Page 74 of Unmasked

“I’ll send someone to watch her,” Jaxson says, typing on his phone. “How about Corey, Zayne? He looks like a college student.”

“Yeah, he’ll be a good choice. I’m sending you his information, Stryker. Corey has worked for us since he was twenty-one. He’s twenty-seven now, but the dude looks younger.”

“I received his picture.” I examine it, nodding. “Oh, yeah. He looks like a college student.”

“Is Mallory an art or graphic design major?” Zayne asks.

“No, but she should be. I’m trying to convince her to switch.”

“She should. That drawing is awesome.”

“You should see the ones she did of me. She’s working on one she wants to surprise me with, or I’d show you. They’re amazing.”

“If she’s drawing your ugly mug, that woman loves you,” Ryker jokes.

I chuckle. “Shut the fuck up, asshole.”

“Just enjoy your time with her. Keep your head up. We’ll send someone to watch over her. Do you want to meet Corey before you leave?” Zayne asks.

“That would be great.” My tense muscles finally relax, knowing it’s going to be handled.

“Don’t worry, Stryker. We’ll figure out who this asshole is and deal with him accordingly,” Jaxson adds.

“I appreciate it.” I blow out a breath. “I’m gonna do some searching. See if I can get any matches based on her sketch.”

“Good idea. Keep us posted.” Jaxson says.

“Absolutely. Day or night,” Zayne adds.

“You know I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I’ll watch over her when I bring Devyn to class.” Ryker’s brows furrow in concentration. “What about Megan? Why don’t you introduce the two of them and have her keep an eye on Mallory, too.”

“Shit, I never considered her. I’m losing my head here.”

“No, you’re not. I remembered you training Megan to fight after…” Ryker trails off.

“After she was nearly trafficked.” I tense, hating how close we came to losing her. “Yeah, she’s pretty badass.” I text Megan, asking if she can meet us for lunch.

“But we saved her before she was. That’s the most important thing,” Zayne adds.

“True. Plus, Megan is a badass now. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, and the girl can throw a punch.” My phone beeps with a text from Megan. “Good. Megan just said she can meet us for lunch.”

“Mallory will be safe,” Jaxson reassures me. “If you need me to swing by campus, I’ll do it.”

“No, this will be good. She’ll be in good hands with Ryker, Megan, and Corey.”

“Am I in danger?” Mallory’s voice comes from behind me. I spin around to find her standing there with the sketchbook.

I put my arm around her, pulling her against me. “No. We’ll ensure you’re safe.”

“Hey, Mallory. I’m Zayne.”

“I’m Ryker.” He waves at her.

“I’m Jaxson.”

She smiles at them. “Nice to meet you.”

“Can I show them one of the sketches you did of me? They’re impressed with your drawing of the lurker.”