Wicked Ties (Steele Security Series) Read Online Free

stated with finality.
    Chaise obviously believed him because she jerked her head in his direction, her mouth parted in surprise, and her eyes opened wide in fear.  “I told you—it’s not like that.  I knew Noah when we were in school.  He’s a little older than I am, but we were not romantically involved at all .  I just didn’t know anyone else to go to.”
    “About?”  Bull asked, but before Chaise was able to answer, Bull continued in a stern, commanding voice.  “Hang on, Chaise.  And keep your head down.”
    Bull jerked the wheel to the right and made a sudden last-second turn.  The car immediately behind him did the same and he knew without a doubt that they had a tail.  He calmly picked up his cell phone and called Rebel.  Chaise had no time to process his command or to even determine if she should be afraid.
    “Black full-size truck, Florida tags, black-out tinted windows.  Yeah.  Let me know.  Thanks, man.”
    Bull’s clipped phone conversation gave Chaise no indication of his intentions or why he was talking about a black truck with tinted windows.  His demeanor change was almost imperceptible.  The only real difference was now his eyes darted between his rearview mirror and the road ahead instead of trained on her.
    “Colton, what’s going on?”
    “We’re being followed.  Rebel is going to shake our tail for us so we don’t call unnecessary attention to ourselves,” Bull answered in a tone that belied the severity of the situation.  It was as if she had asked for the time and he was merely supplying her with the information.
    “Shake our tail?” she asked, dumbfounded.
    Bull laughed, “You know, I never really thought about how that sounded until you said it like that.  Rebel’s going to make the bad guys lose us in four, three, two, one.” 
    Suddenly, another Steele Security SUV darted out from a side street immediately in front of the large, black truck that was tailing them.  The driver of the truck barely had time to slam on their brakes to keep from hitting Rebel.  With nowhere else to go, thanks to oncoming traffic and Rebel’s SUV blocking the rest of the road, the black truck had to come to a complete stop. 
    Bull drove on and watched as Rebel and Shadow exited the SUV and approached the truck with their pistols drawn.  Confident the two men were capable of handling whoever was following so close that their tail was immediately made, Bull took Chaise to one of the rarely used mainland buildings of Steele Security.

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
     
    Securely inside one of the safest buildings in the state, Bull escorted Chaise to a ‘discussion room’ for a little talk.  The staff didn’t like to call them ‘interrogation rooms’ because that term immediately created a negative image.  These discussion rooms were plush, with comfortable, overstuffed leather chairs and couches, easy lighting, and a variety of refreshments.  When they weren’t sure of their guests’ integrity, they found this atmosphere was much more likely to promote information sharing than the old rooms they used in their military days.
    Chaise took a seat in the comfortable leather chair and Bull poured her a drink before taking the seat opposite her.  He noticed a slight tremble in her hands as she took the tumbler from him.  Again noting that she wasn’t acting, he still didn’t trust her.  Her words and actions had shown that she was too invested in Noah and not enough in Brianna.  That didn’t bode well with him.  There was no way she was a current friend and didn’t know about Brianna.
    “Back to our conversation earlier.  You say you trust Noah, right?”  Bull asked nonchalantly while keeping his all-seeing eyes fixed on Chaise’s reaction.
    She didn’t make eye contact when she said, “Right.”
    “Then you can trust me.  I’ve known Reaper for a long time.  We’ve had each other’s backs more times than I can count or even talk about.”
    “Why do you call him