“She’s harmless,” I mutter. “Call him off. I’ve got her handled.”
“I’ll take it under advisement.” Tío E cuts the call.
My fist hits the steering wheel. “Fuck!”
He’ll take it under advisement.Fucking hell. Stopping at the light, I turn left towards my parents’ house instead of heading to the estate.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m walking through my childhood home looking for my father. I find him in his office, because likeme, he’s a fucking workaholic. He might spend less time at the casino these days, but that doesn’t mean he’s not still working.
“Hey.” I walk in, closing the door behind me.
“Alfie, what’s going on?” My father stands and circles his desk.
“Nothing. I need to put a detail on someone,” I tell him.
“Okay, so do it.”
“I might need more men than usual.”
“Why?”
“Tío E sent Elias here to handle Molly Olive.”
“Fucking hell.” Dad shakes his head.
“I want her protected. I called Tío E and he wouldn’t agree to stand down.”
“Why do you want her protected?”
“Haven’t you heard? She’s my date to Mom’s gala Saturday night.” I smirk.
“I heard about that. Is that the only reason?”
“She’s a businesswoman. Once she realizes she’s wasting time and resources here, she’ll back out. She doesn’t need to be on the radar of the fucking cartel.”
“I agree,” Dad says. “I’ll speak to Emmanuel. How many men have you already got following her?”
I smirk. He knows me too well. “Three, but if Elias is planning on erasing the Olive Group problem, I want more.”
“Okay, handle it.”
“Thanks.” I wasn’t asking for permission to put more men on her. The men I currently have following Molly are instructed to keep me informed of her coming and goings. Not to keep her safe. That has to change.
“Alfie, you sure she’s not going to be a threat?” my dad presses.
“She won’t be a problem,” I assure him, because as much as I might like fucking the woman, I’m not going to lose my city to anyone.
Chapter Nine
Shopping is exhausting, but I did manage to get an evening gown for Saturday. It took ten stores to find the right one. Angus made up some emergency fire he had to put out and left after the third stop. So I’ve spent most of the day alone, which is both a blessing and a curse because I’ve had way too much time to replay last night.
Not to mention with every dress I tried on, my first thought was what would Alfie think of it. I’m pretty sure that’s why it took so long to finally choose one, because I was frustrated and annoyed at myself for caring what a man would think of my dress. Sure, I want to look good. I want to turn heads. What I’m not looking for is some guy’s approval.
I finally came to the conclusion that the reason I cared what Alfie thought of my dress was because I need him to be distracted Saturday night. I need him to not notice when I approach the potential sellers. Nope, instead, I want him to be dealing with a raging boner all night. It’s probably wishful thinking. I’m not certain he’s that into me. I mean, the man can literally have any woman he wants.
That dark hair, tanned skin. The six-pack he hides under those suits… the little V he’s sporting that leads to one very impressive-looking cock. Damn it! Now my mouth is watering at the memory. I didn’t get to taste it. I really want to know what he tastes like. Shit, these are not the thoughts I want or need to be having at the moment.
I’m meeting Angus for dinner. He wanted to brief me on his discussion with the team today. I’ve spent the last two hours catching up on emails and trying to not think about the man who left his mark all over my body.
