Page 535 of Savage Bosses

The independent auditors found that the auditing company we’d been using was on the take.

“You can expect a deposit into your account at midnight tonight,” Marco says gruffly.

“Yeah?”

He nods and then takes a swig of his whiskey.

“What did you do?”

“Do you really want to know?” Alessandro asks over a snifter of brandy as Marco shakes his head.

“Maybe I don’t?” I half answer and ask.

“Keep your hands clean, cugino. The less you know, the better,” Marco remarks, sniffing.

“How’s Mitch’s baby boy?” Alessandro asks, changing the subject.

“MJ’s doing his job. Keeping dad up at night, mom tired from breast-feeding and doing all the things a healthy baby boy should,” Marco says.

Just like that, the subject is changed.

“Aye, you should get your woman,” Marco says, jutting his chin on the dance floor.

The music has slowed, and Rob’s hands hover above her waist.

“My woman?”

Alessandro and Marco share a look and shake their heads.

“What?”

“When you question or deny if she’s your woman…you’re a goner,” Alessandro says.

I open my mouth to refute the statement but I see Rob pull Brynlee closer. She places her hand on his chest, trying to put space between them.

The growl that comes from my throat sounds strange. My cousins laugh, and Alessandro says, “DeLuca through and through.”

“Sounds like the savage coming out to me,” Marco agrees.

Their teasing may be true, but it doesn't stop me from getting my ass out of the chair and stalking over to her.

“I need a word with you, Bryn.”

“Relax, Ambrose. It’s a night to celebrate not to focus on work,” Rob says.

I turn my glare at him and snarl, “Was I fucking talking to you?”

He drops his hold on Brynlee, throwing his hands up while stretching his eyes wide and saying, “I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect, Mr. Charles.”

I stand on the dance floor with my fists balled, watching as he walks away muttering something I can’t hear over the music.

Turning back to Brynlee, I ask, “You okay?”

“Don’t know how to feel about you going all caveman on me,” she replies with a flash in her eyes.

“Just making sure that you’re okay.”

“I am. Not that I can’t take care of myself. I think I’m ready to head back to my hotel,” she says.

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