Page 37 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

He still didn’t flinch, but I saw the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

‘Do you realize how lucky you are to still be breathing right now? When Amelia Grant told me that Alana hadn’t been to any of her liquid lunches, and I knew that you and my wife had been disappearing for hours every day, you can imagine what I must have thought?’

I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Are you fucking my wife, Cabrón?’ I growled as I pressed the metal barrel harder against his skin.

‘No, Sir.’

‘Do you want to?’

He licked his lips. ‘No, Sir.’

‘You understand that if I had even an ounce of doubt about that, I’d skin you alive and make her wear you as a coat, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

I studied him as he knelt there, his face full of anger and defiance, and very little fear. He had balls of steel and I admired that about him.

I took the gun from his head and walked back around to my side of the desk. ‘Take a seat,’ I snapped and he stood up, brushing the creases from his trousers before sitting down.

‘I’m not sure if I’m impressed by your loyalty to her, or completely pissed. But, remember that you might protect my wife, but you still work for me. You got that?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘If you ever keep something like this from me again, I won’t think twice about putting a bullet in your head.’

‘I won’t, Sir.’

‘You’re lucky she thinks so highly of you, or I’d have you on clean up duties for the rest of your life.’

‘I appreciate you not doing that, Boss,’ he said and it was understood that this was dealt with and we wouldn’t speak of it again.

‘Good, now get out of here or she’ll be wondering where you are.’

Hugo nodded and then he walked out of my office.

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