Page 34 of The Sicuro

“What about Dinner?” I ask with a grin on my face. “I am assuming we have no concerns about being out now.” His eyes lock on mine.

“You’re something else Kelcie.” I stay put whilst he leaves the bathroom. He’s back minutes later with a dress for me.

I walk back into the office expecting to see O’Connell still on the floor, he isn’t. The blood that had splattered around has pretty much gone, and there is now a rug on the floor where he was. I suspect that Anders sorted it all out, but there wouldn’t have been enough time to clean properly. Anders walks into the office with a glass of wine and hands me it.

“Miss Taylor.” I take the wine, I think that this is his way of checking on me.

“Thank you, Anders.” Taking the wine I sit on the couch. He looks at me, assessing my expression.

“I’m OK.” I reassure him. “Are we still going to dinner, or should I expect some takeout?”

“I think I may have underestimated you, Miss Taylor.” I look at Anders and smile.

“I think we will have to postpone dinner.” Gabriel laughs. “I’ll have the driver pick you something up on the way back to the house.”

“That’s OK, I’ll have it here.” I don’t really want to go home on my own, and there shouldn’t be an issue with me being here now surely. Gabriel looks between me and Anders. Anders shrugs his shoulders.

“OK.” Gabriel’s words are emotionless. Which doesn’t bother me as it means he’s not worried or annoyed that I want to stay.

Twenty-One

Gabriel

Ican’t believe she fucking shot him, even when I saw her walking towards him with the gun, I never expected it to end the way it did. I envisaged her pointing it at him and waiting for Anders. She was calm and in control the whole time. The fact that she was wearing the dress that makes my dick twitch just looking at her, combined with the confidence and power that oozed from her I could have came in my boxers. Her words in the shower, telling me that she will do what it takes to keep me, then telling me that she’s mine pushed me over the edge. I never expected to have a woman in my life that would accept my lifestyle, let alone take it on herself, and gracefully.

It’s coming up to 10pm, the ‘cleaners’ will be here shortly. Anders checked over the bar after the incident, luckily the silencer was attached to the gun, so nothing was heard in the bar, and everything continued normally. Kelcie has been sitting on the couch since she showered, eaten take out, drank wine, and read, whilst looking content, as if she hasn’t just shot someone in the head. How she has reactedmakes me know that she belongs with me, in this world.

“Do you still want to work?” My question makes her eyes shoot up at me from her book.

“Yes.” Her response is blunt, it doesn’t matter how often I tell her she no longer needs to, she still wants to.

“OK, I have some applications for bar and waiting staff to replace you and Sarah, they have been vetted but I’d like you to go over them and see what you think.”

“I’m happy to stay on the bar, I like the bar.”

“You don’t belong on there. You can manage the girls.” She tilts her head and purses her lips together. Before she managed to spit out a sarcastic comment, I cut her off.

“But you’ll need to go shopping and get some clothes, we have an image to uphold, and baggy t-shirts and sweats won’t cut it. And no, you can’t wear the uniform, I don’t, so you don’t.” The smirk takes over my lips and I watch her arch a brow in annoyance.

“There hasn’t been a manager before, why can’t they continue to report to the HR team?” She is trying to keep herself from snapping.

“I didn’t have you before.” I state.

I had been contemplating recruiting a manager to take on the staff schedule and other tasks away from the HR team, allowing them to concentrate on the financial side. The way Kelcie handled tonight, managing the girls shouldn’t be an issue for her.

“We can discuss what you are going to take on this week and you can start next week.” I finish before she can argue.

We are home by 11pm and she’s already in her oversized t-shirt and sweats, even in these I can’t take my eyes off her. I can tell she’s exhausted both mentally and physically even though she won’t admit it. I wrap my arms around her picking her up, her legs naturally wrapping around my waist and her arms around me as she nuzzles into my neck. I take her to our room and place her on the bed, and as I undress, so does she. We climb into the covers, and she wraps herself around me, falling asleep quickly.

Nothing changed after Sunday, Kelcie continued as normal, happy that she is no longer trapped in the house anymore. Over the week we discussed what she is going to take on, agreeing that she will manage the girls, including vetting who will be employed, managing the scheduling and their compliance with their contracts. They will not see me, other than in the bar as a member, nor the HR team after they have been onboarded. After a short period of defiance, she gave in and I took her shopping, and when she doesn’t look at price tags, she has good taste. She’s slowly coming round to the fact, that she’s mine and that I enjoy taking care of her. She still wants to keep her independence, which I understand when you’ve been on your own for that long.

Wanting to be proficient in her position, so that she ‘doesn’t look stupid in front of staff,’ as she put it, she spent the next few weeks behind the scenes getting to grips with everything, picking it up with ease.

It’s not easy keeping my hands off her, and what she wears to work makes it harder. Tight-fitted pencil skirts that hug her legs and rest over her knees with simple fitted tops, and the Christian Louboutin shoes that I convinced her to get when I found her staring at them. She wears her hair down, with big curls that frame her face. Each time she walks into the office I think about putting her over the desk and devouring her, which for the first three days, I did just that. It was only when she made the comments that she was there to work and not be my sex slave – not all the time, that I eased up. I made up for it when we got home though.

As I watch her on the security cameras talking with the security team instructing them how she wants the staff looked after, my thoughts go over the months since I decided that I was going to make her mine. I didn’t expect her to be something that I didn’t know I was missing. Her loyalty and her willingness to give herself to me, has made me realise what my grandfather had with his wife and why he eventually wanted an out. But his wife wasn’t involved in the business, and I don’t want an out. What I do want is to make her my wife.

I see her making her way back to the office and decide that it needs to be known that she is mine, and that she is to be awarded the same level of respect from members that I am.

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