Powerful Men 3: Four Hot Alphas who Take Whatever They Want Read Online Free Page A

trespassing inside a Texxon compound the implications for her case could be disastrous. She inched along the wall towards the darkness as the sound of the jeep drew nearer. She needed to find somewhere to hide, she needed to –
    Out of nowhere, a strong pair of arm shot out around her, the palm wrapped tight against her mouth. Clara panicked and started kicking and struggling to get free. Close to her ear, a voice spoke. It was deep and stern, slightly shaky from the struggle.
    ‘God damn it, keep still,’ her accoster said, ‘you know what’ll happen if they find you here?’
    Realization suddenly washed over her. It was him, the man who had called her there in the first place. The source.
    She relaxed in his grip to let him know that she understood the situation.
    ‘You gonna keep quiet?’ the mysterious stranger asked.
    ‘Uh-huh,’ Clara said, her voice muffled by the man’s hand over her mouth.
    ‘Ok then,’ he said and released her from his hold. He took her hand and began leading her deeper into the shadows, into the small gap between two of the buildings. ‘This way,’ he said, ‘keep quiet.’
    The man egged Clara forward and then stopped himself. In the darkness she couldn’t make out who he was, only that he was big and strong. He smelt incredibly masculine in the hot night. They pressed their bodies up against the wall and held their breath. Clara could hear the footfalls of a security guard checking the area right around where they’d just escaped from. She closed her eyes tight and prayed that they wouldn’t be discovered.
    Through her closed lids Clara saw the bight white illumination of a flashlight as it shone down the narrow channel. The game was up.
    ‘Hey!’ the security guard barked, ‘I know there’s somebody down there. This is private property and I am armed and authorized to use force against any trespassers, so come out with your hands up.’
    The man beside Clara sighed. ‘Hold on a second,’ he whispered and then turned towards the flashlight. ‘Steve Murphy?’ he called, ‘is that you? Stand down, I’ m coming out.’
    ‘Oh shit,’ the security guard called, ‘I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know you were still here.’
    The flashlight clicked off and the stranger leaned over to Clara’s ear again. ‘As I walk away,’ he said, ‘slowly lower yourself down into a ball. It’ll make it harder for him to see you over my shoulder.’
    Clara nodded silently and then did as he said. The man walked slowly down the channel, his huge form filling out the space completely, and Clara cautiously kneeled down on her knees. She listened as the man joined the security guard, cocking her head in an effort to pick up their conversation. It was no good, she could only hear the faint hum of their voices as they spoke. A moment later the security guard left and the guy came back towards her.
    ‘Hey,’ he called, ‘you still there?’
    Clara stood up and dusted herself down. ‘I’m here,’ she whispered, ‘now why don’t you tell me just who the hell you are?’
    ‘Not now,’ the man said, ‘we need to go somewhere safe. Follow me.’
    He began walking back towards the opening again and Clara set off after him. He waited in the darkness, until she was right behind him. She still hadn’t had a chance to look at his face. ‘Come on,’ he said and set off towards the bigger warehouses. Clara glanced over her shoulder and then followed after him.
    The man opened a door in the side of the warehouse and held it open for her. She stepped inside. It was impossible to see anything and somewhere in the darkness huge machines churned and rumbled.  
    ‘Over here!’ he called from the doorway of a small office against the metal wall. Clara hurried on through and the man closed the door behind her. He switched on the light.
    ‘Well shit,’ he said, ‘that was close. Didn’t I tell you to wait by the opening in the fence? You know what would have happened if they found you in