The Black Security Company Chase Black Book 2

By Sally Lovell

Chase Black was an ex-Navy SEAL, now part owner in Black Security Company. They specialize in the top of the line security systems and are also hired bodyguards. Chase gets hired by Mark Kennedy the music manager for a foul mouthed rock singer, Jaci Hurst. Who is being stalked by a stranger. Chase is not impressed with Jaci since their previous encounter had been explosive in a bad way. Chase is Jaci's bodyguard for the next couple of weeks until she leaves on tour. Jaci and Chase are like water and oil together. The stalker finally gets close enough to kidnap Jaci. Chase finds out he could possibly be part of the reason for the kidnapping from the result of a kidnapping from when he was a Navy SEAL. The stalker is seeking revenge. Chase has to find Jaci Hurst before she dies like the other woman did and time is running out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sally Lovell
• Release date: Jan 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310599415

Sally Lovell

Live in small town in Michigan. Owned Hair and Tanning Salon for 15 years. Decided to try my hand at writing e-books. Which has been a trip. It is exciting and frustrating all in one. But I love it. With the help of my family, which is two teenage daughters and my husband and two dogs, they have been vary patient with me. It especially with all the frustration of the formatting of the book.

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Black Security Company

Chase Black

Book 2

Sally Lovell

Black Security Company

Chase Black Book 2

Sally Lovell

Copyright Sally Lovell 2013

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to people living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Chase Black was having a rotten day. He is part owner of Black Security Company with his three other brothers. The oldest, Carter was an ex-Black Ops, Chance was an ex-Air Force, and Colin was an ex-Marine. Chase was an ex-Navy SEAL. Carter had started the business, and then Chase had joined him. Chance and Colin followed a little bit later. They all worked great together. They did have disagreements on some things, like standard business partners.

Chase had been babysitting Carter's dog Oliver for the last two weeks. Carter had just got married to Lillian Jamison, who had been a client and employee of theirs. Carter and Lillie were coming home today from their honeymoon, and Chase had to pick them up at the airport.

His day had already poorly started when Oliver decided to bring a bird into his house. Oliver let the bird go inside the house. The bird flew around in a frenzy and then shit all over the place in fear. Chase had tried to catch the bird but failed.

Oliver kept running after the bird barking excitedly, which kept the bird in a panic. The panicked bird flew into the sliding glass door and broke its neck. Chase walked over, picked up the dead bird, and threw it outside in the backyard, intending to dispose of it later when he returned home.

Chase started cleaning up the bird shit all over the kitchen. He heard his doorbell ring. Chase walked to the door and opened up to his brother Chance. Chance had stopped by to get some paperwork from him. Oliver quickly dashed outside when he opened the door for Chance. Oliver quickly brushed against Chance, almost knocking him over to the door.

Damn it! Chase yelled after Oliver dashed out the door. Chance looked at Chase with a puzzled look.

Having a bad day? Chance asked, smiling.

Yes, Oliver is being a shit. He caught a bird this morning and brought it into the kitchen. Oliver then let it go of the damn thing, and now I have bird shit all over my kitchen. The fucking bird then committed suicide with the glass door. Chase shook his head in frustration. Chance was laughing.

Well, hopefully, your day will get better, Chance snickered.

I am already late to get to the office, Chase replied.

Don't worry about the office. Colin is there.

Good, now I have the fucking kitchen to clean up because of that damn bird.

Damn, that bird was full of shit. What a mess you have to clean up, Chase. Chance commented, looking around the kitchen. There was bird shit all over the counters and floor. Oliver barked at the door. Chase opened the door, letting him back inside.

I didn't think it ever stopped shitting the whole time it flew around the kitchen. Chase looked around in disgust at all the shit.

Um...Chase, you might have another problem. Oliver has feathers hanging from his mouth, Chance watched as Oliver entered the kitchen.

Oliver, did you eat that damn bird? Chase asked the dog. Then bent down and pried Oliver's mouth open to see if the bird was inside. There were just feathers inside Oliver's mouth. Oliver sat down and gave Chase sad eyes. A few seconds later, Oliver quickly stood up, making retching noises, and vomited the bird up on the floor.

