The fist crashed hard into the man’s stomach, visibly knocking the wind from him and doubling him over as he sank to his knees.
That other man made a move for John, but Trevon stepped in and simply lifted the man high into the air and tossed him.
“Ahh!” the guy cried as he landed about five feet away, the pain evident on his face as the color drained from his cheeks.
“Hey, what’s going on? Stop!” the security guard yelled.
John felt bad for the guy. He was just trying to do his job and didn’t know anything about what was going down. But they couldn’t hang around to answer questions.
“You’re coming with us,” John told Trixie.
She didn’t protest. In fact, she grabbed his hand, held on tight, and practically yanked him toward the door.
Outside, the third man who’d stayed behind to watch the entrance saw them come out. He started reaching behind him, as if to pull something from the back waistband of his jeans, but John didn’t wait around to see what it was.
Two quick punches to the guy’s face had him falling back against the wall and sliding down the building into a seated position.
John, Trixie, and Trevon arrived at the awaiting truck at the curb just as a parking enforcement officer was about to put a ticket on the windshield.
“I’ll take that. Sorry about the bad parking job,” John said, grabbing the slip of paper.
“Hey!” the officer yelled.
John didn’t wait around. Once everyone was inside, he peeled out and zoomed down Hollywood Boulevard as fast as traffic would let him.
He needed to get his sweetie somewhere safe.
They were going to the Daddy Guard mansion.
Chapter Fourteen
Trixie wasn’t about to let John out of her sight.
They’d dropped Trevon back off at Auntie Athena’s and then went toward a different side of town, ending up at a big, brown-and-white Tudor-style mansion that was next to a giant, beautiful church called Saint Vincent de Paul.
“This place is amazing,” she said, holding John’s hand as they walked along the driveway and toward the house.
The black iron gate had rolled back for them upon their arrival. Someone was clearly expecting them.
“It’s a cool place,” John told her. “But most importantly, you’ll be safe here.”
“You’re staying with me. Right?”
Before he could answer, the back door bust open and two women rushed out.
“Iris! Lana!”
The three hugged.
“Our Daddies were enroute to you when Trevon called and said John had already handled things,” Iris said.
“I had some help from Trevon,” John pointed out.
“Trevon threw a guy!” Trixie said. “But you should have seen John! He punched two guys! It was like an action movie or something.”
The back door opened again and Ace and Jack came out, along with some other men that Trixie hadn’t met. More women trailed behind them.
“Welcome, guys,” Jack said. “Trixie, honey, are you okay?”
