Page 95 of Alfie: Part Two

The parking lot was gravel, and the low building didn’t strike me as one where you held important meetings. This was all industry and warehouses.

“Should I have dressed up?” Alfie asked.

“No, you look edible, and that’s what matters.” I’d picked out the chinos for him for a reason. His tight little ass looked incredible in them. Paired nicely with a long-sleeved tee that highlighted his physique and tattoos once he pushed up his sleeves, which he always did.

Some paired food and wine. I had better skills.

He smirked to himself and zipped up his parka. “You always know what to say, papi.”

We headed inside, where we were met by a nice little lobby area. But the fish-tank walls allowed us to see the cubicles beyond.

Shan and Kellan were standing by the elevators, so we walked over to them.

“Morning.” Kellan jerked his chin, looking about as tired as Alfie. The two bumped fists.

“Good morning, you two.” I smiled.

“How are you feeling today?” Shan wondered.

“Weirdly great,” Alfie replied. “I got a good night’s sleep, and my brain’s a happy place.”

I chuckled, agreeing. “I think two months of overanalyzing and preparing ourselves almost made yesterday a bit anticlimactic.”

Kellan snorted and turned to Shan. “Anticlimactic? He’s not as innocent as we thought.”

Shan smiled. “I don’t know. I had a feeling from the start he’d be the right amount of fucked in the head.”

I let out a laugh, and Alfie grinned slyly and grabbed my hand.

We walked into the elevator together, and Kellan pressed the button for the second floor.

“West, a heads-up,” Shan said. “You’re about to meet someone who was new around the time your father retired.”

What on earth? Retired from the FBI?

“As in…” I cocked a brow, not wanting to say too much until we were in a secure place.

He inclined his head. An agent, then.

“He’s with us,” Kellan finished.

“Withor just like…you know, kinda?” Alfie pressed.

“With,” Shan confirmed.

In other words, this agent was an actual Son, not just an associate or affiliate.

I supposed I shouldn’t be surprised.

“You do have your fingers in many pies,” I noted.

Alfie groaned as the elevator doors opened. “Now I want pie. We’re hittin’ up Second Daughter after this.”

“Have I heard of this place?” Shan asked Kellan.

Kellan nodded. “They have the brownies you like.”

“Then we’ll go there too. I need something sweet today.” Shan took the lead down a corridor that looked nothing like the first floor. No fish-tank offices.

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