Sinful Alliance: A Reverse Harem Story

Eighteen

Thirty minutes later I heard the familiar roar of an engine, go figure he cut the hour drive in half, I guess it's a good thing his twin is the police commissioner. I peeked out of the bathroom as an all black Aston Martin DBX pulled in and I darted toward it as Vartan got out of the driver's side. I crashed into him as tears stung my eyes and his massive arms wrapped around me. "Avalona, what's going on?" he asked holding me at arms length. "Did he hurt you?"

"N-no..."

He gazed down at me for a movement then lead me to the vehicle opening the passenger door so I could get in then a few moments later we were  back on I-495W to New York City. 

"You ready to talk?" Vartan asked after pulling into the garage of the Textile Building where he had an apartment. I was silent as he parked in a spot and killed the engine. 

"I need to get out of New York," I muttered and felt his gaze turn to me. 

"What do you mean?"

"I-I saw Silvano and his mean beat one of their own to death... I'm afraid of what could happen to me if he finds out what I saw."

"Let's get you inside and I'll see what I can arrange." I nodded to him and we got out of the SUV. "Make yourself at home," he sighed when we were behind the apartment's heavy locked door. "You know where everything is."

It has been a long time since I'd been here; back when I'd first been hired at Goddess Black I'd stayed in Vartan's guest room until my apartment was ready. "Thank you," I sighed looking at him. 

"Of course, if you need me I will be in the office making a few calls."

I nodded and headed to the guest room setting my bag on the bed then pulled some clothes out before I made my way to the adjoining bathroom where I sat under the spray of the shower head. 

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I was just coming out of the bathroom dressed in a tee shirt and yoga pants when Vartan knocked on the open door. "How are you doing?" he asked as I set on the edge of the bed. 

"Honestly, I don't know," I muttered. 

"How do you feel about France?"

My brow furrowed as I watched him cross to the armless chair where he sat down. "I've got a flight arranged to Metz/Nancy Airport for nine thirty tomorrow morning. Someone who owes me a favor has a private jet and a new identity will be waiting for you on the plane. Another favor has a little house in Metz where you can stay."

"I appreciate it. Let me give you money for the trouble."

I opened the duffle to pull out a few bundles. "I don't want that, but I can put it into a bank account under the new name."

I grabbed the rest of the cash and held it out to him. "Put it all there please."

He nodded and stood taking the cash. "I'll get this taken care of. Get some rest."

My hand brushed his. "Thank you for everything."

"You don't have to thank me."

-VARTAN-

I basically ran out of the guest room trying to keep the blood from rushing into an erection. How can she do this just by touching my hand? A groan passed my lips as I headed back to my office where I shut the money into the safe built into my desk after counting it then sent a message to my contact who was handling her new identity to make her a bank account and transfer fifty thousand dollars from my personal account then I'd have one of my people handle the cash. I reclined in my chair as images began to fill my mind of her in bed just on the other side of the wall. Since she'd showed up on the club's doorstep looking for a job I'd tried to be a father to her. I've never felt sorry for anyone until I met her again but of course she didn't remember me. For a while after my discharge from the military I'd been a cop along side my brother and the first call I ever responded to made me quit; dispatch had sent me to a brownstone where shots were fired. I'd arrived to find a man and a woman who'd been executed and their young daughter was cowering inside of a cabinet, but Ava isn't that little girl anymore.