The Champ: Bad Boys Book 5 (The Bad Boys) by Jordan Silver Page B

fucked up laws. They’d probably wait until she got hurt before making a move, just so it’ll hold up in court. Fuck that bullshit. Their hands seemed to be tied, mine weren’t, and neither would anyone’s I choose to hire to do the job if or when it comes to that.
    “I don’t think you’re allowed in the classroom Wyatt or at her job, use your head. Let me put someone on her when I can.”
    “I can be a class monitor or whatever the fuck and old man Bradley better not fu-I mean he better not mess with me on this. You do what you have to but I’m going to be there.”
    “You have training and stuff to deal with bro remember, I don’t have to go back to work until next week I can fill in sometimes when you have to be gone. We’ll keep her covered.”
    “Thanks Chad.”
    “Wait, I can’t let you do this, I can’t have you disrupting your lives for me like this. It’s…”
    “Ignore her she’s stuck on the ‘it’s too new’ crap again.”
    “Let the men do what they have to Traci, this is how it’s supposed to be, family coming together to help.” Ma smiled and patted her free hand but I could see that she was worried too and it pissed me off.
    “But I’m not family.” She sounded so lost and alone and I hated that shit.
    “Of course you are, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting at my breakfast table after spending the night. Now you kids get on with it you have work. Jace you sit here and have some of these pancakes get some food in you before you go deal with the crazies.”
    I had to go up and get dressed for the day so I left her with my parents. While I was up there I emptied some drawers to make room for the rest of her shit. There was more than enough space in the walk-in closet for her suits and shit to hang with mine so no problem.
    “Now I just have to tell her stubborn ass that she isn’t going back to that place.” Downstairs I found her in hushed conversation with ma, which could either be a good or bad thing. “What’re you two up to?”
    “Nothing, nothing at all.” Ma gave her a look of secrecy before humming her way across the room to the sink. “Huh.” Not sure what that was about but I was as giddy as a cheerleader at try-outs that my two girls were getting along so well together.
    “You ready or you two got more plotting to do?” I really didn’t want her to go anywhere today, but I didn’t want to just come out and say you’re not leaving the house until this asshole has been arrested. I figured I’d leave the argument for when I told her she wasn’t leaving…ever.
    “I’m ready, see you later Miss. Marie.” When she walked across the room and hugged my mom I felt the final lock click into place. I was as good as hitched. She didn’t seem too bothered by the whole stalker thing as we headed to my car, but I soon realized that it was all a front for ma.
    As soon as I seated her and buckled her in and moved around to the driver’s side, she released the breath she’d been holding and the hand wringing started. I noticed she did that whenever she was nervous or afraid and didn’t like her being either. “You okay?”
    “I don’t know, I mean all this stuff seems so surreal and I have no reference for it you know. I’ve never been the object of anyone’s obsession before, but that’s exactly what this is beginning to feel like. I don’t want to have to look over my shoulder everywhere I go, and I can’t lock myself away in my place until it passes.”
    “You won’t have to. Give me your key, today while you’re at work I’ll go to the condo and move your stuff to my place, you’re not going back there.” I said it in a way that left no room for argument, or at least I tried to. Forgot whom I was dealing with. Half the female population would jump at the chance to bed me, I know, I have the fan mail to prove it. I had to fall ass over heels for this hardheaded one that gives me shit.
    “Wyatt don’t be crazy, you can’t just move me into your