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“Those men in there are my cousins. Their mother, Angela, is my mother’s sister. We are royalty so we have no need to beg anyone for shit. Whatever we put our hands to, you can guarantee it will turn to gold. I would never compromise the integrity of this company, my staff, or myself by involving this company in mafia dealings. I know who we are and what the fuck we are, but I also know how to keep the two separate as does Marco and Alessandro,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

“Can you?”

I snarl, but no words come out.

I hate that her eyes are wide, and I can’t determine if it’s fear, frustration, or surprise. Right now, I don’t give a fuck because she knows me. It may have been over a decade since we had dealings, but she knows the man that I am. Despite our past, she knows I’ve always been a man of integrity.

“I never knew. Why didn’t I know?”

“Because it wasn’t something that I proudly displayed. I’m used to people judging us, and I’m used to reactions like yours. I didn’t try to hide it, but there was no reason to talk about it unless we approached that fork in the road. We never did.”

“We talked about marriage, Ambrose. Would you have told me?”

“I would’ve told you every goddamned thing you wanted and needed to hear if given a chance.”

She holds her hand up. “Let’s not go there.”

A knock sounds at the door, and I jerk it open.

“They’re ready for us now,” Austin says, glancing between Brynlee and me.

I turn back to her, ready to tell him we’ll be there in a second, but Brynlee pushes past me and heads back to the main conference room.

CHAPTER 8

Brynlee

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ix of the finest motherfuckers I’ve ever seen in one room. That shit should be against the law. I almost orgasmed in my panties just from looking at them.

I know that our company does business with some of the largest businesses in the country so seeing Greyson and Mitchell Black in the room wasn’t a surprise. The Black brothers are part of the Black Hospitality Group, an empire built by their father, which has some of the largest and most popular resorts and hotels worldwide. Having their business is a major coup for Top Tier.

The part that I couldn’t get past was seeing Alessandro and Marco DeLuca at the table. There can never be anything good accomplished when you come to the table with two notorious crime bosses. Yes, they’re fine as fuck and good-looking as hell, but Mama always said if you lie down with dogs, you’ll get up with fleas.

The DeLucas should not be screwed with because everyone knows they’re dangerous. People came up missing when it was time to testify against members of the DeLuca family.

I just can’t imagine why they traveled from Atlanta to Ocean Falls to do business with our company. The last time I heard about Alessandro DeLuca, he was living back in Italy.

What’s worse is that I wasn’t in that meeting nor were any of our executive-level staff. Just the company’s Chief Legal Officer and Ambrose’s brother, Austin. Ambrose knew that he screwed up not inviting me or anyone else to the meeting, so he tried to make up for it.

The business meeting extended to dinner which I was invited to. Part of me wanted to tell him hell no because I don’t want to be involved in any nefarious dealings that he has going on. On the other hand, I want to believe all that he told me in the conference room.

I need to believe that he is doing all this to build the company, the local commerce, and most importantly, save the staff.

Greyson Black’s wife, interior designer Nicole Black, is also with us at dinner.

“Brynlee, would you like to see the designs I’ve planned so far?”

“Absolutely,” I say as she removes her iPad from her large bag.

“We’re supposed to be relaxing; enjoying ourselves, honey,” Greyson says, nuzzling her neck.

She slants a mischievous glance at him. “And we will. First things first.”

She slides the iPad across the table to me.

“Based on what I learned in the meeting, this will be a lucrative business venture. Having TT’s name associated with BHG will leverage our company’s reputation to another level.”

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