Page 60 of Remember That Time

"Fiancé, sir? You're engaged?"

"I am, but it's a recent thing, which is why you don't know yet. Now that you do, you need to start interviewing bodyguards for my fiancé." I'd be damned if I went through this hell again.

"I'll get started as soon as we get back to the office."

I nodded before dialing Gianni's phone again. Maybe he had just left it in another room or something. It could be charging. He had lost one already. Maybe he lost this one, too.

There were a dozen reasons to explain why Gianni wasn't answering his phone and all of them were shit excuses. My gut was telling me that he was in danger.

By the time the car screeched to a stop in front of Gianni's apartment building, my nerves were frayed. I jumped out of the car and started for the building just as another car pulled up and two men jumped out.

I instantly recognized them and winced at my poor luck. Granted, the extra muscle was welcome, but not the anger I could see in frank and Martino's eyes.

As soon as they reached me, I knew from their expressions and the clenched fists hanging at their sides that they wanted to punch me.

I held up my hand. "Save Gianni first, punch me later."

"Deal," Frank said.

Martino snorted.

When we went into the apartment building and headed for the elevator, I directed my bodyguards to take the stairs to the fifth floor, giving them the apartment number.

I whipped out my cell phone and brought up a picture of Gianni, showing it to them. "This man is your only priority. He's my fiancé. Treat him with extreme caution. He's carrying my child."

I started to turn only to stumble back, cradling my jaw. I felt as if I had been hit with a sledgehammer instead of Frank's fist.

"You're the asshole that knocked up our baby brother?" Frank shouted.

"Gianni first, Frank." After we rescued him, they could do whatever they wanted to me.

Frank sent me a narrow-eyed glare and stormed into the elevator. Martino, Bruce, and I followed. I swear everyone and their dog decided they needed to use the elevator right there and then. I finally told Bruce to stand in the doorway in case it stopped. We didn't need anymore passengers.

When we reached the fifth floor and the doors slid open, we all filed out. I hurried down the hallway toward Gianni's apartment. My steps slowed the closer I got, especially when I heard pounding.

Someone grabbed me and pulled me to a stop. I turned, a snarl on my face. Bruce was standing behind me, a gun in his hand.

"Let me go first, sir. I'm trained for this."

Yeah, okay, but I was going to be right behind him.

As soon as Bruce stepped into the apartment, I lipped in behind him. We hadn't gone more than a couple of steps before we all heard a low painful sounding groan.

I glanced around until I spotted a body on the floor next to the bookshelf. I knew it wasn't Gianni simply because of the hair color. Gianni's hair was brown. This guy's hair was dark blond.

I gestured for a couple of my bodyguards to get him out of the apartment. I knew Gianni wouldn't want him in harm's way.

When Bruce started moving again, so did I. The pounding grew louder. As soon as we reached the corner of the hallway, Bruce motioned for us to stop and then peeked around the corner.

When he glanced at me, his eyes were as wide as they could be.

I frowned at him and mouthed,"What?"

"It's Lester, sir,"Bruce mouthed back.

My frown deepened."Lester?"

"Lester Douglas, your executive assistant."

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