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“No,” I glance back over my shoulder, “but he seemed to know me.”
Her eyebrows perk up as if fine tuning her laser like stare through the glass window. “What did he say to you?”
“Nothing really,” My heart is misfiring in my chest. “It was nothing. I’m just not myself today.”
“Understandable.” She breaks eye contact with the man in the dinner and matches my frantic steps all the way back to Dominic’s building. It’s not until I’m entering the apartment that the air returns to my lungs. “If you need me, I’ll be here.”
“Thank you.” I step inside, securing the door.
Seriously, pull yourself together.
Chapter 7
Dominic
Weary from what little sleep I had the last several hours, I draw my sore body out of the twisted position I woke up in. Stretching my tight shoulders as I stand from the armchair. I take a glance at Callie. She’s still sound asleep in my bed. Her hair splayed across the pillow, looking like she belongs there. She moans again and shifts onto her back. I listened to the soft laments purring from her lips half the night as I tossed side to side in that stupid chair with my cock as hard as a rock and now it’s beyond painful.
I growl under my breath, giving myself another lame excuse for why I shouldn’t touch her and take a quick shower. The hot water eases the ache in my back and my hand relieves the rest of my pent of pressure. Ironic isn’t it. Married for less than twelve hours and I’m already reduced to self-pleasure. Soon enough, I’ll have her.
After my shower, I dress quickly in a pair of faded jeans and a crisp, button-down shirt open at the collar. Today isn’t a usual day at the office, so my attire can be more modest. A suit is a powerful look for business but at the warehouse watching my supply be unloaded, it isn’t necessary.
I glance at my watch as I climb in the passenger seat of my SUV, Dixon is already behind the wheel with the engine running. It’s still early but I had to get out of the apartment before I lost all control. I don’t know what’s getting to me worse, her body or the fact that I can’t touch it.
Can’t or won’t?
I’m used to having what I want but the fact that I’m trying to respect her is foreign to me. I’m a man who gets what I want, or I take it. So why am I being sensitive to her needs all of a sudden? Get in, get mine and get out. That’s how I’ve spent most of my life. It’s never failed me. You’d think women would be put off by my nonchalant attitude towards them, but I’ve found it to be quite the opposite for most of them. Callie isn’t like most girls though. I could see it right away, she’s different and she deserves more. I keep reminding myself that this is a business arrangement and all that’s in it for me is her controlling interest in Hawkins Transportation.
I slide my sunglasses to the top of my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. I need to shoulder my thoughts. I can’t afford the distraction. There is too much on the line and Callie Hawkins Delgado has already become more of a distraction than I anticipated.
I hop out of the SUV the minute we arrive, stalking across the pavement toward the warehouse and the approaching truck. Dixon raises the bay door on the warehouse front and the rig drives in, screeching to a halt. When the door is lowered and securely latched the driver climbs down from the cab.
“Open her up.” I order.
The driver looks nervously at his feet and then back up again, “I don’t have the key.”
Another precaution I put in place after the last shipment came up short thanks to Callie’s father. At the time I didn’t consider what that would mean if customs had demanded to search the vehicle, but I play the numbers game with each truck that crosses the border. My contact in customs tells me that one in five is searched, so I pay him generously to nail down the timing and ensure that my trucks slide through undetected.
I toss the driver the only key, safely in my possession. He catches it with both hands and walks around to the rear of the trailer. Using the key, he unlocks the padlock and hands the key and the lock to Dixon. He swings open the doors and I nod to Manny and Carlos.The diver steps aside and they climb up into the truck. Using crowbars, they open the crates and dig through the contents masking the true cargo. When the first brick islocated, Carlos brings it to me to inspect. I flip open my pocketknife and carve a tiny slit into the wrapping, dipping the tip of the blade into the white powder. I raise it to my nose to check for strange odors, being careful not to inhale it. Carefully I eye it over for any oddities to its coloring and then touch the blade to my tongue. When I’m satisfied my product is pure and untampered with, I give the order to begin unpacking the rest of the shipment.
It takes hours for four of my men to unpack, sort and reload the bricks into three separate trucks, each arriving and leaving at different times to avoid drawing unwanted attention. My men handle it with ease as they always do. They know that everything we have rides on the sale of this product. I have wealthy clients who expect a specific product and because of my arrangement with Hawkins Transportation, I’m the only one who can supply what they need in its purest form. They each have their own methods of cutting and distributing, which is irrelevant to me. My job stops once they take possession, and the money is securely transferred to my offshore accounts.
When the last of the product is transferred and the final truck leaves, my men reload the original cargo. I pay the driver. “This is for your time and your silence.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He accepts the cash and climbs back inside the cab. Dixon raises the warehouse door, and the truck lets out a loud pulsing beep as it backs out. When the driver clears the warehouse, he points the truck towards the road and drives away.
The sun has crept across the sky almost setting when a flash of light in the distant tree line catches my attention. My instinct has always been keen, strengthened by years of hiding the seedy side of my business dealings in plain sight. Something is off, I can feel it twisting in my gut like a rusty blade. We’re being watched.
“Someone is out there. Find them and bring them to me, now.” I bark out to my men.
Manny, Carlos and Dixon are on their feet quickly, without thinking twice about questioning my order.
“It’s probably just the sun or some kid walking his dog.”
I cut my eyes at the new kid, Dixon brought along to help with the load. While he’s been running loads for a while now, we haven’t had much face time. He hasn’t seen the side of me the others have, so there’s no fire under his feet. I slam my hand into his chest, knocking him back a step. “You want to earn your place in my organization? Then don’t ever question me again.”
“Sorry Sir.” His voice trembles as he sprints off in the direction of the others.
The glints of light move through the tree line and then disappear. I watch as my men come together, and a struggle pursues. They have the upper hand outnumbering the snoop four to one, once the kid gets the jump on him. The trespasser puts up a fight, refusing to go down easy but in a matter of minutes, my men are all on their feet and heading back in my direction. Dixon is holding tightly to the arms of a man half his size. Then again everyone is half his size. When they reach me, Dixon shoves the man to the ground at my feet.
