Page 1 of Claimed By Him
Prologue
Damian
“Report.”
“We ran into some trouble, Boss,” Marc said, his voice clipped.
Of course, they did. After four failed pick-ups, I wasn’t surprised. Sighing, I leaned back in my chair, the leather groaning under me. His words buzzed in my ear, but I wasn’t listening, my eyes fixed on the penthouse security feed.
Jade Calloway.
She was in the kitchen, scrubbing one of the pans I’daccidentallyburned this morning, her movements slow and deliberate. My gaze followed the sway of her tits, the way her ass shifted as she stood on her tiptoes to lean over the basement.Fuck me. My cock stirred, already hard and forming a tent in my trousers. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Her face, though, held a different story. The defiance I saw earlier had shifted into something that made my dick thicken and weep. If a stare could kill, that pot would’ve combusted ages ago—and likely me along with it.
My smirk deepened as I watched her, enjoying the fire in her doe-brown eyes, and that slight tension in her jaw as she scrubbed harder. I could easily picture her with her pursed lips around my dick and that angry glare on me as she sucked me off.
Marc’s voice cut through my thoughts again. “Cops got the product. And four of our guys.”
“Who?” I asked, my voice sharper now.
“Jimmy, Louie, Echo, and Francis.”
Four of my best men. My jaw tightened further. “Handle it. Tell Riley to call me.”
“Boss,” he hesitated, dragging out the question. “We’ve looked already, but this is the third hit this week. Are we sure someone isn’t feeding the feds information? Someone new, easy to overlook.”
Like my fucking housekeeper?
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Just call the fucking lawyer,” I said, my voice low and measured. Betrayal was a bitter taste in my mouth, and I pinched my eyes shut. She wouldn’t. Would she? “We can discuss it when you get back.”
I turned back to the screen to watch Jade again. She was meticulous, fucking smart as hell too. Her lips moved, and though I couldn’t hear her, I didn’t need to. The way she looked at me earlier—full of venom and spite. I’d ignored it, thinking she’d just mess with my shirts again, but what if it was more than that?
My phone buzzed again. Riley.
“Marc filled me in,” he said. “What’s the move?”
“Dig into Jade Calloway. Again,” I growled, hanging up.
I grabbed my coffee, trying to get rid of the taste in my mouth, watching her carefully. She’d signed a contract to remain silent about everything she saw here, but that didn’t guarantee her loyalty. And after the latest hits, I couldn’t take any more chances.
In a controlled movement, I placed the cup on the table, then flicked it, watching as it tipped and shattered on the floor. The sound reached her in the kitchen, and on the screen, I saw her head jerk up, her gaze snapping in my direction. Always so fucking aware. It was so fucking obvious, I felt like an idiot for not seeing it before.
Pressing the button for the intercom, I let my irritation seep into my voice. “Miss Calloway,” I said, watching her face for anysign of guilt. Nothing. “My coffee’s spilled, please come to my office and clean it.”
Her teeth nibbled her lip as she found the nearest intercom and responded. “I’m on my way.”
A minute later, she arrived, rag in hand. My computer screens were blank, and I was already standing by the mess, undoing my tie as she entered.
“Having a good morning, Miss Calloway?” I purred, leaning against the desk with the tie in hand.
Her hazel eyes watched me between thick lashes. Curious, heated, annoyed. “Yes, sir.”
“Even after scrubbing that pot?” I asked, my tone slow and deliberate.
