Page 56 of Captivated By Him

“You wanted to talk here, so talk. What has you so pissed?”

“Never mind.” I shake my head. I don’t want the audience and my head is clouded now. What exactly am I pissed about?

“Let’s go to my office.” He spins on his heel, while cupping my elbow, and leads me out of the club and into the offices.

My coffee break has been ruined and worst of all, I’m pretty sure it’s cold now.

“What did Henry want?” Jakub asks the moment his office door is closed.

“What he always wants, to have a tantrum because I didn’t stay with him, to accuse me of turning him in to the cops, to be a complete asshole just because he can be.” I put my coffee on the desk and plop into one of the leather-cushioned chairs. Damn, this is comfortable. Much better than the rolling chairs I have in my office.

“You’re married to me.”

I turn around in the chair, hooking my arm over the back, and settle a look on him. “He’s aware. And he doesn’t care.”

“Did he say why he’s still in Chicago?”

“No. Something about Piotr doing something and I was going to get caught in the crosshairs. I wasn’t really listening, Jakub. He’s a crazy asshole.”

“He’s dangerous,” Jakub mutters and marches to his desk where his cell is laying on top of a closed laptop.

After tapping on the phone, he puts it to his ear, keeping steady eyes on me. One finger taps the back of his phone while he waits for someone to answer his call.

With an annoyed sigh, I grab my coffee and take a sip.

Yep, it’s chilled.

“Marcin, I need you to swing by Katfish and pick up my wife. Bring her home and make sure two men are stationed at every entrance. Only workers are allowed in the warehouse until further notice. No sales visits or whatever bullshit they do, understood?”

The hair on my neck stands at attention.

“I still have work to do,” I argue with him while he’s listening to Marcin’s response. “I’m not leaving yet, Jakub.”

He holds up a finger at me, telling me to wait.

My face heats.

“No. I will not fucking wait. I have a job. I have a life. And none of that is going to change because you want to have a fucking pissing contest with Henry or Piotr or whoever!” I shove out of the chair and make it to the door before I feel his powerful arm wrap around my waist.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m hoisted off the floor. I kick out my feet and hit the door, but he takes a step back so I can’t hit anything.

“Five minutes, Marcin. Pull up in the back, I’ll bring her out. And I want to know who was supposed to watching the little prick. He shouldn’t have gotten anywhere near her,” he says and then hangs up. Now both arms are holding me around my waist and no matter how much I try to shove them off me, they don’t budge.

“Dammit, Jakub. Let me go.” I slap his arm, which he probably can’t even feel with his suit jacket on.

Who the hell wears a suit jacket in ninety-degree weather in Chicago?

“Calm down.”

“I am calm,” I say and swing my leg back until I hit his shin. Somehow, I doubt it’s the first time he’s been hit before; it doesn’t even bother him.

“I’m going to put you down and you’re going to stay put, understood?”

Understood? Like I’m one of his little worker bees?

“Sure,” I say with a nod and stop struggling against him. It’s not like I’m going to win anyway.

With caution, he puts me back on my feet. The second his arm is loose, I burst free and rush to the door.

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