Shit, Oliver! That is fucking nasty! Chase yelled. Chance busted out laughing.

You are right about that. It is definitely disgusting. I have to go back to work, Chance smiled quickly, walking towards the door.

Thanks for helping, asshole! Chase yelled after Chance.

Happy cleaning, Chance yelled as he walked out the front door.

Oliver lay by the counter looking guilty. Chase grabbed a paper towel and cleaned up the mess off the floor.

That was disgusting. I think you swallowed that bird whole. That bird wasn't worth eating. Was it?

Oliver moaned at Chase. After an hour, Chase finally had the bird mess cleaned up. Oliver was still lying on the floor, looking miserable.

You will be feeling better pretty soon. I am picking up your daddy in a few hours. That will make you happy. I know it will make me happy. Behave while I am gone. Chase said, pointing his finger at Oliver. Oliver groaned and rolled on his side, closing his eyes.

Chase grabbed his keys and headed out the front door. He jumped inside his white Escalade and backed out of the driveway. He heard a loud crash and quickly put the truck into the park.

What the fuck? Chase yelled, climbing out of the truck. Chase didn't see anything at first, but then he spotted metal underneath his truck. Chase squatted down, seeing the metal trash can crushed under his truck.

Shit, what the fuck is next, Chase mumbled, jumping back into the Escalade.

Chase pulled the Escalade forward, then climbed back out. The trash can was still stuck underneath his truck. Chase bent down on his hands and knees. He began to pull on the trash can. The can was wedged tightly. He had to tug hard before pulling it loose. In the process of removing the can, he cut his arm on the sharp part of the mangled can.

Fuck! Chase yelled.

He looked at his arm, seeing the deep cut. The blood ran down his arm. Chase through the mangled trash can aside in frustration. He climbed back onto the Escalade and pulled back up to the house. Chase went back inside the house to clean the cut-up. Oliver followed after him.

Chase water over the cut and grab a washrag to apply pressure on the cut. After a few minutes, he checked to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had not stopped bleeding. Chase put some antiseptic on. He grabbed bandages and started to butterfly the cut to get it to stop bleeding. He thought he would probably need a couple of stitches and a Tetanus shot.

Fuck that. I am a fucking Navy SEAL, Chase said to Oliver.

Oliver cocked his head to the side. Chase finished bandaging the cut. He went into the bedroom and pulled off the bloody shirt throwing it into the clothes hamper. Chase pulled on a clean navy-blue t-shirt.

Chase left the house again and stopped at Starbucks for a coffee. He parked his truck and headed for the coffee shop. Chase stood patiently in line for about ten minutes. Chase was finally next and ordered an extra-large coffee.

Chase moved to the side to wait for his order for a few minutes. He received his coffee and headed towards the exit door. Chase stopped an Auto Swapper magazine and bent down, deciding to grab one by the door. A young girl busted through the door just as he grabbed the book. The door swung open wide, hitting Chase in the arm and making him dump the hot coffee down his leg.

Shit! Chase yelled as the hot coffee soaked through his jeans, burning his leg.

Oh, sorry, the young girl said, walking to get into the line.

Chase shook his head in frustration. About a half cup of coffee was left from an extra-large cup down his leg. Chase walked out the door in frustration.

Fucking teenagers, Chase muttered, walking back to his truck. He glanced at his watch. Chase had about an hour to get to the airport. Chase climbed inside his Escalade, putting it into reverse, and started to back up. Chase felt a bump and then heard another loud crunch.

Now, what the fuck! Chase yelled, putting his truck into the park. Suddenly a beautiful, deranged woman was banging on his driver's window.

Chapter 2

Jaci Hurst was a famous rock singer for the last two years after being discovered in a local bar singing. Some people said she sounded like Joan Jett and Lzzy Hale combined when she sang. Jaci loved to rock out on stage. Every concert she did was sold out. She put on a bad girl image that gave her much publicity. The paparazzi followed and loved her. Everything she did was public knowledge.

