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MACK
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Iwalk into Connor’soffice as he pulls off his jacket. It’s probably Tom Ford or Prada. Maybe Armani. He hangs it up and sits down behind his Connors enormous Brazilian rosewood desk.
Don’t ask how I know.
I actually know way too much about this man’s life after working for him for six years. Most people think I was his personal security.
Was.
I did more than that.
Connor doesn’t need protection. Like me, he’s also a Marine. Trained to fight and protect. But he’s way too busy to have his eyes everywhere, and with his fingers in a lot of pies—legal and otherwise—he needs a team around him.
I sit across from him and lift the tablet, tapping it awake.
Now, I’m stepping away from that role and focusing on running Barrett Security, which I’ve been doing part-time for a year or so.
That means I’ll be inducting more recruits who are as experienced as us. Marines, Army SEALs, Green Berets, or special forces as they’re known, and so on.
Tough guys.
And girls.
“Nathan will adjust,” I say as I wait for the device to update the needed app.
“Being my private security is not exactly a desk job,” Connor replies, twirling his pen around his fingers.
Nathan is taking over my role after promising his new wife he won’t take on anything dangerous after working undercover inside the Mancini mafia.
I smile down at the device. “Sienna can’t expect him to do an actual desk job. It would be like caging a tiger.”
Connor snorts.
When our laughter fades, I lift my head. I can feel a vibe rolling off him today and I know he has something on his mind.
“All three of them have come into our lives at a dangerous time. I worry,” Connor says, meaning Mia, Sienna, and Isabelle.
Worry is not an emotion I usually associate with Connor Barrett. It’s an expression I see on all three of my Dark King's faces these days. They love these women, and I know they would die to protect them.
In some ways, so would I. They are part of our family.
The app loads.
“We have security on them twenty-four-seven. Along with us. We aren’t accountants.” I smirk at him.
Connor grins, then wipes his hand over his face. “Yeah, fuck. I guess watching Mia get shot has messed me up. I lost my entire family to that fucker, Carlos. The idea he could’ve killed my wife makes me furious every fucking day.”
I nod slowly as I hold the space for his pain. But it's time for him to move on. So, I say what most people can’t to this powerful man.
Because he’s my friend first and foremost.
