Page 62 of Mob Queen

I don’t know what I’m going to do with him. Either way, this has to end. Now.

Chapter 21

Jeremy

“Mr. Miller,” Zac announces after he’s opened my door.

I rub my fingertips across my eyes, trying to release the stress forming behind them. “What is it, Zac?”

“Um.” He nervously looks over his shoulder, then back to me.

“What?” I snap with irritation.

“Your driver is here.”

“My what?” I lift my hands and shake my head. What is he talking about?

“Your driver, sir.”

“I’m hearing the words, Zac, but you and I both know I don’t have a driver.” Zac shifts his weight and clears his throat. “Okay then.” I huff in surrender as I stand to my feet and head out of my office. Beside Zac’s desk is in fact, a man, dressed in a suit, standing to attention and staring at me. “Who are you?”

“My name is Niko, and I’m your chauffeur, sir.”

I close my eyes and intake a sharp breath. My eyes drift open and I turn to Zac. “It’s late, you can leave for the day.”

He softly nods while darting his gaze between Niko and myself. “Yes, sir.”

Niko stands awkwardly as Zac powers down his laptop, safely locks it away then packs his things and leaves. “Did Miss DeLuca give you instructions?” I say to Niko once we’re alone.

“I’ve been told that I’m at your disposal.”

I lower and shake my head. “I have work to finish, you can leave.”

“I’m under instructions to wait.” He stands even more rigidly and pulls his shoulders back. I look at him before deciding to return to my office and finish what I’m working on.

Frankie DeLuca is fucking crazy, that is a certainty.

* * *

“You can leave,” I say to Niko as I shrug into my suit jacket.

“Sir, I’m to drive you home.”

A home I no longer have because bat-shit crazy Frankie burnt it to the ground. “I’m meeting the insurance adjuster at my house.”

“I can take you.”

I consider it for a split second, but, if I do then she has me exactly where she wants me. In her damn pocket. “I’ll drive myself. You can leave.” Niko stays rooted to the spot. Seriously, this guy must be getting paid big money to stay. “What’s she paying you?” I take my wallet out of my back pocket and open it. “A hundred?” Niko scoffs. “Two hundred?” Niko shakes his head. “Three hundred.”

“To be in the good books of Frankie DeLuca is payment enough. And, if I don’t do this, then I’m not in her good books.”

Great, I’m stuck with this guy. “I’m not going to use your services.” I make quick work of locking the office, and head toward the elevator down to the basement toward the underground parking. My brows draw together when I find my car isn’t in my allocated spot. “Are you kidding?” I run my hand through my hair and pinch the bridge of my nose. She’s a fucking psycho. I turn to Niko who’s standing behind me, a smug smile is on his face. “Do you know where my car is?”

“No idea, sir.”

Sure. She’s painted me into a corner for tonight. “Where’s your car?”

“Right here.” He walks toward an ostentatious stretch limousine and stands beside it, proudly.

---