Jaci put on the bad girl image because her fans absolutely loved it. Even her fashion was copied by her fans. Jaci really wasn't a bad girl at home with family and true friends who knew her before becoming famous. Her parents were not happy with the bad girl image or Jaci's choice of music since they were very religious. Jaci had sung in the church choir since she was a little girl.

Jaci’s childhood revolved around her parents' religion, church, and prayer. She grew up with no TV in the house and was not allowed to watch TV. Even if Jaci had a sleepover at a friend's house, her parents made sure to tell the friend's parents that she was not a loud to watch TV. TV and music that was not religious were full of sin. Her parents always had religious music playing in the house. Her mother, father, and brother were also church choir members. Jaci’s mother played the organ for the church. Jaci was lucky her parents had not sent her to a religious school. She had attended public school. Her parents had not been able to send her to a private school.

Jaci's parents listened to her music once, which was enough for them. They would never listen to her music again. Jaci’s older brother Jamison was attending Ministry school to become a Minister. Jaci’s parents had high hopes that their only daughter would become a nun. As soon as Jaci started listening to rock music, she fell in love with the lyrics and beat. She began to write her own music. Jaci had to hide her passion for rock music from her parents.

After graduation from high school, Jaci began to rebel against her parents. Jaci began sneaking into bars to listen to heavy metal bands playing music and dancing. Jaci loved the music and feeling free. She was so tired of not being able to enjoy life. Jaci had moved out of her parent's home at the age of 18. She moved into a small apartment with two other girls. She worked at a clothing store during the day, 40 hours a week. A couple nights a week, she worked at a gas station.

Jaci’sparents, of course, were not happy with her life's decision. Jaci knew she would never live up to their expectations of the life they wanted for her. Jamison was always going to be their parent's pride and joy. Jamison would lead them to the heavenly father's kingdom. Jaci would lead them in the opposite direction in their eyes. Jaci loved her parents but never looked back when she moved out and began her own life.

She got her lucky break when she met Fritz at the Alamo bar. Jaci had talked him into letting her sing Bad Romance by Lady Gaga. Fritz and his band decided to give Jaci a chance. Once she sang, they decided she would be their lead singer. Jaci showed them the music she had written. Fritz put the music to her lyrics.

Jaci knew she also had to have an image of being a rock singer. That is also when she found a love for leather. When she sang at the bar, Jaci dressed in very short leather shorts, halter tops with fishnet stockings, and combat boots. She had her long black hair cut off and now sported a short spiky pixie with bright red highlights. Jaci also went to a tattoo artist and had a beautiful, colorful peacock tattooed on her entire back.

The band played at the Alamo every weekend. Once the crowd heard Jaci sing, the bar would be packed tight on those nights. The owner began to charge a cover charge when the band played. Mark Kennedy, her manager, discovered her and Fritz's band at the Alamo. Mark did the leg work and got Jaci and the band an audition with Columbia records. Once Columbia records heard her sing, they wanted her to sign a contract with them. That is when her career began at the age of 21.

Even as a famous, wealthy rock singer, Jaci’s parents were still not impressed with her life's decision. She tried to help them financially, but they wanted no part of her devil's money. It had been over two years since she had seen or heard from her family. The last time was when her brother Jamison graduated from school and became a Minister. Jaci had put $10,000.00 in a graduation card for her brother. The money was given back, of course, because it was evil. Jaci couldn't quite figure out how it was evil since it was from her music sales. So Jaci finally stopped trying.

The only time Jaci would see her family is at Easter and Christmas. She would go home for the day and leave because she felt she didn't belong. Her parents never asked about her career or her life. Jamison would ask her questions about things he might have heard or read about her life. Jaci would tell him not to believe everything he heard or read, most of it being lies. She was not the bad person the paparazzi made her out to be. Jamison would pray for her soul, then she would leave to go back to her own life.

Jaci was on her way to recording a new album when she decided to stop at Starbucks to get a much-needed coffee. Usually, she didn't stop at places like this because it caused pandemonium in the business. Jaci zipped into the parking lot in her new red Porsche. She had been looking around for a parking spot when she slammed into the back end of a truck backing out. The crunching noise was loud. Jaci was instantly pissed off.

