Chapter 14
James
Is he shitting me? “What? Oh my God, are you serious?”
Noah lifted his shirt to reveal a thick, black pad. He smiled with one corner of his mouth.
“My man. Bullet-proof vest,” James uttered. He rocked his head back and howled. “Motherfucker. You had me for a minute there.” He hit him on the shoulder.
“Easy,” Noah warned, flashing a hand. “It hurts.”
He touched the midsection of the vest and grunted.
Lexi’s mouth gaped. She closed it and opened it again. “You are one lucky son of a b***h,” she declared, shaking her head.
“Hey, no name-calling,” Noah lectured, smiling.
Lexi formed a slow smile. “I cannot believe what I’m seeing.”
Noah was a true warrior, but he wasn’t a dummy. Wearing a bullet-proof vest meant that he must’ve had some idea of the danger with folks
