Page 125 of Charity's Redemption

“There comes a pointwhen you have to put your foot down.”

This conversation had been grating on my nerves for the last thirty minutes as I tried getting an answer from Alek, my broker, about when my cocaine would get introduced to Sacha, a new client.

When Randall broke off from Charity, he’d caused a major delay, making Sacha increasingly impatient and me angry. And everyone knows not to piss off the Russians or the Italians.

“We have a meeting here in a few days with him. There wasn’t anything we could’ve done to shorten the delay. Besides, Sacha has been understanding.”

Understanding my ass.

Tell that to the dozens of phone calls I’d received from his second and himself, which was abnormal. Typically, I didn’t have contact with the buyers, but I was the one who brought them to Alec and his team. Now I am regretting it.

He’s lucky I didn’t need to deal with this side of things. It wasn’t worth my time and effort when there were many other things to take care of, like keeping Charity out of trouble, and making sure Elias gets what’s coming to him.

“I expect that meeting to flow smoothly. No funny business.”

“We haven’t failed you before.”

“Really?”

“That wasn’t entirely our fault.”

Which was true, but also not. His father instigated the rivalry, causing bloodshed across a thirty-thousand-square-foot warehouse and the grounds outside. But I blamed him regardless, since it was consequently his fault.

“Just get it done, Alek. Follow through and don’t lose me another client.”

“Yep,” he said before ending the call.

I squeezed my fist around my phone until the plastic creaked in my hands, then tossed it onto my desk beside the new one I’d yet to give to Charity.

“Trouble in Hell?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled as I squeezed my eyes, hoping that she wasn’t really standing in my doorway in nothing but a long gray t-shirt, but when I opened them again, she was.

My body warred with the thrill of seeing her standing there with my cock swelling against my slacks, but irritation from her not resting clenched my fist.

“It’s paradise,amore. What are you doing out of bed?”

A grin slid across her plush lips as she bit the cut Kandy put there.

If I could have my hands around that woman’s throat one more time, there would still be no satisfaction.

I should’ve killed her the moment I found out she’d been talking with that FBI agent, but instead, I gave her a chance—something Pops would’ve never done. He would’ve put a bullet in her head where she sat and never batted an eye.

But some satisfaction came when I watched Kandy’s mother open the bloody gift I sent to her on her porch. She’d screamed at the top of her lungs and nearly fainted as she’d dropped the box. It was a priceless movie I’ll put on replay for years to come.

“I’m bored. And I want you to do something about it.”

“What exactly do you want me to do? I’m working, and you should be resting.”

She sauntered into my office, placed her hands on my thighs, and fell to her knees before me.

“I want you to entertain me…”

“Watch that movie?”

“Come watch it with me?”

I ran my hand over my jaw as I watched the delicate muscles in her throat move up and down while she swallowed. “Working.”

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