Her father made sure she was schooled in self-defense, just in case Roarke and Tina found her before she contacted Jo. It had always been a crapshoot.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. We are about to land.” He was adjusting her seatbelt again and confirming the cars were waiting with the other two Enforcers who had come with them. Quin and Jaden felt it would be better to bring along some of their own as personal guards. They had asked for volunteers, and Kurt and Thomas, who were good friends of Marshall's, had stepped forward.
She liked watching them interact, and could see why Marshall was so serious, his friends were completely crazy. Especially Thomas, he was a hoot. She laughed at him when he talked about them growing up. Marshall didn’t seem the type to go to a strip club; however, when Thomas explained the young cat had been arrested for trying to get the strippers to leave and turn their lives around, she nodded . Yep, that was her seriously sweet mate .
She felt the wheels touch down and she felt a little zing go down her spine. Just as she was analyzing what had happened, Marshall turned to her and helped her out of her seat. They stood and went down the steps of the plane, one Enforcer in front, and one in back. Marshall was in front of her so she couldn't see who was waiting for them at the bottom. She could see two black SUVs with tinted windows parked on the runway and the whole place seemed to be deserted except for them.
As they reached the bottom, Marshall turned to take her hand and she smiled at him. She glanced toward the SUVs and saw a man exiting who was dressed in a dark suit. He was tall, he had to be around six foot three or four, the same height as Marshall, and he had long black hair that fell around his face like a curtain. When he raised his head and looked straight into her eyes, she sucked in a breath at the beauty of his eyes. They were silver and seemed to pierce straight through her. As he approached them, Marshall stopped and pushed her slightly behind him. Kurt and Thomas stepping to the front of them.
The man smiled and said, "Welcome, my name is Bane Giordano, Head of Security for the compound.” He half bowed as he spoke.
Marshall nodded to him. "I am Marshall Grant and this is Frederica Tand. Our guards, Kurt and Thomas.” Marshall had a low growl in his voice and seemed to be on edge.
Fredi shoved forward and looked up into Bane's eyes, "Please, call me Fredi.” What the hell was going on? Why was Marshall on edge? For that matter, why was she? She looked at the Vampire again and took a deep breath, well shit , she thought, and then saw his eyes change from silver to a deep amber. “Mine,” the Vampire said deeply and she panicked. When the sexy man stepped forward, she pushed her hand up, hitting his perfectly sculpted nose with the heel of her hand, just like her self-defense instructor taught her.
“Fuck,” Bane yelled and stumbled back.
All of the men looked at her shocked. Fredi shrugged, “Sorry, instinct.”
Marshall grinned and looked at his friends, who were high-fiving her and laughing. “Like an onion, so many layers,” Marshall murmured.
“ Hey, bleeding Vampire over here, what the fuck was that about?” Bane stomped his foot.
“ Shit, I am sorry,” Fredi said smartly.
“ I see how you are, this is going to be an interesting mating,” Bane grumbled and snapped his nose and then yelled behind him for a towel.
“ Excuse me,” Marshall said. “She already has a mate.”
Marshall had spoken to Tey and Jo, Fredi should only have one mate—an anchor—and that was him. This vampire was going to have to get over himself.
"Let's head back to the compound and sort all of this out, shall we?” Bane said as he gestured toward the vehicles that were being loaded with their luggage. He held a towel that was thrust into his hand to his nose. When Fredi walked by, Bane growled at her, she laughed not feeling the least bit afraid.
Fredi, Marshall, and Bane
Jean-Marie Blas de Robles