"If this guy is rich, I might be screwed." There were a lot of things I could fight, but a millionaire megalomaniac wasn't one of them.
"Hey." Abe grabbed my chin again. "I'll keep you safe, Danny. I may not know my way around a computer like you do, but fighting and keeping people safe is what I do. It's what I'm good at. I got this."
I wanted to believe him.
Desperately.
I was scared he didn't understand just how evil Atkins really was. I was terrified of the man. He'd ordered Michael's death as if the young student had no value. He could have been a bug on the windshield.
"Trust me, Danny."
I didn't trust easily.
I stared into Abe's dark brown eyes and found myself slowly nodding. There was just something about the man that set me at ease.
It was weird.
My breath hitched when Abe's thumb rubbed along my jaw line. My heart rate picked up. I crossed my legs when my cock hardened, hoping the bigger man didn't notice. Strong, muscular men like Abe didn't like little pipsqueaks like me. I'd had that beaten into me enough times to know it was the truth.
"I should…I should make that video copy for you…for the police, I mean. If you want."
God, I was a moron.
Abe's dark eyes twinkled as he smiled. "Okay, little man. Do your magic."
I hated when Abe dropped his hand and stepped away. I wanted him to continue touching me. I wanted him to touch more of me. I wanted him to touch me all over and allow me to touch him.
What I wanted was insane.
I quickly turned toward my computer so Abe couldn't see the flush that filled my cheeks. The low chuckle I heard told me that was a lost battle. Hopefully, he wouldn't see how much he affected me, or at least not mention it.
I brought up the video I'd recorded of the two men breaking into my house and trashing it then copied it to a disk that Abe could give to the authorities. I included the video of their car parked in the alley, complete with close-up of their license plate.
As an afterthought, I added the video I'd taken of Professor Bradley knocking on my door, talking to my tenant, then walking down the street and getting into the dark-colored car, the same car that had been parked in my alley.
Maybe the police would see the connection and arrest the professor. They could toss him into a cell right next to Atkins.
"Did you call the police about Michael being shot?"
"No," I replied as I turned to look at Abe. "I ran home then called Ian. He told me to stay in the bunker, so I did. I didn't go out until those guys broke into my house."
"You didn't call the police while you were waiting?"
I shook my head. "I knew I should have, but I was too busy making sure my shift back at the lab wasn't recorded."
Abe scowled.
"I made sure there was no record of me being in the building after I left the first time, which was over ten minutes before they shot Michael."
"I wouldn't mention anything about Michael to the police, not just yet."
"You don't want me to tell the cops I witnessed a murder?"
"Not until we need to. If it comes up later, you can always tell them that you were in fear for your life if you told anyone anything. There is no law that says you have to report a crime."
"Yeah, but I don't want to be one of those asshats who keep their heads buried in the sand while people around them get hurt or killed. I barely knew Michael, but he had a promising future ahead of him in the gaming world."
I blinked rapidly when tears formed in my eyes. I turned away so Abe couldn't see me lose it. I might not be a warrior like he was, but I still didn't want the man to see me fall apart. "They had no right to kill him."
