Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I’m at the apartment, which is a big mistake. I ran into that pervert.” I hear the leather of the steering wheel crunch, and I look to see that Mr. Conti’s knuckles have whitened around it. Shit. Men are just so much fucking trouble.
We hate our landlord, who can’t keep his eyes or his hands to himself. “Ugh. Did you tell him to fuck off?”
“I did, as usual, but he’s creepy and thinks that ‘drop dead’ means I’m interested. If that fucker calls me ‘Maybe’ one more time, I might forget that I’m trying to be a lawyer and stab him in the eye.”
“Or in his balls,” I offer, making my boss aware that I’m not as weak as I might seem.
“I’m not getting that close to that STD-ridden cesspool.”
“Good girl,” my boss says with a bit of a growl.
“Who is that?” Her voice sounds different.
“Oh, that’s my boss.”
“What’s going on, June?” May sounds suspicious. God, I hope she doesn’t get too curious, or he’ll get all mafia man on us.
“He’s escorting me home.”
“You’re off already?”
“Yes, I have some matters to attend to, so she has the rest of the day off.” Hmm…. He sounds absolutely like a normal Midwesterner without a hint of an Italian accent or darkness in his tone that he gave me a few minutes ago. Shady bastard’s going to give her that lousy excuse when he did it to interrogate me. Not that I’d tell her because I don’t want to cause problems.
“Okay,” she says. Shit, she sounds weird. Full of distrust. “So you’ll be coming home tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Conti ends the call, and I look at him with curiosity.
There’s a scowl on his face, but he still gives a light chuckle. “Your sister is under the impression that you and I are involved. Interesting. Has any of her former employers begun an affair with her?” he asks out of the blue.
“Not that she would have told me. She protects me from everything. Well, almost everything.” I give him a knowing look, like I missed the mark on this job. She’d been right, and I totally didn’t see the writing on the wall. “She told me this job was too good to be true.”
“If you’re telling me the truth, you have nothing to worry about. Just don’t hurt Alessio. He’s come a long way, and I trust him too well to have to find another.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Would you hurt Alessio?”
“Never, he’s like a brother to me, but I’m starting to understand why your sister looks after you.”
I turn my head and glare out the window. “Did you just call me stupid?”
“Naïve is a better word. Let me walk you inside.” I nod, and he unlocks the house before stepping inside. He looks around and moves so I can step in. Closing the door, he looks around.
“I thought you would have convinced him to get you the kitten.”
“It’s his home.”
He walks around, then comes back into the entryway and shakes his head. “He’s going to catch hell once you realize all the power you have.” Mr. Conti walks out, smirking, and I try to ignore what he says because Alessio is the most confusing man in the world. He stares at me like I’m his next meal, and then he rushes away from me as soon as humanly possible.
Chapter Eleven
Alessio
There is someone working with our enemies, reporting our deliveries just in time for them to be apprehended by the authorities and confiscated. Because we don’t leave any trace that ties us directly to them, the merchandise is unclaimed. It takes more time, but we do get our things back through legal channels and the proper officials. So, I’d done what Dario wanted and had gone for the long drive to the warehouse to check in on the situation.
It was perfect timing because I stumbled in on one of the foremen in the middle of taking some kickbacks to screw us over. He’d been offloading our trucks for a hefty profit. So I called in our team to deal with the mess I made, and then headed back to check in with Dario and then my little sweet-smelling rose.
When I return from the trip to the warehouse, Dario is pacing a hole in his office floor, running his fingers through his hair. “Did you know her sister studied criminal law?” he asks me.
“No, but what does that have to do with us?” I wasn’t worried when he left with her that he’d harm her or was interested in my woman, but I was worried that she’d crush on him even harder.
“You don’t see a problem with the maid having a sister actively pursuing the right side of the law?” he asks.
“Fair point, but June’s not.”
“Yes, Ms. June Beaman isn’t. Although they didn’t do a thorough background check when they sent her in. It could have been an oversight; unless it was to get her killed.” No, it was me that hired her without even considering anything other than wanting her around me.