The Night My Ex Lost A Billionaire!

Crash Landing

CHAPTER TWO

The curb was cold. Jensen’s phone buzzed again. The night wasn’t over yet.

“I’m five minutes out,” Geena said over the phone. “Don’t you dare move.”

He almost laughed. She had always been bold. But the past four years seemed to have made her even more audacious.

“I’m here.” Jensen replied. In many ways, that was true.

The club’s side door banged open behind him while he pocketed his phone.

Rose came out first, laughing at something. Her arm looped through Benjamin’s while she brushed her hair.

She saw Jensen on the curb and her laugh faded immediately.

“Still here?” She tilted her head, mock-pity all over her face.

“God, you really are pathetic. Like a stray dog that doesn’t know it’s been put out.”

Jensen didn’t answer. He had nothing left to say to her.

Benjamin caught up, tucking his shirt in, grinning like the night had gone exactly the way he wanted.

“Careful, babe. Don’t waste your breath on trash.”

He pulled his key fob from his pocket and pressed it. Across the lot, a Lamborghini chirped awake, the headlights flashing.

“That’s the difference between us, Jensen.” Benjamin spread his arms, taking in the car, the night, all of it.

“Some men work for things. Some men are just born already winning. Sadly, you’ll never understand.”

He said with a proud smile.

Rose looked at the car like it was a verdict in her favor.

“Let’s go Benny. I’m sick of seeing his shitty face tonight.” She said.

Benjamin pulled her in for a quick kiss while his bodyguard stepped outside, casting Jensen a glare. But instead of Jensen cowering, he chuckled.

Benjamin frowned while he gazed at him.

“Something funny, motherfucker?”

“I guess the saying is true. Dipshits really do find each other. Congrats.” He said to Benjamin and Rose.

Rose gasped. “Benny, did he just… how dare you?”

“Running that fucking mouth of yours again? Seems you need a new lesson.” Benjamin cursed at him while glancing at his bodyguard.

The man crossed his large arms to intimidate Jensen. But Jensen ignored him completely.

“Go home, Benjamin. You’ve had enough drinks for the night.”

Jensen said and looked away.

Benjamin fumed. He pointed a finger at Jensen.

“That’s it! You’re going down!” He yelled and turned to the man.

“Fuck him up. Now! I don’t care if he becomes a vegetable. I’ll take care of it.”

The man smiled with pleasure and turned toward Jensen. Jensen fixed his eyes on him.

“I am so going to enjoy this.” He said to Jensen and cracked his knuckles again, smirking.

But before he could throw a punch, an SUV drove into the alley with a screech. Bright headlights flashed immediately, blinding him, forcing him back.

The SUV did not stop. It drove straight toward the Lamborghini.

“No!” Benjamin cried out but the SUV crashed into the fancy car, tearing it to shreds.

Benjamin gasped. Rose shuddered.

Jensen smiled.

The door opened. A girl stepped out. Dressed in a red dress with matching heels. Her beauty stunned everyone who was present.

“Holy shit,” someone in the gathering crowd whispered. “That’s Geena Pike.”

“The Pike girl? That Geena Pike?” Another whispered back.

“Yeah. I swear it.”

More whispers followed.

Without paying any attention to them, Geena gracefully approached Jensen with a longing on her face.

She had seen the impending assault on him. Her blood had raged in response.

“Hey!”

Benjamin yelled at her but as she got closer, his face went through three different expressions in four seconds: fury, confusion, and… and intrigue.

“Damn. She’s fine!” He thought to himself.

Clearing his voice, he tried again.

“Hey now.” He smoothed his jacket like the destroyed car behind him wasn’t even a footnote. “That’s quite an entrance. I like a woman who knows how to make a statement.”

Geena didn’t look at him. She didn’t look at Rose. She walked straight past both of them like they were furniture and wrapped her arms around Jensen.

“Oh my god.” Her voice cracked. “Big brother.”

She sobbed into his shirt. Jensen held her tight.

Four years gone, and here she was, exactly the way he remembered her.

Same hair. Same perfume. Same warmth.

“I’m fine,” he said while he kissed her forehead.

She pulled back, sniffing, and saw the blood on his mouth. The bruise was already purpling along his jaw, and her expression snapped back to darkness.

“Who did this to you?” She asked.

Before Jensen could answer, Rose stepped forward with a smirk on her face.

“Oh my gosh. I can’t believe this. Jensen, did you seriously hire this woman to come play pretend?” Rose laughed.

“You don’t expect me to believe that the real Geena Pike would know a nobody like you. Snap out of it. It’s getting pitiable at this point!” She added.

Geena slowly turned to her. Jensen exhaled.

“You really should have kept your mouth shut.” He said to Rose.

“Why, you little shit–“

Slap!

Rose cried out as the slap echoed through the alley. Geena’s hand was still raised. Rose staggered back as she immediately felt dizzy. A tooth fell from her mouth.

Mortified, her legs gave way and she crashed to the ground.

“Watch your mouth…” Geena said, looming over her, “…when you talk about my brother.”

The alley went quiet.

Tears quickly gathered at the corner of Rose’s eyes. She looked at Benjamin who, for a moment, was completely stunned by how fierce Geena was.

“Benny! Are you just going to stand there?” She cried out.

That seemed to bring him back to his senses. He quickly clapped his hands twice and thugs pulled out of various corners.

They surrounded Jensen and Geena, each holding batons or a knife.

“This doesn’t need to get messy Jensen. Just fall on your knees and apologize on her behalf. I will let you go,” Benjamin said with pride.

Jensen’s expression was ice cold.

“You talk too much.” He said to Benjamin.

Instantly, Benjamin’s calculating expression vanished.

“Get this fucker!!” he barked at the line of bodyguards flanking the club entrance. “All of you. Now!”

More than ten men surged forward at once.

Geena didn’t even flinch.

“Seth,” she called out.

“Ha! Crying for your boyfriend to come save you? Bitch!”

Rose laughed, but the next second, a shadow detached itself from the darkness beside the SUV before the word had fully left her mouth.

He moved like he’d been standing there the whole time, just waiting for permission.

The first bodyguard never saw it coming. One strike to the chest sent him flying into a parked car door, knocking him out immediately.

“That’s… Seth Sting!” someone in the crowd called out.

“The ex-navy seal turned personal bodyguard? Run for your life!”

The onlookers ran in different directions.

Seth went through the rest of the bodyguards like they were nothing. An elbow here, a sweep there, men hitting pavement in twos and threes while Benjamin screamed at them to do something, anything, to justify the money he clearly paid them.

In under a minute, only one man remained standing.

The vault-door build, the flat unimpressed eyes.

The same man who’d dragged Jensen out by the collar an hour ago and thrown him into the street like garbage.

The man squared up, confident in his size, his training, his track record.

“He threw your sorry ass in the street before. He will do it again.” Benjamin quickly boasted.

The man charged at Seth.

He lasted only ten seconds.

Seth caught both his arms on the way down.

“This is for laying your filthy hands on him.”

And in one deliberate motion, he broke the arms!

The man’s scream tore through the street. Bystanders flinched back. Rose, still on the ground, scrambled away on her hands.

Benjamin gawked!

Jensen watched his face. A smile curled up on his lips.

The night was just getting started.