Mother fucker! Jaci yelled, realizing her new Porsche was crushed. She hit the steering wheel with her hand and shook her head in disbelief.

Stupid fucking person! What the fuck! Jaci climbed out of the Porsche, seeing the car's front end was mangled. Fuck! The Porsche was only two weeks old. Jaci was so pissed she walked up to the driver's side of the truck that had hit her. She began to pound on the window and yelled.

Chapter 3

You, fucking moron! The woman yelled at him through the window. Get your ass out of the fucking truck. I am going to kick your ass clean! The woman began beating on his window with her small fists.

Chase shook his head in disbelief and annoyance at her foul mouth. He opened the door and then slid out of the driver's door.

Jaci Hurst was surprised at the gorgeous man standing in front of her. Her first thought was that he resembled the actor Paul Walker from Fast and Furious movies. He stood about 6"2 with broad shoulders. His blonde hair was curly. When he smiled, he had intense blue eyes that sparkled with dimples on his cheeks. His body was built nicely. He had the perfect v-line with a slim waist and long legs.

Chase watched the short woman walk up and stand in front of him. The top of her head only reached up to his chest. Jaci had to look up at him to yell but didn't care. She was pissed right off. Jaci raised her hand and began to poke her finger into his chest.

I can't believe you just fucking hit my car. Didn't you even look where you were going? What the fuck! Jaciyelled, poking her finger into his chest.

Chase was startled. He didn't know he had even hit her car. Chase turned to look behind his truck. Sure enough, there was a red car behind him. There was no one behind him when he started to back up.

Where the hell did you come from? There was no one behind me when I was backing up. Chase said, throwing his hands up in the air, frustrated.

The hell there wasn't. You just were not fucking looking! Jaci stated firmly. Chase thought the woman was beautiful, but he was getting tired of her foul mouth.

You, fucking moron. You just crushed my Porsche with your piece of fucking shit truck.

My Escalade is not a piece of crap, lady, Chase was now getting angry.

My Porsche is only two weeks old, buddy. You just smashed the whole fucking front end of it with your piece of shit. Jacisaid, poking Chase again in the chest with her finger. Chase was getting more pissed off at her big mouth.

I am sure your daddy will fix it for you, Chase said sarcastically. She gave him a mean look, narrowing her eyes.

Fuck you, Paul Walker look alike. Do you even know whose car you hit? Jaci asked.

Chase chuckled at her comment. That pissed her off even more. Jaci glared even more at Chase, eyes slanted and mouth in a thin line.

Well, do you know who I am?

No, do you think you are somebody special? Chase asked sarcastically. Jaci poked him harder in the chest with her finger again.

I am Jaci Hurst, Jaci stated with a wicked smile. Chase looked at her and grabbed her finger.

That name means nothing to me. You need to stop poking me in the chest, little girl. Or I am going to put you over my knee and spank your ass, Chase stated firmly. Jaci was outraged at his smart-ass comment about spanking her.

Seriously, you are not going to touch my fucking ass, and I haven't been a little girl in the last 10 years. You really don't know who I am? Jaci asked with irritation.

No, I don't. All I know is you have a nasty mouth and a mean temper for a little girl. Chase stated with his arms crossed over his chest. Jaci cocked her eyebrow and smirked.

Well, I am not going to be nice. You just smashed my fucking Porsche. That is only two weeks old! Paul fucking Walker, I am not a fucking little girl! Jaci hollered in frustration. Chase shrugged his shoulder.

You should have been paying more attention instead of putting on lipstick.

Ugh...you are one frustrating man, Paul Walker, arrogant ass!

I guess we better report this for insurance reasons instead of standing around bitching about it. I have other things to do besides standing here listening to you bitch. Chase stated sarcastically. Jaci instantly tensed up at the mention of reporting the accident.

No, we can't report the accident. The reporters will come, and I will be all over the tabloids and news again. It would ready Jaci Hurst was drunk driving, or I was all doped up on drugs, Jaci replied sarcastically. Chase just stared at her in surprise.

