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I need to stay a ghost.
If my enemies knew I was alive, I would be hunted.
The last words my father said to me...Never tell anyone who you are, son. Run!
The familiar grinding of my teeth, the pain slicing up the back of my neck from my fury, brings me back to the present, and I blink. I stretch one of my legs and check that the knife strapped just above my sock remains invisible. Just as all the other weapons on my body are.
I don’t leave home without them.
“We’re going to be a few minutes late, sir,” Benson, my driver, says. I pulled him out of the military a few years ago. He knows how to scan for bombs, drive if we’re attacked, and protect both of us if shit goes down. “The traffic was built up near Madison Square Gardens.”
I’m silent, my body tensing, and my eyes slide over to Mack.
As if on cue, Mack Turner, my head of security, turns from the passenger seat and gives me a reassuring look. “It’s an accident, Mr. Barrett. Turn up here, Benson. Then take 27thStreet.”
My body relaxes.
Mack is one of three men I trust with my life. He’s by my side ninety percent of the time.
Not when I fuck.
That’s not my kink.
While the We Are Family Foundation is important to me, I don’t give a damn about being on time—I’m the VIP guest, and they’ll wait for me. However, when you’re hiding in broad daylight from the mafia—that’s correct,allthe mobsters and cartels—and are as powerful as I am, it would only take two minutes to go from being thehunterto thehunted.
Because Iamhunting them.
They just don’t fucking know it.
Glancing at my Rolex, I note I’m ten minutes late. I run my hand over my solid jaw, rubbing my dark scruff. I need to fuck. I’ve been agitated and impatient recently. As a dominant and controlling lover, the act helps me release built-up energy.
I nearly snort at the wordlove. There’s no love in my life.
“Keep the car close when we arrive, Benson,” I say darkly. “I’m only staying an hour.”
“Yes, sir.”
When the limo pulls up outside the Convention Center, I wait for Mack to open the door, then I climb out and stand, running my hands over my Armani tux and glancing around.
The red carpet is empty. Everyone inside is waiting for me.
In and out. That’s the plan.
“Give Billy the night off tomorrow,” I say to Mack without looking his way. When I take a few steps and he hasn’t responded, I turn.
My dark eyes connect with his.
“You need a new location. It’s not safe, Connor,” Mack replies.
I nod.
He’s not disagreeing with me. No one would. He’ll have his reasons, and I trust him.
“Arrange it,” I say, then step into the hotel lobby. The sign for the event points to the large conference rooms in the back.
To be honest, I’m surprised someone from the company organizing the event is not greeting me. I was told they would. But it’s one less annoying person on this planet to deal with, so I couldn’t care less.
I make my way through the space and find the room and the main door. As I reach for it, it flings open.
