Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 43: Two groups are after you?!!

"Arrrrgh!!!"

Risa screamed the moment she dropped the phone after speaking with Gabe, the sound sharp enough to echo through the walls of her office. She slammed a pile of documents onto the floor, scattering papers everywhere except the one sheet she refused to touch: the CEO contract with her name boldly printed at the top as well as the award she just won recently which had been name boldly written on it.

She stood in the center of the room in her perfectly tailored office suit, a deep navy-blue jacket hugging her curves, the top button deliberately undone to showcase her flawless cleavage. Her skirt molded to her hips, tight and fitted, accentuating the sinful curve of her ass. Her blonde hair....golden and glossy was neatly packed into a tight bun, but loose strands trembled from her frustrated movements.

"I’ve been managing this company for five good years. Five years!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage. "And he has the audacity to tell me to vacate the position just like that? Just like that....like I’m nothing? Like seriously?!"

She snatched another stack of files off the desk and hurled them to the floor, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You should calm down, my lady," Linda said quietly, standing a few steps behind her. Linda had been present since the beginning of Risa’s call with Gabe, silent and watchful. She wore a well-fitted black trouser suit, her long dark hair neatly tied into a bun. A discreet holster lay hidden under her blazer. Linda was not just a bodyguard....she was Risa’s shadow.

"Calm down?" Risa snapped, spinning around to glare at her. "How the hell am I supposed to calm down, Linda?! Tell me!" She jabbed at her chest. "How would you feel if someone tried to take the position you’ve worked your ass off for ....just snatched it away and handed you something beneath it like some charity token?! Why the FUCK does Gabe want to come back now?! Just why the fuck does he have to divorce his husband?!"

"You really, really need to calm down, my lady," Linda replied, her voice firm but respectful as she stepped closer. "The other staff must not see you like this. Let’s not give anyone ammunition against you. I’m sure there’s a way to sort this out. There always is."

"A way?" Risa repeated breathlessly and slumped into her chair, her chest still heaving. "What way, Linda?"

Linda leaned in. "You always find a way, my lady... a way to prevent Master Gabe from returning to this company. You’ve done it before many times."

Risa let out a sharp laugh, one that held no humor. "I’m afraid those little tricks we used in the past won’t be enough this time." She rubbed her temple and muttered, "He said he’s divorcing his husband. And he sounded serious. Which means... if we truly want to stop him from coming back permanently then we’ll need to handle this differently."

A slow, wicked smile curled across her lips, followed by a low, dangerous laugh that filled the office like smoke.

Her eyes gleamed with malice as she lifted her gaze to Linda. "Find out everything about that therapist Gabe wants me to protect. Gabe never cares about anyone....not really. So if he’s suddenly asking me to help protect somebody from his husband... then that person must be very important to him."

"He might just be one of his fuckmates," Linda muttered, rolling her eyes.

Risa’s eyes narrowed sharply. "Since when does Gabe care about fuckmates, hmm?" she asked, and Linda’s eyes widened in realization.

"Find him," Risa continued, her voice suddenly calm, almost sweet. "And when you send men after him... they’re not going to protect him." She leaned back slowly, her smirk widening. "They’ll be carrying out another order of mine."

Linda bowed her head. "Understood, my lady." She turned and exited the office, leaving Risa alone with her spiraling thoughts.

*****

ALEX’S OFFICE

The scorching morning sunlight slipped through the half-open blinds, landing directly across Alex and Damien’s faces, forcing both men to stir from their sleep.

Damien groaned loudly as he blinked at the brightness. "Damn... I feel sore," he muttered as he slowly pulled himself off the cold hard floor he had slept on. His joints cracked as he stretched, still squinting. "You’re wicked, Alex," he added accusingly, pointing a tired finger at Alex who was comfortably sprawled across the bed.

Alex yawned lazily and sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "How am I wicked?" he asked in a sleepy voice.

"I thought you were going to give me the bed last night," Damien complained dramatically, rubbing his aching shoulders. "But nooo... You watched me lie down on the floor like some disgraced servant. Do you know how cold the floor was? My back feels like I was beaten senseless!"

Alex snorted. "You weren’t beaten."

"I feel beaten," Damien shot back, wincing. "My bones are crying. My ancestors are crying. I swear if I die today, it’s on you."

"You should be thankful I even drove us back to my office," Alex muttered, rubbing the side of his head as he slowly stood up from the bed. "Since the club isn’t that far, you dragged me there last night. Dragged me, Damien. And we got drunk again. Thank goodness I can at least control my alcohol a little. Otherwise we would’ve slept at the club’s entrance or even on the damn floor."

He winced as he pressed his fingers against his temple. "Ugh... my head feels heavy. I don’t usually get hangovers, but right now I need one of those miracle pills. I can’t even remember how many bottles I drank."

"Twelve," Damien said flatly, holding up both hands as if presenting evidence. "A whole twelve bottles, Alex." He exhaled sharply before stretching his stiff neck. "But it was necessary. When was the last time we actually sat down to drink and talk? It’s been forever. Last night was... well, overdue."

Alex snorted tiredly. "Yeah, yeah... anyways, we need to get ready for the day. I have clients to handle even though Gabe still isn’t back." He swung his legs off the bed and pushed himself up again.

But before he could take a single step, his entire body froze. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

His ears twitched.

Damien stopped mid-movement. "What?" he whispered cautiously.

Alex held up one finger without looking back, signaling him to stay silent. "Shh," he whispered, eyes narrowing as he focused on the window. His expression hardened instantly. "Get down now, Damien!"

He grabbed Damien by the collar and yanked him to the floor just as....

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Gunshots exploded through the peaceful morning, bullets punching into the wall, splintering wood and plaster. Shards rained across the floor as the two men shielded their heads.

Damien cursed furiously. "What the actual fuck?! I’m telling you....this is Sabe! It has to be him! He still sent men after you even though his partner is back with him?! Seriously?!"

"Stop talking and follow me." Alex didn’t wait. The moment the gunfire paused, he sprang up, grabbed Damien’s arm, and dragged him toward the window. They pushed it open and slipped outside, landing near the parked car.

Alex dove into the driver’s seat while Damien slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut.

Alex didn’t hesitate....he hit the ignition and the car lurched forward.

Two vans immediately sped out from behind the building....a white van and a black one closing in on them from both sides like predators.

"What?! TWO groups are after you?!" Damien shouted, whipping his head around to check the rearview mirror. "You’ve gotta be kidding me! They’re dressed differently too....two totally different teams! Did Sabe really send two groups just to take you out? What the hell is wrong with that man?! And why are we running? You could take them all down, can’t you?!"

"Not when I don’t have a gun on me," Alex replied sharply. "But don’t worry....I have the perfect punishment prepared for them. I was already expecting this long before they got here."

He stepped harder on the accelerator.

The car shot forward so fast that Damien felt his stomach flip. His face turned several shades paler and he slapped a hand over his mouth, trying not to vomit.

"A...Alex slow down! My insides are..."

"No. It’s either you vomit or end up dead," Alex said simply. "So tell me....what do you pick?"

Damien groaned.

After what felt like an endless chase....sharp turns, screeching tires, and the vans refusing to fall back, Alex suddenly slammed on the brake.

The car skidded to a halt in front of a towering abandoned building with shattered windows and rusting metal doors.

"Move!" Alex barked.

He jumped out instantly, and Damien followed, stumbling slightly but keeping up. Both men sprinted inside the dim, dusty structure as their pursuers closed in behind them.