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“Nothing. Never mind. What’s up?”
“We need to meet with Andrei and the other heads. I’ll send a chopper to pick you up at five.”
Fuck. I knew a face to face would be needed, but I hate leaving Scarlet alone. My best friend knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“She’ll be fine with Bash, Grady, and the other guys. They aren’t going to let anything happen to her.”
Deep down, I know they won’t, but Scarlet is precious. She’s also extremely vulnerable right now. I’d hate myself if I weren’t here when she needed me.
“I need to fly back tonight so I can be with her while she sleeps.”
Silence again.
“Are you watching her sleep? And you thoughtIwas a stalker. You’re just as bad.”
“I’m not a fucking stalker. She’s having nightmares. I don’t want her to be alone and scared.”
Declan snorts. “Aye. I’ll get you back tonight.”
“Can you have the pilot bring some string lights for her room?”
“Yeah. I’ll have him bring a nanny cam for you too so you can watch her like the non-stalker you are.”
I grin. “Perfect. Make sure it works in color and has sound. Actually, you know what, I’ll place an online order for some stuff, and he can go pick it up for me. I’ll send him the information.”
My boss is laughing his ass off on the other end of the line as I disconnect the call.
I’m no stalker. I’m just a good Daddy.
9
SCARLET
Ihaven’t stopped thinking about Killian all day long. Or the way he referred to himself as Daddy when he held me last night. His thick, corded arms made me feel so safe, and his whispered words soothed my fears.
After being involved with Ivan and meeting all his friends, I had a picture painted in my head of all mafia men. Arrogant, selfish, manipulative, dishonest, greedy. Ivan had all those traits. Red flags I should have seen from the start. It’s a funny thing, though, a lot of those traits can come across as confidence or intelligence. If you’re not careful and observant, it’s easy to miss what one truly is.
There’s no doubt about it. Killian is arrogant as hell. But not so much that he can’t be the butt of a joke without getting pissed off. From what my sister told me, Declan and Killian make sure all their men make a healthy living. Which is totally different from Ivan. He told me as soon as he made boss, he was going to cut almost everyone’s pay because they were making too much.
I don’t know how to feel about Killian but the one thing I do know is that he’s nothing like Ivan and that confuses the hell out of me.
When he asked to take a shower with me earlier, I knew he was only kidding. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered it. Not because I want to see him naked or anything, which I do, but mostly because of how safe he makes me feel when he’s around. Like nothing can touch me.
Paint drips on my foot, and the cold wetness forces me out of my own head.
“Whoops.”
A hot pink glob runs between my toes. I squeal and look around for something to clean up. There was an easel with all kinds of paints in one of the rooms and, since I’m stuck here, I figured it would be a perfect day to explore my artistic side. Too bad I can’t seem to concentrate on anything but Killian.
“What’s wrong?” Killian barks as he rushes in.
His sharp tone causes me to jolt. As if in slow motion, the paintbrush flies from my hand and smacks him right in the chest, leaving a hot pink swipe of paint down his jacket.
“Oh! Shit! I’m sorry.” I hobble over to him, trying to keep the paint running between my toes from trailing all over the kitchen floor.
Thank goodness I’d been wise enough to move the easel to a place without carpet. That would have been a real disaster.
His green eyes widen as he looks down at his chest. I’m almost to him to try to clean his suit jacket when the paint between my toes gets under my foot and I slip. I let out a screech as I fall backwards to my butt.
