I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I don’t dare reach for it, but I know my message was received.
“You little slut. You will give me what is owed to me, or you will pay the price yourself.”
The man moves to come around the counter, but before he can, Jagger bursts in. He punches the guy before he pushes him to the ground, pulling a gun from his waistband.
“Get up, you filthy piece of shit. You dare try to come in and harm someone protected by the Saint’s? Are you dumb?” Jagger screams at him.
It shocks me to see him so angry. Jagger is usually the jokester, the one always making everyone laugh. I didn’t think he could take anything seriously.
“Hey, are you okay?” Sloane asks, pulling me back into my office and shutting the door.
I can hear Jagger talking still, but I focus on Sloane.
“I think so,” I whisper, my voice shaky.
“Answer your phone. He is going to keep calling,” she tells me, indicating my vibrating phone.
I pull it out, seeing Mac’s name.
“Hello?”
“Jane, are you okay? What’s wrong? No one is answering. I’ll head back right away,” he barks into the phone.
Hearing his concern has my own nerves settling a little bit.
“No. You don’t need to. I’m okay,” I tell him.
“You sound shaken up. What happened?” he demands.
“A man was here and said we stole money from him. Jagger has him. Sloane is in the office with me. We are okay,” I reassure him.
“I’ll kill him,” he promises.
“You don’t have to kill for me. Jagger is getting rid of him. Everything will be fine.”
I only wish I believed it myself. My nerves are shot.
“Smoke is on his way. You wait in the office with Sloane until he gets there, and you call me if you need to talk. I’m going to call Jagger and see what’s up. You promise you are okay? He didn’t touch you?”
Mac cares about me. This proves how much he cares. He called when he got that ping. Not only that, but he offered to come back.
“I promise. He didn’t touch me. Never got the chance with Jagger here. I didn’t know he could move so fast,” I joke.
I hear him let out a relieved breath.
“Good. Stay safe. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
He hangs up before I can say goodbye. I look over to Sloane to see her also hanging up the phone.
“Gunner checking in. Mac pulled the whole convoy over to call you,” she tells me.
“What?” I gasp.
“Yeah. Seems he got the notification and didn’t wait for permission. He pulled over and started psycho dialing you, not even waiting for anyone else to notice he was gone. They had to backtrack to him.”
“That’s a little excessive. He knew Jagger was here,” I murmur.
“That’s a Saint’s Outlaw man for you. Better get used to it.” She winks at me.
