Page 57 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
Font Size:
I scowl at Rand, pulling my jacket tight around me. “Anthony keeps threatening to hide it.”
Ford laughs while Rand hands out controllers. “You know, Edgerton strikes me as the type of guy who knows what he’s talking about. He's trying to keep you safe.”
I grumble under my breath.
“Tell me, Mads—is Edgerton one of the people you said the wrong thing to?” Rand asks, a little too observant for my taste.
I look out over the horizon chewing on the inside of my cheek. “You could say that.”
He looks me up and down, his eye critical. “Does this need vodka or pasta?”
I look at my watch. Eleven fifty-nine. Fuck it.
“Both.”
God, I wonder what he’s doing right now.
