Utterly Yours (Book Three) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free Page A

bought a gun , he thought to himself as he pulled up on the curb and rolled down his window.  A woman in fishnet stockings popped her head in the window, her elbows propped up on the door.  “Hey hon,” she said with a surprisingly charming smile.  “Looking for some fun tonight?”
                  Nathaniel pulled out his phone and showed a picture of Lillian he had snapped during one of their dates.  “Sorry to disappoint,” he said, attempting to smile at her, “I’m just looking for a friend.”
                  “Your friend a whore?” she asked and snatched the phone right out of his hand.
                  “No,” Nathaniel said, knowing damn well he would not dare get out of the car to get his phone back if she decided to steal it.  “But I think she’s about to do something she’s going to regret.”
                  The woman frowned, and she seemed legitimately concerned as she looked at the picture.  “Hey girls,” she waved the other three women over who had been standing with her.  “Any of you recognize this chick?”
                  Nathaniel was a bit taken off guard, but apparently women on this side of town looked out for each other –even if they weren’t fellow street walkers.  “Shit, I saw her three hours ago,” one of the women say.
                  “Really?” Nathaniel asked, sitting upright.  “Can you tell me where?”
                  The woman pointed, “Three blocks down that way.”
                  “Damn, that’s Rodney’s corner,” the woman who had originally taken the phone said as she handed it back.  “Rodney’s a pimp.  He’ll beat your ass if you piss him off.”
                  “I’ll take my chances,” Nathaniel said, although he certainly planned to heed the women’s warning.
                  “Go get her, hon,” one of the women said with a wink.  “She looks like a keeper from that picture.  Don’t let her get drug into this shit.”
                  “Thanks,” Nathaniel said and peeled out, heading down the three blocks the women had pointed him towards.
                  Some incredibly whorish looking women eyed his car as he made his way up towards the curb.  He kept his window rolled up, and almost instantly he spotted the women’s pimp over in a corner watching him.  He assumed the guy was Rodney.  He certainly looked like the kind of guy who would beat someone’s ass.  One of the women approached his car, but he kept his window rolled up.  The woman seemed hesitant.  Nathaniel looked around, and then he realized Rodney was talking to someone.
                  He whipped his head around, and there she was.  The man had Lillian pinned up against the side of a building, and he was talking to her with a finger in her face.  She looked scared.  An instinctive anger rose up inside of Nathaniel, and he flung open the driver’s side door of his car and jumped out.  The other women scattered; the man, Rodney, did not seem to pay him any mind.  Now that he was out of the car, Nathaniel could hear the man’s voice shouting at Lillian.  “You’re my bitch now, got it, Lilly-girl?  You’re my bitch!” Rodney shot his gun up in the air as though it was nothing –apparently a single gunshot was not enough to get the police called in this neighborhood.  It had merely been a show of force.
                  Nathaniel walked with a quick pace around his car and towards Rodney, and the man spun around the moment he realized Nathaniel had started in his direction.  Nathaniel could see Lillian holding her hands to her ears and shaking her head, and he realized she was having an episode likely brought on by the gunshot.  “Rodney!” Nathaniel shouted, hoping this was the right guy.
                  “Who the fuck are you?” Rodney waved his gun in