Page 33 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

PB looked at me, apologetic as hell, but all I could think about were the neighbors. They had to have heard all that noise, and I knew it was only a matter of time before somebody called the police.

“Nourah, I’m sorry ’bout all this shit. I don’t know how she knew I was here, but the last thing I would ever wanna do is bring drama to your front door. I’m not that kind of nigga.”

I placed my gun down and put my hand against the bridge of my nose for a moment, closing my eyes.

“I know, and I’m not trippin’ about that, but… she tried to shoot you?”

I opened my eyes, and he walked over to me, grabbing my hand.

“I’m good, love.”

“Yeah, but that could’ve ended badly, Princeton.”

“Look, I don’t wanna leave like this, but I gotta go. Lock your door behind me.”

“Wait… but… what about the police?”

“Muthafuckas are probably too scared to open their doors and shit, so even if they get to knocking on doors and asking questions… you ain’t see shit, just like them. You feel me?”

I nodded. “Okay, well… where are you taking her?”

“Somewhere she can calm the fuck down without putting anybody else in danger. Rah Jr. is downstairs with the driver. I gotta make sure he good.”

He cupped my face and looked directly into my eyes.

“I’m sorry, love. I swear I ain’t know she was coming here.”

I sighed. “Just go handle it.”

PB kissed my forehead before leaving, and I quickly closed and locked the door.

I stood completely still in the middle of my living room.

“What the actual fuck?”

A few minutes later, sirens could be heard somewhere in the distance.

Iwas still shook by the time we pulled up on the property, my jaw locked so tight it was starting to ache.

This spot wasn’t even one of my regular houses; it was one of the residences my company kept for clients, witnesses, employees, or whoever needed somewhere private and secure to lay low for a minute. I never thought I’d be the one bringing my own baby mama through them gates.

Two of my guards walked her in ahead of me, one on each side of her, just making sure she didn’t try anything stupid between the truck and the front door.

She was still going off, mascara stained on her face from crying so hard, her eyes and nose red as hell. But what the hell was she crying for? She was the one who tried to end me.

“Get your fucking hands off of me,” she snapped, twisting her shoulders away from them. “I’m not a child.”

They eased up off her a little, but they walked her straight over to the couch anyway and sat her down. She dropped onto the cushion.

I had Rah Jr. in my arms, so I carried him back to one of the bedrooms, laid him down softly in the middle of that big bed, and covered him up. I sighed hard and shut the door most of the way, leaving just a crack of light so he wouldn’t wake up scared in a room he didn’t know.

When I walked back out into the living room, Paisley was sitting there with her arms crossed, glaring at the two men still posted a few feet from her.

“Give us a minute,” I told them.

Phil looked at me. “You sure, boss?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Trust me.”