Page 87 of Saved By My Buyers

I need to be sure all of Dahlia’s paperwork is in order for her new identity.

“Jack,” Bee says in a sing-song voice that makes me chuckle. “What else is going on?”

“I may be making this out to be a bigger deal in my head, but I can’t help it,” I say. “I am not an animal, I can fucking control myself…”

“Okay, that’s not at all worrying,” she says. “I know you want Dahlia, and so do I. She’s aware of how to slow things down or stop them, she has a safeword. What are you torturing yourself with?”

“I almost fucked her in the apartment, with people getting high in the next room. I didn’t, but God damn. I’m not a teenage boy. I should have some control over myself,” I complain.

I don’t want to scare Dahlia. That’s truthfully what it comes down to. I’m intense, all consuming, and I’ve been so careful with her.

“She’s not made of glass, Jack,” Bee says. “You need to be careful not to make her think you don’t want her. That is inexcusable in my eyes.”

“You’re right,” I nod. “The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I think I’m nervous.”

As I pull up to her work place, Bee smirks at me. “I guess you better get home and work out those nerves, baby,” she says. “I expect to hear all about how well you rocked our girl’s world. Preferably from her. I need to see if I can tempt her to go out with me later today.”

My lips spread wide with a smile because that’s what I needed to hear. “It should be safer for her to do that,” I agree. “I’m swinging by the office to check on the progress, and then I’m going home to do exactly what you said.”

“Have fun,” she says, giggling when someone honks at me. “Bye!”

“Have a good day,” I tell her as she gets out of the truck. Bee does an adorable hop down, waving as she closes the door behind her.

I drive on autopilot to work, and have the fastest check in possible. My team gazes wide-eyed at me as I grab her new bank card and identification, then watch as I begin to rush out after they all reported that their work was done.

“Awesome, I’ll be out the rest of the day. I shouldn’t have any calls, but if I do, Elira?—”

“I will tell them that you’re indisposed between one of your two girlfriends’ legs,” she says with a chuckle.

“Elira,” I groan as she waves me off.

“You work too damn hard,” she reminds me. “Go play hookey, boss. We’re spending the rest of the day ensuring her identity is iron clad, so I either moved other work, or didn’t schedule it today.”

“You all are the best,” I say. “Seriously, thank you for the hours you’ve put into this. I know Dolly appreciates it too. Guys, she’s been staying in Belmont. I took her to her apartment to pick up some of her things, and it was awful. The people she was staying with are fucking disgusting.”

“Got any names I can use to fuck some people up?” Brady asks. “Or an apartment number. I can find out the rest from there.”

He taps his temple, and I nod, knowing he has a photographic memory. Giving Brady the address and the apartment number makes me feel better. Frankie and his roommates are getting arrested, or having a visit from some gang members.

Either way, they’re about to have a really bad day.

“Thanks. I may have lost my temper and stun gunned one of them,” I say nonchalantly. I’m not typically a violent man, but Dolly and Bee are where I draw my line. At their confused looks, I add, “In his dick.”

Rivek cups himself as he snorts, and Luna smirks.

“He must have been a real shitbag,” she says. “Brady, I need you to get real inventive, please.”

“I’ll fund whatever it is,” I add. Brady raises a brow, but we’ve already established that when it comes to Dolly, I only care enough about the law to keep us all out of prison. “I have some favors I can call in, if you tell me what they did that made you so angry,” he says.

Sighing, I explain the state of Dolly’s bedroom, and the room fills with disgust and anger. They may have just met her, but they’re invested in her safety and happiness.

“This one is definitely on me,” Brady says, cracking his knuckles. “I grew up in that area. They won’t learn unless they are forced to. I’m happy to provide the education.”

“Thanks. We appreciate it,” I say, knowing that he won’t accept anything other than my words. “I’m touched you all are so protective of her. I’ll be back in the office tomorrow, hopefully in a better mood.”

“You didn’t do it right if you’re not,” Lorrie crows, making my ears heat as I leave.

God, they’re all ridiculous.

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