow Fitch undetected. I had a strange feeling in my gut that the human would need all the help he could get.
Whoever had been following him wouldn’t give up, but I wanted to know the stranger’s endgame. Why was he following Fitch? Was it for leverage over me or to even the score for spoiling his plans?
Whatever the reason, I would find out and make the bastard pay. Absolutely nobody tried to fuck me over and got away with it.
Andrew came back and slid into the driver’s seat. “I have his address. What do you want me to do?”
I was tempted to walk to Fitch’s door and knock on it just to see the shocked