So, who the hell are you? Chase asked curiously. Jaci gave him a questionable look.

You are serious. You really don't know who I am? Jaci looked at him, surprised. Chase shook his head no.

Well, Paul Walker, I am a rock singer, Jaci said. Chase smiled, realizing now who she was.

Now, I know. You are a bad girl all over the news that everyone talks about. You are a bad role model for the young girls, Chase snickered. Jaci shrugged her shoulders.

I never asked to be a role model for anyone; besides, it is all gossip.

You are a new upcoming rock star taking the world by surprise. Young girls love you, and mothers hate you.

You got that right, Jaci replied. Chase glanced at his watch.

Shit, I am late. I am supposed to be at the airport picking up my brother and his new wife. Look Jaci, I have to leave. Here is my business card. Get an estimate on your car, then we can figure something out for fixing it, Chase said, handing her his card. Jaci reached out, taking it from him, then glanced down, reading it.

Paul Walker's real name is Chase Black. This isn't a bogus card, is it?

No, Black Security is a real business.

Okay, fine. I am going to trust your word. Jaci smiled for the first time. Her beautiful smile startled Chase. She was a gorgeous woman when she wasn't yelling and poking him. Chase laughed and climbed back into his truck. The whole driver's side was wrecked. Jaci had to call for a tow truck to come and get her red Porsche.

Jaci pulled out her phone and dialed the number on the business card Chase had given her.

Black Security, how can I help you? a voice stated.

Um...yes, does a Chase Black work for you? Jaci asked.

Yes, Chase Black works here but is out of the office. Is there something I can help you with? Chance asked.

Tell him the woman with the Porsche just called to check on him, Jaci said, smiling.

I will give him the message when he returns to the office. Chance replied.

Thank you, Jaci said, hanging up her phone. She then texted Chase's other number on the card.

Paul Walker is really Chase Black of Black Security. So, you are legit. Called your office for verification. Jaci.

Chase drove away, heading to the airport. His phone buzzed with a message. Chase played the text message in his truck and laughed at the message.

Glad you called. I will get with you on the damages. Jaci Hurst, the foul-mouth rocker babe. Chase.

Chase laughed as he delivered the message back to Jaci. He still couldn't believe he had mangled a rock singer's Porsche. His day still had not gotten better as it went on. Chase quickly pulled up to the passenger drop-off and pick-up. Carter and Lillie were standing on the walkway waiting for him. Chase pulled up, honked his horn, parked, and then climbed out to help Carter load their luggage.

Hey Carter, I am sorry, I am late. I have had one hell of a shitty day, Chase stated. Carter laughed.

Well, you made it. What the hell did you hit? The back of your truck has red paint on it. Plus a few new dents.

I will explain all about it on the way home. Hello Lillie, Chase walked up to her and hugged and kissed her on the cheek.

You look a little frazzled, Chase, Lillian said, smiling.

Believe me wait until I tell you about my sucky day. Chase snickered and shook his head in frustration. Carter and Chase had the luggage loaded and then climbed into the Escalade.

How was Barbados? Chase asked.

Wonderful, the weather was fantastic, and so was my wife, Carter replied, smiling. Lillie giggled.

I can see that. I don't think I have ever seen such a big grin on your face, Carter. Chase laughed, looking over at Carter and Lillie. Carter smiled.

Lillie has made me the happiest man alive, Carter stated.

I don't know if I can handle the new happy you. Chase laughed.

Get used to it, brother. By the way, how is my Oliver? Carter asked. Chase groaned.

Oliver is the cause of how my day started out badly.

How is that so? Carter asked curiously.

First thing this morning, Oliver brought a bird into the house. He decided it was a good idea to let the damn thing loose. The fucking bird shit all over my kitchen as it flew around like a crazy loon-a-tick. Then it committed suicide on my glass door. Chase stated. Carter and Lillie busted out laughing.

