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Laughing, he replies, “You’re accomplishing more than they could ever dream of. This would be a piece of cake for you. They rely on you to finish the job, no matter what the circumstances may be. I’m not saying they are incompetent, but they’re not you. So what do you think? You already have your office here,” he states. “You’d have the freedom to make any changes you desire, and in return, we can provide Emilie with a more spacious office.” I let out an involuntary sigh, surprised by the sudden release of tension.
“Alright then. Let’s just keep this between us for now. We’re still working on tracking the Snakes and the Italians. I don’t want anyone to know until we’ve eliminated them.”
He nods his head, ready to speak. “I’m having Matteo followed. I still can’t believe that piece of shit is trying to take me down.”
“Is he still working for you?”
“He is. I’m giving him false information for now, waiting to see what he’ll do with it.” He retrieves something from his cluttered desk and carefully pulls out an envelope. “We received this yesterday. An invitation for a gala.” I look at him, surprised. No one told me anything about it. I knew they'd be receiving it, but I didn’t know it already arrived. He must have noticed my puzzled expression because he quickly adds, “Aidan doesn’t even know yet. I was biding my time after everything that happened.” I nod.
“When is it?”
“Tomorrow evening.” I can’t help but stare at him with wide, astonished eyes.
“Tomorrow evening? What the hell?”
“They must have planned to shock us so that we wouldn’t have time to prepare our team. But thanks to your mole, my team is ready. I had to make some adjustments because of Fusco, but we are ready.”
“Okay. I need to inform my team. Can you send me the location?”
“Will do.” Just as I’m about to exit, he calls out to me, and I turn around.
“Blakely. I’m happy you’re staying. You’re making the right decision. I know you still resent me regarding what happened in the past, but please believe me when I say that I had no other choice but to keep you safe. You mean the world to both my son and your brother. They will do everything in their power to keep you safe. I’ve seen my son go through hell since he lost you. He deserves to be happy. Eight years later, that boy is still madly in love with you and would kill anyone who tries to hurt you. Don’t throw away that kind of love. Take the advice of an old man.”
I can only nod, my throat tight with the emotions his words have stirred up.
“Thank you.”
“What the hell is this colour?” As I glance down, I notice that my toenails are painted a vibrant shade of pink. PINK. Em laughs beside me. I’m going to kill her. She knows I hate this colour.
We’ve been chatting and eating for an hour now. Eilidh and Isla are here along with Em. Bailey texted me, letting me know she had an emergency at the hospital and is on her way back now.
“It’s pink,” Em says nonchalantly and shrugs her shoulders as if it was the most mundane thing in the world. Seriously, I’m going to kill her.
“I know it’s pink. Why are my toenails painted pink?”
“Because pink is pretty. I can’t paint them black, even though it would match your soul.” The girls giggle.
“Haha. Very funny,” I say, trying not to move the freshly painted nails.
“Don’t be a mood killer. It’s a pretty colour. Maybe you need more gin. It will help with your grumpy mood.”
“On it,” I hear Isla say, already in the kitchen. She comes back with more gin and lemonade because, apparently, that’s the best way to drink it. I’m more of a wine and whisky kinda girl, but gin will do.
“Soooo,” says Isla once she’s back from the kitchen. I look at her, waiting for more, but she doesn’t provide any additional information.
“So what?” I ask her, accepting the glass she hands me.
“What is going on between you and Aidan?” she questions as she sits next to me.
“Aye, what’s going on?” joins Eilidh. “I’ve been dying to know.”
Emilie takes a sip from her glass, hiding her smile as she joins them. “Aye, Blakely. What is happening between you two?” Cheeky bitch. She knows exactly what’s happening.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My eyes glance at the window.
“Bullshit,” says Isla. “What was the kiss at the dojo about then?”
Damn him and his new affinity for PDA. I know what it was. That wasn’t an innocent kiss. No. It was a statement for everyone around that I am his. Alpha-hole.
