He turned to the table. “We should get going. We’re already late as it is.”
The men rose from the tables and left their dirty plates behind for the staff to handle. Wolfe should have moved to the right around the table, but he took the long way, coming the other way so his hand could graze my ass with the backs of his fingers on the way.
It was like he wanted to get shot.
He flashed me a smirk before he headed down the stairs.
My father was oblivious to the exchange. “We’re headed to Port Gela. We’ll be back in a couple hours.”
“Alright. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.”
“You do a great job, sweetheart. Wouldn’t be able to handle all of this without you.” His hand went to the middle of my back, and he gave me a kiss on the cheek before he followed the rest of the guys.
An ice-cold splash of guilt slapped me across the face. My father never asked me questions about my personallife. I’d obviously never introduced him to anyone before. The only condition he had was that none of the men who worked for him could cross that line with me.
And Wolfe crossed that line every single night.
I wasn’t sure how I should navigate this complex situation, but Wolfe was right. We’d have to come clean at some point. I wasn’t sure if it was better to come from me, or if my father would be pissed if Wolfe didn’t come to him first like a man.
I really didn’t know.
“Our production schedule is already pretty packed,” I said as I sat in front of the computer and spoke to a new customer through a virtual meeting. “It’ll probably take at least two months before we can start to fill such a large order.”
“Two months for us to receive it?”
I automatically looked over my shoulder to the cracked window behind me when I heard the unmistakable loud crash, like a car drove straight into a building. Then the sound of men shouting down below as if something had just happened. “Um, excuse me for one?—”
Then the sound of gunshots rang out.
Oh shit.
I shut the laptop before they could hear anything, wanting our criminal activities to be a secret from our regular wine customers. I pushed out of my chair and went to the window, and I saw the steel gate to the vineyard explode and one side collapse off the hinges. “Oh shit.” I looked over the edge of the gate and saw the line of SUVs waiting to get in and kill us all.
I ran to the desk and grabbed my phone to call Wolfe for help, but then I remembered he was with my father so I couldn’t call. I called my father instead, the person I probably should call anyway.
It rang twice before he answered. “Frankie, let me call you back?—”
“We’ve been hit. They just blew the gate. There are four SUVs and gunfire.” My heart was racing so damn fast, even though my voice sounded irrationally calm. With every beat, my heart was a little closer to breaking out of my chest.
I hoped Wolfe could hear me.
My father took a beat before he answered. “Barricade yourself inside your office until we make it back. We’ve got a traitor in our midst.”
“Okay.”
“Remember where the guns are?”
“Yes.” My whole body was slick with sweat. The palpitations were about to kill me.
“Shoot. Reload. Breathe. Repeat. Remember that?”
“Yes.” My voice cracked when I spoke.
“And don’t forget your vest.”
“Okay.”
“We’re on our way back. Hold them off as long as you can. Go.”