Now wait, it gets better. I threw the dead bird outside because I was running late for work. Chance stopped by. Oliver bolted outside and decided to eat the dead bird. He then comes into the house and vomits the damn thing up whole with salvia. Disgusting. Chase snickered. Carter roared out, laughing louder. Lillie was still giggling.

I get the bird cleaned up and leave for work. I back over the damn trash can and get it stuck under the truck. I pull it out and slice my fricking arm open. I probably need a few stitches and a Tetanus shot. So I go back inside the house, clean the cut, and then butterfly it together.

Shit, Chase, you are having a bad day, Carter said, smiling.

Oh, I am nowhere near done yet. There is more. I went to Starbucks for a very-needed coffee. Get my coffee ordered. I head towards the exit door; some damn teenager hits me with the door, and I spill half of an extra-large coffee down my leg. It burns my damn leg, and now I am pissed. I go out to my truck. I back up, feel a bump, then hear a crunch. Next thing I know, some woman is screaming at me through my window. I get out of my truck, and the woman starts yelling, poking me in the chest with her finger. She is swearing at me like a sailor. She is a feisty little thing that only comes up to my chest. The front end of her new Porsche is damaged. So that is where the red paint and dents came from. The damn woman wasn't paying attention and ran into me as I backed out.

Damn, Chase, Carter said.

You two will never guess who the woman was, Chase said, smiling. Carter shook his head, smiling.

The nasty-mouthed woman is Jaci Hurst. She is the new rock star all the tabloids talk about. Young girls love her, but mothers hate her. That is whose car smashed into my truck. I had no idea who Jaci was until she told me. Jaci didn't want me to call the police about the accident, afraid of the tabloids showing up. So, I gave her my business card to call after she gets a couple of estimates on fixing the car.

Oh my god, Chase. I really like her music, Lillie said, smiling with excitement.

Jaci has got one hell of a nasty mouth on her. She kept blaming me for the accident, but she was the one who slid in behind my truck as I was backing out of the parking space. Chase shook his head with displeasure. I hope she doesn't expect me to pay for all the damages that were not really my fault.

Jaci is a gorgeous woman and energetic. When Jaci is singing, she dances to her music non-stop. During concerts, Jaci will fly over the audience doing flaps and all kinds of gymnastics with a rope attached to her. It is so very cool, Lillie said, smiling.

Jaci kept referring to me as Paul Walker. After she finally quit bitching, I did notice Jaci is very beautiful, Chase grinned. Carter chuckled.

Man, you had one hell of a day, Chase. I am not sure if I want to be sitting next to you or not. Maybe you should pull over and let me drive the rest of the way home, Carter chuckled. Carter pointed to the side of the road. Chase reached over and punched Carter in the arm.

Your damn dog started the whole fiscal with the bird.

Oh, Chase, don't blame poor Oliver for your bad luck, Carter smiled and punched Chase back in the arm.

Bullshit, your dog started it.

Lillie, Chase is full of shit. Oliver is a good boy. You are going to love him. Carter said, smiling.

Just make sure there are no birds around.

Chase pulled into Carter's driveway and parked. Chase, Carter, and Lillie climbed out of the truck. Chase helped Carter unload the luggage and carried it into the house.

I will bring Oliver back home to you after work, Chase told Carter.

That will be fine, Carter replied.

Okay, I will see you two then. Just make sure you have clothes on when I come back. Chase laughed.

Not making any promises. We like being butt-ass naked, Carter chuckled.

Damn, I don't think I can take the new you. You two at least will have to behave at work, Chase grinned and rolled his eyes.

Damn, we have glass walls, Carter chuckled. Chase shivered and shook his head. He walked towards the door.

Did you really have to put that image in my head? Now I must move my desk, so my back is to your office.

Carter and Lillie laughed at his comment. Chase shook his head, walking out the door. Chase was really happy for Carter and Lillie. Carter really needed her and was finally happy. Chase couldn't remember Carter ever being this truly happy. Carter definitely deserved to be happy once in his life.

Chase pulled out of the driveway and headed for the office. He parked his truck next to Chance's and Colin's trucks. Climbing out of the truck, Chase headed towards the office and stepped inside, feeling the coolness of the air conditioner.