“You’re tellin’ me.” Tyler snorts. “It’s starting to feel a little cursed.”
“Only if you’re an ex-con, though.” I sigh, taking a sip of my drink.
“You’re sure it’s a hit man they hired?”
I nod. “Pretty certain. Had to be a pro to leave the scene of the accident before the ambulance arrived. I’m positive Brittany picked him up. It was evident she wasn’t happy I survived.”
“And this Loretta…” He perks a brow. “She wants you gone too?”
“We think she funded the hit man,” I confirm.
“So essentially, we’re looking for three people?” Eric asks.
“Four, if you count Loretta’s husband, Elliot. But I haven’t seen him since I arrived. I think it’s mainly those two plus the guy they hired.”
“If he’s a pro, he’s probably equipped to take you out from a distance as well. I’m gonna need to do perimeter checks and go everywhere with you until I find him.”
“Gonna put a damper on your private time with Katie.” Tyler snickers.
Eric shakes his head. “If you’re in her house, I’ll keep watch from the car. Don’t get blue balls on my behalf.”
I snort. “Appreciate that.”
Tyler drives me back to Lawton Ridge. Katie’s with Owen until her mom can watch him this afternoon. We’ve been so preoccupied that we haven’t had much time to work on the house, and it makes me feel bad. I hope to eventually help her get to the point where she can move in. Even though she’s too stubborn to admit it, she’s struggling to pay her rent and mortgage on top of purchasing the materials needed for the remodel. I want to do everything in my power to take some of the stress off her.
When we arrive at Katie’s, Eric gets out of his car and meets us on the porch.
“Couldn’t spring for a hotel?” He chuckles when we walk inside.
“There aren’t any here,” Tyler says.
“This is my girlfriend’s place we’re fixin’ up.”
“I’m just messing with you. It’s fine. I’m not picky.” Eric smirks, looking around.
“We’ll be roomies for a while too,” I taunt.
“I really appreciate you coming here,” Tyler says as I lead Eric to the master room where we’ll be staying.
“No problem, man.”
Two air mattresses are set up with blankets and pillows with a little side table Katie brought over. I plan to bring a mini fridge with drinks and snacks as well.
“So I never got the full story of what happened last year with you two,” I say as Eric unpacks some of his things. “Care to give me the CliffsNotes version?”
“About Victoria? Or as I preferred to call her: Crazy Bitch?” Eric spits out.
“We’re gonna need a few beers for this convo.” Tyler sighs.
“Let’s go to the pub,” I suggest. “Then we can show Eric around.”
Tyler drives, and once we’re inside and seated with our drinks, they tell me the story of the first time they met. It’s a whole side of Tyler I never knew, and I’m shocked as hell when he spills all the details.
The drama that went down with Tyler and his two friends Liam and Maddie is insane. Eric used to work for mob boss daughter, Victoria O’Leary, who framed Tyler for drugs and illegal guns. After he did time in prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Eric asked him to be a character witness in a deposition for his girlfriend's death. Victoria wasn’t happy when she found out Tyler helped in the murder case against her, so she came to Alabama to get back at him. Some shit went down, and she ended up dead.
Just hearing about it gives me chills.
“You know that sounds fake as fuck,” I taunt afterward.
“Oh, shit was crazy even before Tyler got involved. Victoria was a level-ten narcissist and psychopath.”
“Maybe she’s related to Brittany.”
After two days of Eric following me around and sleeping at Katie’s farmhouse, I return to work. It feels weird to be watched, but according to him, he’s had “worse jobs,” and this is nothing compared to what he typically does. He’s over six feet tall, built like a linebacker, and enters a room like he’s ready to kill the next person who dares to speak. I definitely wouldn’t cross him.
“Mornin’, Noah,” Gemma sing-songs when I walk through the front door. Her smile immediately drops when she spots Eric behind me. “Whoa, is that Eric?”
“Hey, Gemma. Nice to see you again.”
Gemma rounds the front desk and gives him a side hug. “You too…I think?” She places a hand over her belly, then looks at me. “What’s goin’ on? He didn’t fly all the way down here just for a quick visit.”
“Hey, guys.” Tyler waltzes in from the back office.
“You care to explain some things to me?” she asks Tyler with her hands on her hips. “The last time Eric was here, shit hit the fan.”
“I’m hurt,” Eric says, resting a palm on his chest over his heart. “I came here just to see you, of course.”
Gemma rolls her eyes. “Nice try. I know my husband and brother well enough to know that’s a bunch of bullshit. You’re here because of Brittany, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Gemma releases a long, agitated breath.
“Thanks for not telling me.” Gemma grits her teeth as she stares at Tyler, then at me.
“I didn’t want you to stress, especially since your blood pressure is already high,” Tyler explains. “The baby needs you to relax.”
“The baby needs its mother to be in the loop so she doesn’t stress out!” Gemma argues.
“I’m, uh…gonna walk around and check out the area,” Eric offers, stepping back. “I’ll be out of the way, though, so go about your day like normal.”
Tyler flashes him an apologetic look before Eric goes outside.
“Alright, Smith has the list of tasks that need to be done today so we stay on track for the grand opening in three weeks,” Tyler tells me.
“I’m on it, boss,” I say, then give Gemma a hug. “Don’t be mad, sis.”
“Don’t give me a reason to be then,” she snaps.
Tyler mouths, “Hormones,” while shaking his head, and I snicker before walking away.
The workday goes smoothly, and Eric’s right, I barely noticed him. He walked around, making a note of the emergency exits, then he checked the alley and the other stores on the block. Since the gym is near downtown, several taller buildings would give a hit man a perfect bird’s-eye view of the area. Eric came prepared, though, and won’t hesitate to shoot this guy if the time comes.
“Ready?” I ask Eric once I say goodbye to everyone.
“Yep. Secured the perimeter and the whole damn block. Now I just need this guy to show up so I can—”
“Arm wrestle him,” Tyler quickly interjects.
Gemma scowls. “I’m not an idiot. I know exactly what Eric’s planning.”
“G’night, sis.” I give her a side hug.
“Be careful. I mean it,” she orders, squeezing me in return.