Page 25 of Reignite

He didn’t agree but kissed me and walked to answer the door. When he opened it, a package sat on the floor. Gray examined it, picked it up and brought it to me.

“It’s addressed to you.”

The brown paper simply read – Angelina. There was no sender or address or any other identifying marks. Weird.

Gray scowled at the box. “What is it?”

Maybe something from one of the guys? Ooh, a clue from Ilario? “I don’t know yet.”

The doorbell rang again. Gray eyed me in my bathrobe and I popped up to go put clothes on.

I tossed the box onto my desk on the way to open with the rest of the mail.

I put on a pretty set of matching lace bra and panties in hopes that Gray would be peeling them off me later. Then I threw on a t-shirt and capris and grabbed my phone.

Ilario answered on the first ring. “Mistress, how I miss you.”

“I know, sugar. But it’s important you’re there.” I hadn’t truly thought so until now.

“Yes, Mistress. Did you and Grayson catch the fools at the restaurant?”

Hmm, Ilario had tipped Gray off to our little permit suckers. “We did, and they won’t be holding our permits up any longer. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I want to help.” I loved that pleased sound to his voice.

I knew he would do anything for me. I also knew that Ilario had been hand-picked by Gray to be in my harem in the first place. Gray was his master even more than I was his mistress. “I need your help now.”

“Anything, Mistress.”

“Gray said you spent the weekend at The Asylum.”

Ilario held his tongue for a minute before answering. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Was Foster Bennett there?”

The sound of him releasing a pent up breath came through the phone. “Not that I could see.”

“Hmm. My sweet, I think that hijo de puta is causing more problems than just with the permits. See what kind of dirt you can get on him for me, but be careful.”

“Dirt, Mistress?”

“Anything I can use to get him to leave us alone.” I’d be pursuing my own plans to end Foster’s reign of terror, but any info Ilario could get me would help.

“Do you want me to return this dirt to you or Mr. Grayson?”

This was the tricky part. “Tell Gray as little as you can get away with.”

“That won’t be easy. He will know. It’s like he can read my mind.”

I laughed. “I know the feeling. Do your best.”

Gray wanted to protect me. I needed to be able to protect him too.

If I ever got in the same room with that pendejo Foster again, he was getting a damn fine dressing down for being such an unbelievable pollas en vinegre.

Holding Gray responsible, making him feel like shit for years, for something that was not his fault in the slightest, and then doing his best to make our lives miserable. Chingada Madre.

If I had my way, Foster Bennett wouldn’t be pushing responsibility for his mistakes onto anyone else. He’d be owning them himself.

With a little help from my friends.

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