The Best Man (Alpha Men 2)

“Don’t you dare leave this car if you don’t hear from us. And keep the doors locked. Use the horn if you see anyone or anything strange.”

“Hmm.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked, irritated, and she smiled sweetly, happy to turn the tables on him for once.

“Figure it out.”

His glower deepened and she met it full on, making sure her glare matched his. It was a good one, and she hoped he appreciated it, despite the dark.

“Be careful,” Daff urged when he turned away. “And keep my sister’s fiancé safe while you’re at it.”

He threw her an inscrutable look over his shoulder before he walked away. Mason paused at her open window.

“Mason—” He threw her a quick grin, as if knowing what she wanted to say, even if Daff herself didn’t have a clue.

“Don’t worry. I’ll watch out for him. I have a black belt, you know?”

“In what?” she asked dumbly, and his grin widened.

“Everything.”

Daff watched the two men walk away. They left the safety of the Jeep’s headlights in seconds, and soon all she could see of them were the dim lights of their phones before those disappeared completely, too.

Her stomach began to turn as she imagined all kinds of disturbing scenarios. What if there was a gang of men waiting? What if they were armed? What if they hurt Spencer? Or Mason? Daisy would be devastated.

She fiddled with her phone, willing Spencer’s message to come through. In order to take her mind off the situation, she tried to think about the girl and what they were going to do about her.

Trying to figure out potential solutions, she decided to contact someone who always knew exactly the right thing to do.

The house was dark and quiet. Mason did a quick scan of the perimeter and then stealthily went from window to window before making his way back to Spencer.

“Looks clear. Just the girl. I can’t be entirely sure because of the cardboard in that window, but it doesn’t look like anyone’s in the room with her. I don’t know how she hasn’t frozen to death by now.”

“She’s lucky; it hasn’t been too cold this winter. Do you mind fetching Daff? I don’t want her to walk up here alone. I’ll wait.”

“You sure you want to do this?” Mason asked quietly.

“It’s the right thing, Mason. I feel really strongly about this.”

“I’ll get Daff.”

“Thanks.”

Mason left and Spencer sent Daff a quick text to let her know that his brother was coming for her. After sending it he shoved his hands into his pockets and glared at the ramshackle building that used to be his home. In the dark it didn’t look too bad—almost welcoming when you couldn’t see the broken glass and piles of scrap lying about. This place that had been both safe haven and hell from one moment to the next. He shook his head and tried to keep the memories at bay.

It wasn’t long before he heard soft footfalls on the gravel path leading up to the house, and he turned and watched the dim lights come closer and closer.

Daff came up to stand right beside him and quite shockingly slipped her small hand into his and squeezed comfortingly.

“My parents have agreed to take her for the night,” she said by way of greeting, and he felt his brow lower.

“I don’t want to inconvenience them.”

“Don’t be silly—they want to help, and you’re family.”

Was he?

“You mean Mason is family?” he clarified.

“Don’t be a dumb-ass, Spencer,” she dismissed. “They’re doing this for you, not Mason.”

“But . . .”

“So where is she?” Daff interrupted him, and Spencer—still confounded by her words—pointed toward the house.

“Let’s go, then.”

“Uh, be careful on this path,” he warned her, gathering his senses.

“Yep. Got it.”

When they were outside the room, Daff signaled for the men to stay back and stepped confidently over the threshold, making enough noise to alert the girl that she was coming. Charlie was probably always on alert, sleeping in a place like this, and her flashlight came on immediately.

“Who’s there? I have pepper spray,” she warned them, her voice high and thin with fear. Pepper spray, for God’s sake. Like that would keep anybody who meant to do her harm away.

“It’s okay,” Daff said soothingly, and Spencer saw her lift her hands in a placating manner. “My name is Daffodil McGregor. I’m not here to do you any harm. But you can’t sleep here, Charlie. It’s dangerous.”

“How do you know my name?” the girl asked suspiciously. “I didn’t tell you my name.”

“My friend Spencer is here, too. He wants to help you.”

“He should mind his own business.” Charlie raised her voice, clearly meaning for Spencer to hear her words, too.

“He cares about your well-being.”

“I’m not a charity case. I have a right to be here.”

“This is private property,” Daff said gently.