Page 61 of Remember That Time

No fucking way.

I darted around Bruce and into the hallway.

It was Lester.

"What in the hell are you doing?" It looked as if he was trying to rip the door to Gianni's apartment apart.

Lester spun around, a funny little smirk crossing his lips for a moment before his expression turned to worry. "Sir," he quickly stated. "I think something has happened to your fiancé. I heard a bunch of yelling and—"

I cocked my head. "Lester, I never told you who my fiancé was."

"You were dating him sir, so I assumed—"

I shook my head. "I never told anyone that I was dating Gianni."

"Sir, you pay me to know these things."

"No, actually, I don't." This guy was starting to piss me off, and not just because he stood between me and Gianni. "I pay you to help me run my business. I do not pay you to stick your nose in my personal life."

"Sir—"

"How did you know Gianni was pregnant? You knew even before I knew I'd slept with Gianni. How did you know?"

"Like I said, sir, you pay me to know these things."

"Man." I rubbed my hands over my face for a moment before dropping them to my hips. "You must have been thrilled when I assigned you to investigate this shit. Now it all makes sense why there were no leads. You erased them all."

I narrowed my eyes at Lester. "Did you erase the surveillance at the hotel, too?" I was in total disbelief. I had trusted Lesterfor years and he had stabbed me in the back. "You sent me those threatening letters demanding ten million dollars?"

"So what if I did," Lester shouted, finally losing his pretense of being innocent. "I deserve that money!"

"No, you don't," I retorted.

"I work for you day and night," Lester continued as if I hadn't spoken a word. "Every time you call I have to ask how high I'm supposed to jump. I gave up my nights for you, my weekends, my holidays, everything. That money is mine."

"And you get paid damn well for that work," I snapped. "You knew what the job was like when I hired you. If you didn't like it, you should have quit. Instead, you're going to jail where I hear the working conditions are worse than hell."

"You first!"

I barely had time to drop to the floor before I heard two gunshots. I covered my head with my arms, praying there wouldn't be more.

"You can get off the floor now."

Someone snorted. I think it was Frank.

"Actually, I think he should stay there."

Yeah, it was Frank.

I climbed to my feet and looked around. It didn't take more than a glance to see two of my bodyguards helping a bleeding Lester to his feet. It looked like he had been hit in the upper chest.

Good. I wanted him to live long enough to enjoy prison.

As soon as they escorted Lester past me, I darted for the bedroom. "Gianni!"

"Janos?"

"Baby, where are you?"

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