“Two of Nick’s bodyguards are sitting on him,” Miff says.
“Good.” I nod, looking into the distance. “That will be all.”
Ihated knowing Kobi had been alone with Serenity. Probably kissed her lips. If he fucked her, I will cut his head off his neck. Then chop him up into tiny little pieces. I don’t want men touching her. She’s mine. Serenity just refuses to accept it. I take another slow draw from my cigar, letting the smoke drift toward the sky. For the first time in years, the tension eases from my shoulders.
She’s finally where she belongs.
Safe.
Under my roof.
With me.
The thought settles something deep inside my chest that I didn’t realize had been fractured all this time.
I have no intention of letting her out of my sight again.
I stroll through my house, noticing two of her guards posted at the front door. I jut my chin at them as I continue upstairs intomy bedroom. I tap the contact on my screen. The phone rings three times.
“Nico, you're still alive.”
“Not funny, Cairo.”
“Just thought you two would’ve killed each other by now,” he chuckles.
“We’re managing. It’s clear she hates me. Wants to tear out all my hair, and not in the good way.” “Will you two make it down the aisle in two weeks?”
“That’s why I’m calling. I need Baylor’s assistant to work a wedding miracle in two days.”
“What the hell, Nico?”
“Look, you know what’s going on. It’s getting hotter. She needs to be my wife right now, but I’ll wait two days.”
“Hold on,” he says. “Can Star and her team create a miracle wedding in two days?
Baylor snickers. “For a shit ton of money, yes.”
I grumble. “I heard her. Thanks Baylor.”
“He said thanks,” Cairo relays the message.
“They’ll arrive at ten in the morning.”
“Wonderful, thanks, man,” I say before disconnecting the call.
After making a few important calls, I take a shower, grab a few files, flip on the TV, rest my head against the headboard as I peer at the recent baseball stats. I chuckle. “Marco owes me money.”
Balancing the paperwork in my lap, I flip to the architectural specs for the new warehouse we’re building near the Delaware Bay. The project is bigger than anything we’ve taken on in years, and every detail has to be perfect.
A tiny black speck appears on the page.
I blink.
Gone.
Weird.
I absently scratch my PJ-clad thigh beneath the papers and keep reading.
